Prince
Kiran just shuts the door on his sister face saying " I wish you to be man". Kiran comes inside and slept for a hour and recollects all that he said to his sister. He feels pity on himself and wants
to say sorry to his sister Madhu. He comes out and looks for Madhu and couldn't find her, he curse himself saying bad to his sister. Kiran is such a weak personality he can't show his aggression and
curses himself for everything like a girl. Kiran's father wants to make him a sport star due to his personality he didn't exceled in sports and never mingled with the boys who shows masculinity, but
he is bright student so he exceled in studies got a good job and become a millionaire very soon.
Madhu was playing PUBG in her room and Kiran relieved that moment when he saw Madhu and she was a quite normal like anything was happened, Kiran went near to her and said sorry. Madhu it's ok dear
like normal, Kiran immediately said you are really a man sis. Madhu just stopped playing her game and turned towards Kiran. Kiran was hesitated and thought he will get good beatings his sister. But
Kiran heard something unusual which he never dreamt of.
Madhu: Kiran you are right as you are quit your job
Kiran: Yeah but i want to start my own business that's why i quit the job
Madhu: You know about father's dream he always wanted his son to be famous
Kiran: What the fuck you are saying i am famous
Madhu: No dear you are very successful and famous in your field but father wants his son to be famous in the modelling, sports star or movie star
Kiran: Yeah sis see my personality i can't fit any of the carriers that father wants
Madhu: I know you can't fit in father dream carriers but you can support someone who will fit in that roles
Kiran: Whom i should support and father wants his child to excel in his dream carrier and he sees a naughty smile in Madhu's face and says you want to be in that carrier
Madhu: yeah i want to do modelling and movie star as a man
Kiran: laughs a lot and says sis it won't workout in the real world
Madhu: it won't workout we have to make it workout
Kiran understands depth in the Madhu's dream and says i am with you brother. Madhu feels happy and hugs him.
Madhu: What about your startup plans, beauty industry is growing and has huge potential you can see that as your platform
Kiran: Yeah bro even i am looking for same
Madhu: To excel in the beauty industry you have understand about the beauty products and female dresses so why can't we make it role reversal
Kiran: Bro i am still confused and i always want to live like a women
Madhu : then believe me and start your plan
Madhu fixes whole body beauty treatment package at home on her name. A lady in late thirties will come for session. Madhu speaks with lady and says the treatment is for her brother not for her. She
laughs and agrees saying that lot of men doing this i am comfortable doing for man to. Later Madhu leaves that lady in Kiran's room. Kiran stands in front of her like a doll and lady completes her
set up and ask Kiran have a seat. Kiran's heart starts pounding very fast and he keeps his hand on the chest and keeps his steps slowly, lady gives smile and later she makes Kiran to sit on the
table. Lady starts with head massage and gives him a nice hair spa, facial, pedicure and manicure.
Please post your comments
#2
Shemalesana(Thursday, 12 January 2023 20:33)
Well I have been a closet CD for years. After marriage I convinced my wife to get her nose pierced and with little persuasion we added second earring for her. Every night I used to play with her
ornaments and she knew I had a fetish today's her jewels. It started with a ear stud on my left ears occasionally to wearing large dangles on both sides every night. Weekends she enjoyed draping
saree on me and ordering me around. During covid i expressed my desire to wear a nose stud. She was hesitant at first bcoz of the scar that it may leave but finally she pierced my nose with a sewing.
The holes heal with any issues and since I worked from home it was easier to let it heal. Now I am aiming for septum piercing to wear bulakhi but she is very hesitant and not many jewelers or parlors
in Tamil nadu do septum piercing. Now in have double studs on both ears, a diamond stud on my right nose and a ring on my left. My hair was trimmed frequently and it touches my shoulder.
#3
Anmol(Saturday, 14 January 2023 15:13)
Wedding Night
For the world outside our home, our first night with me as husband and Neelam as wife had already happened. However, our actual first night was about to happen today, three months after the fake
first night between us.
While Neelam was still in office, I started my solah shringar as a bride. To support me throughout this whole thing, I had already called for a wedding makeup artist. Before she arrived, I had
already shaved every part of my body and applied the breast forms under my bra. The bridal makeup almost took more than 4 hours atleast. She started with applying foundation on my face. Then the
eyeliner, mascara,blush and everything else. She topped it off with a bright red lipstick. I had already got my hair straightened a day before, so it took her less time to put the bridal bun.
Instead of a lehenga, Neelam had decided that I should wear a red sari with a pink blouse.After wearing the sari, I tied the mangalsutra around my neck. Neelam had also allowed me to wear the
jewellery that she had worn on the wedding day. After the makeup artist left, I made some *** milk with shilajit and ashwagandha for Neel and later, settled on the bed ready for my husband's
arrival.
As soon as I heard the sound of Neelam's car's door being locked, I put my phone away and covered my head with ghoonghat......
(Neelam/Neel's POV):
I opened the door and saw the whole house decorated with flowers and lights.I had been waiting for this night for a long long time. I was done with masquerading as a homely housewife for Nishant at
his parent's home. Now that we moved to our apartment, I could finally be the husband Nishi wanted me to be.
I had already been told that everything I need would be kept in the guest room. On the way to the guest room, I saw my beautiful Nishi sitting at the corner of our bed full of roses. In the guest
room, I removed my clothes and rushed in to get a quick shower. I got out with the towel wrapped under my waist. As I looked into the mirror, I felt better seeing the masculine build that I had been
working hard for two years now.I also hadn't shaved for three months to have some hair on my chest and arms. Just one part was left for me to completely become Neel. I took the jock-strap harness and
added my 7-inch silicon dick to it. Wore my boxers over it. I could see a man in the mirror now.
Next, I put on the white sherwani and a red pyjama with it. I had first thought of wearing a red turban over my long hair, but as a surprise for Nishi, I had gotten a haircut today. My face had some
peach fuzz from last three months, but I had also bought a thick handlebar moustache. So, I applied it on my face. Now, the groom was finally ready.
#4
Anmol(Saturday, 14 January 2023 15:14)
Wedding Night:
(Nishi's POV):
Through my ghoonghat, I could barely see anything but as soon as he stepped inside the room, I felt a rush of excitement through my body. As he walked towards me, I slowly stood up from the bed
keeping in mind that my ghoonghat doesn't fall. In the same manner, I bent and touched his feet as a dutiful wife. Neel responded with "Saubhagyavati bhavah!".
He drank the glass of milk and slowly lifted the ghoonghat off my face. "You look beautiful", he said. "The moustache look suits you." I replied.
We both sat down. I could see that his face was getting red but he couldn't make a move. So, I held his hands in mine and asked if he could kiss me. He gently raised my face and kissed me on the
cheeks. He then proceeded to give gentle kisses on my neck, my waist and even my legs. Then, our lips met and we started kissing. While his lips did the magic, I felt his hands caressing my back and
my waist. I could tell he started getting aroused as his hands felt my breasts. He removed my blouse and started fondling my breasts. But he was still in his sherwani and I had forgot to remove my
makeup.
(Neel's POV):
After the kiss, I allowed Nishi to go to bathroom and remove her makeup and jewellery since it was a little uncomfortable for us both. While she was in the bathroom, I removed my Sherwani and
adjusted the bulge in my pyjama to look more prominent.
When she got out of the bathroom, I could see her eyes go straight towards the bulge. She seductively walked towards me in her satin bra and panty and we immediately shared a deep kiss. As we were
kissing, my hand went to her breasts. As we got closer, I could feel my boner rubbing against her satin panty. After the kiss, she bent down and slid down my pyjama and boxer.
She first starting stroking it with her manicured hands. Her face was still inches away from my cock. She first gave it a lick and then finally took the head between her lips, sucking on it. She went
up and down the cock for a minute after which she started stroking it again. After some time, she came up.
(Nishi's POV):
"I love you Nishi."
"I love you too Neel ji". I replied.
"You can just call me Neel if you want."
"No, Neel ji, I have been taught by my mother to respect my husband and do what he says."
"Then kneel down again and start sucking my cock. You won't stop until I tell you to stop."
He pulled my head towards his silicon dick and made me deepthroat. As all my attention was towards his cock, he took some pictures of me blowing him and even made one video.
After a while, he pulled me up and undressed me further. I politely asked him to remove his banian. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body. "Neel ji, please fuck me!"
He told me to lay on my back and applied lube over his cock. He was going to fuck me in missionary style. He came on the bed and lifted my leg onto his shoulders. The head went in first and he slowly
began to insert his entire cock. I felt the entire length of his cock entering my hole, Neel slowly pulled out and pushed in again a few times, helping me to get used to the length. Once his whole
cock was inside me, he stayed for a while and then began to fuck me.
I moaned higher and higher as the sensations took over.
"Do you like that baby? my brown cock inside you?" asked Neel
"Yes, yes, I love it!" I almost screamed my reply.
After minutes of pumping my ass with his dick, Neel grunted as he finally had orgasm. He removed his harness and blew his load all over my breasts and face. He then lied next to me for a while. As I
was also eager for an orgasm, I started stroking my little clit. But Neel stopped me, "We won't need that today. I know how to make my wife cum." (Which was true as Neelam had been able to make my
prostate orgasm two or three times before this.)
(Neel's POV):
I put my harness back on and made Nishi go on all fours for doggy style. As this dildo was adjustable, I curved it towards left, to reach Nishi's g-spot. I put a generous amount of lube on my dick
and aimed it towards her vagina.
I put my hands on her hips and pushed my cock in slowly. As I was all inside her, she moaned. I pumped slowly while asking her again and again, "Do you feel it there?"
I moved a little and pumped again, "Do you feel it there?"
I moved a little more and slowly pumped it inside, "Do you feel it?"
"Yes! Yes! right there! Yes" Nishi started moaning loudly with pleasure as I started moving it faster and faster.
"Ohhhh god! Ahhhh!" Nishi's moans echoed through the house.
As she reached orgasm, I slowed down and finally removed my cock from her vagina. I finally rested my head on the pillow as our first night almost ended.
As I was going to remove my harness, Nishi stopped me and placed my arm over her bare body. We finally cuddled under the blanket.
#5
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:01)
sissy life: Valentines day
'Have you finished in the kitchen?' I had indeed. I'd cleared the pots and cleaned the surfaces. I couldn't talk with my ball gag in however so I curtseyed once for 'yes'.
'Good. Come and sit next to me. I want to discuss something with you.' The confusion must have been etched on my face. I never sat in the presence of my Mistress. I always stood. Or kneeled. 'Come
on, it's ok.' I sat down. She put her hand on my thigh. My cock twitched in it's cage. Was I going to be released...?
'You know what day it is tomorrow don't you sissy?' I knew it was Valentines Day. This would be the first Valentines Day that had passed with this...arrangement, me serving my wife, my Mistress as
her sissy husband.
It was such a relief to have my ball gag unlocked and removed. I tried to work the stiffness from my jaw. 'It's Valentines Day Mistress'.
'It is indeed. And this year's a little...different isn't it? I have Roshni and you...well, you are now a fully-fledged sissy! Prancing round in a saree! Locked up in your chastity device. No
romantic meals or sexy getaways for you eh?' and she laughed. My embarrassment must have been obvious. 'Sorry, I'm being mean sweetie. Remind me, when did we put you in your device dear?' I hated
when she said 'we'. It wasn't 'we', I didn't have a choice. She said it was necessary if I was to remain her husband.
'24th October Mistress'.
'And how long have you been chaste now dear?'
'111 days Mistress.'
'And when were you last released? To enjoy relief I mean.'
'42 days ago Mistress.'
'And when are next due for release sissy?'
'Not until I have served 300 days in my device Mistress. 189 days to go.'
'Gosh, that is a long time! I'm not sure a real man would cope with such denial.' She smiled. 'Tell me, what would you do if I was to offer you the chance of release now? Proper release, to pleasure
yourself?'
'Anything Mistress! Anything.' My cock was straining. I could see my skirt lifting the small amount the device would allowed.
'Do you think of release often?'
'Every day Mistress! Every moment of every day.' I was getting breathless.
#6
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:02)
Part 2:
'Just as I feared. Roshni too. Recite Sissy Rule 3 for me. Get up. Kneel in front of me and recite it.' Her tone had changed. It wasn't playful anymore.
I got up, curtseyed and kneeled. 'Sissy Rule 3: I am to remain in chastity. Requests to be released will be denied and I will be punished. A sissy does not seek pleasure through orgasm, but through
service.'
'Considering the last sentence of that rule sissy, you are failing in your duty. You aren't seeking pleasure through serving me, you are hoping for release. You think if you prance around here, doing
the bare minimum, doing just enough, you think I will be pleased and release you. That is a pressure I feel every day. I pressure I shouldn't have to feel. You are my sissy husband, you are supposed
to improve my life, not add pressures and complications. This is why we need a change. You're not going to like this, but it's tough. As a Valentines gift to me Roshni has agreed to take ownership of
your chastity device and by extension you opportunities for release and relief. She will hold your key from Valentines Day onwards. She is going to ease my burden by taking that pressure off me. No
longer will I need to worry that you're doing a good job in hope of release, because it won't be in my gift to release you.'
I felt like my world was ending! I didn't want my wife's sister in charge of my key. My wife taking pity on me was my main hope for release, why would Roshni ever be interested in releasing me?, She
never released her husband, and her brother! I felt tears building.
'Don't you dare cry! it's the right thing to do. I don't want the responsibility anymore and it's a good way to recognise Roshni's role in our arrangement; She is my sister, and a professional sissy
owner, you are my sissy husband. Valentines Day is an apt start date.
My disappointment was obvious. Her tone softened again. 'Come on now. You don't wear your male clothes for her anymore do you? No. Well, consider this arrangement an extension of that.' That hardly
felt the same! Wearing a saree in front of her was very different to her holding the key to my chastity device.
'Now, Roshni will be here tomorrow night to collect your key. She can't stay long, She is off to Delhi for a week the morning after. Nonetheless, this is an important moment so we need to mark it. I
have picked you up something to wear. Something special. Sissies should dress special for their owners on Valentines Day I think. And - I'm warning you before you start, I expect no complaining so
let me be clear about that - you need to thank her. Properly, with your mouth. I know She wasn't interested the last time you offered her your mouth, but She knows you've been practicing with me. She
has some...confidence you know what you're doing now shall we say.'
I didn't know what to say. Eventually I managed, 'Thank you Mistress' and I was dismissed to bed. I just slept in my saree.
#7
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:03)
Part 3:
*The following day*
'There! You look a picture. Absolutely darling. A little Valentines treat! No denying your sissy status in that get-up is there? No wonder I need a real man in my life!' I was wearing a pink saree,
pink blouse and pink heels. I wore pink heart shape earrings, wore a mangtika, 12 pink bangles, mangalsootra, and payals. I also had proper makeup with pink bindi, pink lipstick, my hand and feet
both had pink nailpolish, with kajal, and eyeliner. As it was a 'special occasion' there was no need for my posture collar, ball gag. 'Just one last thing' and out came the key. 'Yes, you are going
to greet Roshni free from your device. I want her to see how excited you are at being all dressed up for her. Excited as you lick her boots as a thank you! And I want her to lock you up personally
when takes ownership of you.'
My cock immediately sprang to life as it was freed from my cage. 'Look at that! Someone is enjoying that outfit. I bet the prospect of serving my sister will keep you rock hard. And I do expect you
to remain hard, to 'attention' as it were, keep your saree tucked, and your cock in view. You may use your hands to remain hard if necessary, but you will know about it if you cum - Roshni has been
itching for another excuse to whip you.'
'You have a little time before She gets here. Go into the hallway and practice your curtseys in the mirror.'
I stood in front of the mirror as instructed and practiced. As I had been concentrating on the task in hand, my cock had started to soften. I gave it a couple of strokes, God it felt good! It
wouldn't take me long to cum I knew that. Especially not in front of the mirror, dressed. I knew my Mistress was serious about the whipping though and given Roshni's aptitude for it, I made use of
all my self-control and stopped. I hadn't realised my Mistress had seen the whole thing.
'Try telling me you're not happy as my sissy husband now! I saw you just then. You haven't been out of your device 10 minutes and you're playing with yourself. You love this! And that, is why you
need locking up and Roshni needs to have the key.'
Before I had chance to respond, there was a knock at the door. I knew what expected of me. I opened the door with my usual curtsey, 'Good evening Mam. A pleasure to see you. Please do come in.'
Roshni looked at my hard cock; 'I can see it is a pleasure haha!' and walked passed me straight into the arms of my Mistress. When their passionate kiss ending She turned her attention back to
me.
'Goodness. You are quite the picture aren't you? Which reminds me, curtsey for me but hold the curtsey pose until I say otherwise.' I obliged and She took a couple of photos with a bright pink phone.
'The importance of these will be clear later. Come on, on with the show!'
I lead them into the living room and once they were seated I began my practiced speech, 'Mam, you have kindly agreed to relieve my Mistress of a burden as a Valentines Day gift. That burden being the
ownership of me. My Mistress feels - and I agree - that you would be doing us both a great service if you held the key to my chastity device from this day forward.' And I gave the most elaborate
curtsey I could muster. I noticed then that the magnitude of the situation was getting to me. My cock was softening again. It felt all wrong to be stood in front of my Mistress and her sister and
stroking my cock, but I did for fear of being whipped.
'Very cute. You'll both', She looked at Sanjana and smirked, 'be relieved to know I am indeed willing to take ownership of you and release your wife from the burden you have become. I understand you
have discussed how I am to be compensated?'
'Thank you Mam. Yes Mam, I understand.'
'Good. Take your hand off your cock and show me what you've been taught' and She winked at Sanjana.
Embarrassed, I moved my hand away and got down on my knees in front of her. I tried to concentrate on what I had been taught. I figured that my abilities in this respect might influence whether I got
the occasional release in future or not. I looked her straight in the eye, licked my lips ('Women like that' Sanjana had said) and asked, 'Mam, please may I lick you to an orgasm?'
'Of course you can sissy'.
#8
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:04)
Part 4:
I undid Roshni's trousers, reached in and moved her panties. Swirling my tongue around slowly. I licked swirling my tongue as I went. She said the most important thing was finding the right rhythm.
Each woman requires a different pace she said. I needn't have worried. I felt Roshni's hand go to the back of my head as She moaned. She was controlling the rhythm now. I heard her groan. My cock
stiffened. I was enjoying giving her pleasure, I couldn't deny it. She started pushing my mouth inside, sliding my tongue in and out until I felt it. I felt her twitch and orgasm. It hadn't taken
long, which I noted with pride was probably a sign my efforts were sufficient.
I daren't take my tongue out so I gently licked it. She put her hand under my chin, looked straight into my eyes and said, 'Not bad sissy. This arrangement might work out ok. Tell me - just nod - do
you want to cum?' I nodded. God, I wanted nothing more than to cum! She reached into her pocket and took a photo of me. 'Go ahead, but keep me in your mouth.' I didn't need two invites; I grasped my
cock and stroked it. I think it took my less than 15 seconds before cum spurted out, over my legs. I immediately felt ashamed. The great irony! I spent all my time desperate to cum, and once I did I
regretted immediately. I just wanted to disappear. And Roshni knew.
Once again She lifted my face up to look straight in my eyes. 'This feeling you have right now, the one of great shame, I want you to remember it. Look around, think about what you've just done -
what you're wearing for God's sake - and remember the feeling. I am going to make it my mission to have you feel this way every moment I own you. Now go and and get cleaned up and bring me your
chastity device.'
I scurried to the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't be allowed to linger long, but I did give myself a minute to get my composure back. Sure enough, as the minutes passed my shame faded and the sissy urge
grew again. I wiped myself clean and collected my chastity device.
'Sissy! Ready?' And She took another photo of me holding the device.
'Yes Mam' and I curtseyed.
'Ask me to lock you up and take ownership of you.'
'Mam, please lock me up and take ownership of me. Please release my Mistress from this burden.' I curtseyed again.
'Gladly' and She roughly grabbed my cock, pushed it into the device and closed the lock. The key went in her pocket.
'Just one last thing', She pulled something out of her other pocket. It was the pink phone from earlier, 'this is now your phone' and She passed it to me. 'You're my sissy now and I want to be able
to contact you on my terms. And manage your contact with other people. Your old phone has been thrown away. There are two contacts in that phone, me and Sanjana. You'll be allowed to add others as we
see fit. When we call - and we will - the appropriate greeting is, 'Hello, Sissy here, how can I be of service?'. Say it.'
'Hello, Sissy here, how can I be of service?' I repeated. 'Very good! Failure to use the correct greeting will result in extra time in your device. And believe me, you don't want extra time than what
I have planned.'
'You'll note the fingerprint scanner won't work for you, that's just for Sanjana and I. You'll need to enter the password to unlock it. The password is '5155Y'. Finally, the photos I've taken of you
tonight are your wallpaper options; you need to pick one. If I ever see anything other than one of those photos as your wallpaper, you'll get whipped - and spend extra time in your device.'
'Thank you Mam' and I curtseyed.
'You're dismissed. Go on up to your room.'
#9
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:29)
Mistress and her sissy:
I hummed softly as I put the finishing touches on the paneer. paneer tikka was my wife's favorite dish and it filled me with hope to know that I was making her happy, and I might get a release soon.
My mouth watered slightly as I arranged the tray. (I would only be having a salad myself, as I had to maintain my figure.)
Taking out a pocket mirror from my apron, I checked myself to make sure I was presentable to her. My make-up was well-applied, my long hair was pulled back in a sensible ponytail with my gajra, and
my saree was spotless, my makeup and jewelry all in perfect shape. I just retouched my sindoor, and bindi and took a look at mangalsootra, All good so far. The lace bra I was wearing underneath was
pushing my fake C-cup breasts up nicely, and my panties, petticoats were hiding my chastity device that was covering my clitty.
All set, I picked up the tray and headed for my wife's study, my high heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor all the way. I knocked on the door quietly and waited for her to respond.
"Come in." came the voice of my wife through the door.
With a little bit of trepidation, I went inside. Alone among the rooms of the house, I was not allowed in her study if she wasn't there. I knew she kept her personal computer and our business records
here, as well as her bank account information and the household budget. None of which I was allowed to look at, of course. The vast savings I had managed to accumulate before we got married had been
transferred to her account. She said that it would be much better off in her hands and it was hard to argue. She had a MBA and was successfully running my family's investment firm.
I looked and saw her reclining in her expensive leather chair, that I used before our marriage. I swallowed as I got a good look at my wife. Her long black hair, smooth skin and green eyes enchanted
me just like she did when she was my secretary. She was dressed in a beautiful though simple nightgown. I knew she had sexier lingerie, but she didn't seem to ever wear them around the house now. It
was concerning, but all things considered it might be for the best. My clitty tried to stir enough even without seeing her like that.
Bringing the tray to her desk, I noticed she was talking on her cellphone. Now that wasn't unusual, but it didn't seem to be work related. My wife was laughing with whomever she was talking to. I
couldn't remember my wife ever laughing when she was my secretary at my office. I stalled for as long as I dared, but no hints were forthcoming. Hoping it was a family member, I turned around to
leave.
"Oh you liked it? I'll be sure to wear that next time." she said, giggling.
I stumbled and barely kept myself from falling. She was flirting with someone! As I looked at my wife twirling her hair with her finger, I felt jealously battling with arousal. Fidgeting with my
clitty as it tried to swell inside the device, I kept my mouth shut. Complaining to her usually ended with a quick trip over her lap. I turned around quickly and left before I said something my
bottom would end up paying for.
I returned to the kitchen and sat down. Glumly, I picked at my salad and thought about the situation. I had a pretty good idea who she was talking to. Chetan was one of the men who worked with
her and I remembered him from my days there. He was very athletic and charming. Unlike most of the other guys from the office, my wife seemed to like him. Thinking back, he was popular with pretty
much everyone there.
Well, that wasn't the only reason I was squirming . My clitty didn't seem to want to give up trying to swell. My chastity device kept it from doing so of course, but it meant a steady drip of precum
into my panties. It had been two months since she'd last let me cum and it was starting to take it's toll. I was so horny that I couldn't get the image of them together out of my mind.
Hearing the sound of my wife coming to the kitchen pulled me out of my imaginings. I quickly stood as she entered and curtsied for her.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha?" I lisped.
"Come with me Ramesh." she said, her face slightly flushed.
I knew that look anywhere. She wanted my tongue to satisfy her and she wanted it now. I meekly followed her to the bedroom, fidgeting with my captive clitty behind her back. Looking down, I noticed
immediately that she had taken her phone with her. Was she still talking to him?
#10
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:30)
Part 2:
Reaching the bedroom, she turned and motioned me down. I sank to my knees in front of my wife just as she lifted her skirt. Pulling her panties down gently, I could see that she was already wet. She
laid down on the bed with her legs off the edge of it. I quickly scooted forward on my knees and began to lap at her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my head gently, though I knew that wouldn't
last.
"Ohhh, my god. You'd do that to me?" she said breathily.
Looking up in surprise, I saw that she was talking on the phone. She was having phone sex with him while I was licking her pussy! The pain of my clitty desperately trying to swell would have made me
wince, but my lips were occupied. Precum had soaked my panties by now and I had to squeeze my legs together in order to keep from dripping on the floor.
"Ohhh...ohhh...mmmm...fuck me...I want you to fuck me with that cock." my wife said into the phone.
I was licking her pussy like crazy now, desperately wishing I could touch myself. Though my clitty was fully encased in pink plastic, it was still pleasant to move it around gently. Of course my wife
had forbidden me from doing that.
"Ohhhh! Chetan!...I want you...I want you to cum inside me!...I want...I want your baby! ...Yeah! Knock me up!" my wife said panting, getting very close to orgasming.
Hearing my wife say that made me dizzy. Pregnant? She'd been mentioning that every so often lately, but as she didn't seem to be giving any hint that she was relaxing her policy of never letting me
penetrate her again, I assumed she would be doing some kind of medical procedure with my sperm. The fact that my wife seemed to want to get pregnant by another man should have made me sick, but my
clitty was dripping worse than ever now.
My thoughts were interrupted by her legs closing tightly around my head and drawing my mouth right into her pussy. She began to shriek as she came, arching her back and squirming her hips. Though I
was getting a little light-headed by now, I kept my tongue moving in her pussy, trying to extend her orgasm.
Just as I was getting close to blacking out, she released me. Taking a few gulps of air, I shakily stood up and curtsied.
"Mistress Vishakha, may I fix my make-up?" I lisped meekly.
She nodded and starting talking to Chetan again. As I was leaving I heard her laugh.
"Wow that was great. Did you cum too? ...It's a shame to waste that, but there's always next time" she said into the phone, seemingly unconcerned with whether I was satisfied.
After reaching the bathroom, I sighed and washed my face thoroughly. As I reapplied my eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipcolor, I tried to calm myself. She probably just got carried away. I doubt she
would actually have his baby. Or would she? She loved me but there was certainly a sadistic side to her.
After finishing my make-up, I opened the cupboard underneath the sink and pulled out one of the spare pairs of panties I kept there. My wife usually required oral sex twice a day while keeping me
from cumming more than once every two to three months. This caused me to soak through my panties every so often, making me to have to change to a different pair. In order to keep from soaking through
these too, I put a panty liner inside it.
Even though I had become very used to acting girly by now, changing panties and using feminine pads made me blush. I looked at the mirror to check my appearance one more time, I was the epitome of a
proper housewife, my red saree with matching bangles in my hand, my mangalsootra, my dangling earrings looked stunning. My makeup was perfect with red lipstick, nail polish, eyeliner, mascara and
kajal. My bindi, and sindoor seemed perfect. I headed to the kitchen automatically, as my wife usually enjoyed a drink after sex.
Mixing an Appletini for her, I heard the sound of the TV turning on. My wife had evidently gone into the living room. I picked up the drink daintily and took it to her. Not looking at the TV, (I
wasn't allowed to watch it.) I put it on the table next to her and curled up on a chair on the other side of the living room.
I could immediately tell she noticed. Normally I curled up at her feet, but her comment about wanting Chetan's baby had perturbed me. I knew I was treading a fine line here. Letting her know I was
genuinely unhappy without seeming disrespectful was important.
It wasn't long before she turned the TV off and motioned me over to her. I got up quickly and curtsied.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha?" I lisped, a touch nervously.
#11
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:31)
Part 3:
"Okay princess, what's wrong? It's only been two months, you know pouting won't work." she said, giving me an even look.
She only called me "princess" when I was being sulky. It was a sign that she was concerned but that I should be careful not to push it. Fidgeting a little, I was shook my head.
"It's not that Mistress Vishakha...I..." I lisped, then fell silent.
She patted the seat next to her and I sat down, smoothing my saree. I was trying to figure out how to broach the subject respectfully when my wife suddenly pulled me over to her. I made a surprised
sound, thinking she was going to spank me, but instead she pulled my head into her lap.
"It's okay sweetie, talk. I'm listening." she said, stroking my hair gently. Her fingers moving through my hair instantly soothed me.
"Mistress Vishakha, it's about...the guy you were talking to." I lisped quietly.
"Ah. Yeah I probably should have explained that to you earlier." she said, a touch apologetically.
"First of all, it's purely a physical thing. I don't love him. I love *you*. You understand that right?" she said, looking right at me and tracing my lips softly with her finger.
I nodded, but I wasn't convinced yet.
"But you said you wanted his baby..." I lisped. She just looked at me until I remembered to say it. "Mistress Vishakha."
She nodded, thinking for a moment.
"I did say that. I've been wanting a child for some time now. Look sweetie, I love you so much, but you have to recognize that a woman prefers a more...masculine and confident man to be the father of
her children. It's mostly biological, if that makes you feel any better." she said, slipping her finger into my mouth.
What she was saying was a little hurtful, but to tell the truth I could see where she was coming from. Not very many women dream of having a child with a sissy maid. Sucking on her finger however,
meant that I could only nod. She smiled at me and put a second finger in my mouth. Stroking my hair with her other hand, she continued.
"A woman just needs sex with a real man every so often. But afterwards they're a bother. I can't tolerate a lazy man. I would much, much rather come home to my pretty and obedient sissy." she said,
her eyes sparkling.
I nodded again and continued to shyly suck on her fingers. I could tell she was pleased at my acceptance. Taking her fingers out of my mouth, she moved her hand down to my skirt. Flipping it up
quickly, she fondled my chastity device through my panties, smiling as I gasped.
"So yes, I plan to have Chetan impregnate me with a baby girl. But just because you won't be related to our baby doesn't mean she won't love you any less. Wouldn't you love our daughter just as
much?" she asked, pulling down my panties and exposing my chastity device.
Every time she reminded me that I wouldn't be the father made my clitty drip more. A fact that would certainly not escape her.
"Y-Yes Mistress Vishakha." I said, squirming in her grasp as she moved her hand over my pink plastic encased clitty.
"I'm sure you'll be a great nanny for Chetan's children. Just leave the work of making them to a real man like him." she said laughing, enjoying my embarrassment.
"Mistress Vishakha! May I please please cum?" I lisped desperately, my horniness starting to overwhelm me.
"Oh I don't know...It's only been two months. By the way, Chetan had me yesterday. And he's going to have me tomorrow too!" she said, her sadistic side coming out.
"Please Mistress Vishakha! I'll do anything!" I begged helplessly. I absolutely had to be unlocked, I'd go crazy otherwise.
My wife unbuttoned her blouse and pulled out the key. Dangling it over my head, she laughed as my eyes followed it back and forth.
#12
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:32)
Part 4:
"You'll have to agree to a few conditions if you want to be unlocked." she said teasingly.
Nodding quickly, I was ready to agree to practically anything.
"But I won't tell you what they are, only that there are three conditions, and they all have to do with Chetan." my wife said, a wicked smile on her face.
It looked like that was exactly what I was going to do. Still I hesitated, thinking of all the unpleasant possibilities. Seeing that, my wife made as if to return the key back under her blouse. Maybe
she was bluffing but I couldn't take the chance.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha! I'll do it!" I said, resigning myself to whatever she came up with.
"Good girl! Now you'll get a reward." she said with a touch of triumph in her voice.
My wife quickly unlocked the device and I gave a relieved sigh as my clitty was finally freed. Her fingers danced over it lightly as it grew to it's full length of three inches. She never missed an
opportunity to make fun of it nowadays. It was her idea for me think of it as a "clitty", explaining that men had cocks, sissy girls had clitties.
"Aww, it looks cuter everytime. Needless to say, Chetan is so much bigger. Almost three times as much in fact. But then, he has a cock." she said, tracing one finger along the underside.
My clitty was dripping just as much as it was earlier, and my wife took advantage of that. She collected every drop that appeared and brought it to my mouth. I meekly accepted her fingers, licking
them clean.
"You know I might not get pregnant immediately. Chetan and I might have to try for weeks or months. Just think of his huge cock cumming inside me again and again and *again*." she said with her eyes
closed, likely enjoying the thought herself.
Her fingers were moving faster over my clitty, and I couldn't hold back for long. When I imagined Chetan enjoying her pussy, which I haven't been able to do in years, I knew I was at the point of no
return.
"M-Mistress Vishakha! May I please cum?" I stuttered, squirming under her fingers.
"You may." she said, closing her hand over my clitty and pumping it quickly.
Seeing my clitty completely covered was the final straw. Closing my eyes and letting go, I immediately came, spurting into her hand and moaning just like a girl. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted
with the sight of my wife's hand in front of my mouth.
"Come on sweetie, lick it up like a good girl." she said, enjoying this part far more than I did.
Giving a small sigh, I licked it up, swallowing everything on her hand until it was clean. My wife wasted no time in locking me back up. Jiggling my chastity device, she considered for a
moment.
"I think it's getting a little too big for you now sweetie. You know how you keep shrinking. I'll custom order a smaller one soon, since even the tiniest one they normally make is way too big for
you." she said, evidently not done teasing me about it.
Blushing, I stood and pulled my panties up. Curtsying, I remembered what to do.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha, may I fix my make-up?" I lisped, well trained by now to fix my appearance after every sex act.
She nodded and turned on the TV. It wasn't until I had gotten to the bathroom that I remembered I hadn't asked her what the conditions I agreed to were. Applying my make-up, my mind ran through some
of the possibilities. They all seemed to involve meeting Chetan in some way. I knew Vishakha would want me to be respectful to him too, I just hoped that was all she wanted.
Before returning to the living room, I needed to pee. My chastity device made it so that I had to sit down like a girl at all times, something my wife found both very proper and very humorous. She
had even gone so far as to permanently fix the toilet seat down. When I was done I dabbed with some toilet paper and checked myself in the mirror again.
I looked presentable. My wife would want me to look happy too however, and she could always spot a fake smile. I made sure to look at the upside of the situation. Even though I wouldn't be a father
in the traditional sense, (to put it lightly) I couldn't help but be excited at the thought of a raising a child. Having a baby to take care of would tire me out, but it would also enrich my day. It
might bring me closer to Vishakha too! I smiled back at my reflection and knew that it was real. Humming softly, I returned to the living room.
This time I sat down on the floor near her like I always did. She smiled at me and put her feet up. Rubbing them gently, I took the opportunity to ask.
"Mistress Vishakha, could you tell me what the conditions are?" I lisped politely.
#13
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:33)
Part 5:
Though most people wouldn't have been able to tell, I could see that her smile was turning into more of a smirk. Seeing that made start to sweat.
"Okay sweetie. First of all, Chetan will be coming over to the house from now on. Some nights he may stay over, if he does, you'll be sleeping in the guest room." my wife said lightly.
My unhappiness must have shown, because she bent forward and patted my head consolingly.
"It's not that bad princess. It'll only be for a few nights a week at most. We can even decorate the guest room for you. I'll let you put up your own posters and hangings. It'll be fun!" she said
brightly, trying to cheer me up.
I nodded reluctantly. That had been about what I expected. Going back to rubbing her feet, I waiting for my wife to continue.
"Secondly, when Chetan is here you will respect and obey him just like you would me. He doesn't have much experience with sissy girls, so you can come to me if you don't think he's being fair. Make
sure it's worth my time though, or your bottom will be sorry." she said, smirking at me.
This time I controlled my reaction. Again, this is what I expected. I wouldn't like obeying Chetan, but I could do it if my wife said so. Maybe the third condition will be okay.
"And thirdly..." she paused. "Just like you satisfy me, you'll satisfy Chetan too, if he wants it."
My face paled considerably and I froze. This is exactly what I was afraid of. She knew I didn't like it, sometimes having me practice pleasuring one of her dildos as a punishment. My wife must have
sensed that she was pushing my limits, because she was suddenly stroking my hair gently. I tried to turn away, but she firmly turned my chin to face her.
"It's okay sweetie. Look, I'll make you a deal. If you're on your absolute best behavior when he comes over, you won't have to. If not...well that sounds like the perfect way to make sure you abandon
any vain hopes of competing with him." she said, not unkindly.
#14
Samantha(Thursday, 26 January 2023 00:04)
Nirmal...Part 1
My name is Nirmal and am from Chennai. I am 28 years old. Short, 5'2", very very fair, thin but not bony, hardly any body hair, fine delicate features and i have long hair upto my hips. cute and a
voice that had still not broken, so sounded exactly like a girl. because of my voise all are teasing me so i will not mingle with anyone in school and colleges. I am a lone ranger,always i stay in
home and spending time with mom and SIL's and i have very small friend circle. i was born in a rich family and my father is business minded career oriented and my brothers are helping to my dad,my
mom is house wife and SIL's also house wife. my parents provided me with all luxuries and amenities of the modern life. i am staying away from my family .
Vijay is 10 years elder then me and Surya is 8 years elder than me after my brothers birth my father want a girl child but after 10 years i was born and my dad became very sad. but my mom is not sad
and she felt happy only. while i am studying 6th standard my brother Vijay got married and while i amstudying 8th standard surya got married. i am very naughty boy in my child wood.
my mother and SIL' are very supportive towards me and would always take my side. I would always get away with mistakes and rarely would get scolded for any mistake. I was also becoming more and more
docile due because of my mother. As she was over protective about me, she would not allow me to get in fight with anyone and even if I had a quarrel with any one, it would be her who would stand and
fight for me and providing me with an extra protective cover. she would never allow me to mix and mingle with local boys and play the games they normally would. I would not even interested in P.T
classes or any exercise and would skip classes on one pretend or other. my aim is i want to become a singer but my father is not allowed to join singing class.
After 8 years I am going to my home and meet my mom. I reached my home and i called my mom and said i am waiting outside. she came out side and cried while seeing me and she hugged tightly. mom asked
me to come inside but i refused . mom said pls forget past and come inside. i rememberd my old memories. 8 years ago i fight with my dad and he asked me to go out of the house. now as per my mom and
my SIL request and i retuned to my home. i will tell you clearly, what happend exactly.
I was so good in studies . While my brother made it to the top-notch engineering college and they completed MBA and joined with my dad. My father wanted me to join engineering but i am not intrested
. I am shocked and not talk anything and my mother also see me I am upset next day when I weakup my father went to office and my mother come to me holding cup of milk and ask why I am upset I saw my
mother in anger face she simile and told she knows me I am always wish to wear saree and wanted to marry strong girl and my mother and SIL's raised me like her daughter they teaches me all house hold
course and cook food and putting rongoli and I also enjoy learning this household works. so now i want to became CHEF but but my dad stricly said i need to join in engineering. i dont know what to
do. i ran to my room and i cried and my mom also didnt speak anything.
I am shocked and not talk anything and my mother also see me I am upset next day when I weakup my father went to office and my mother come to me holding cup of milk and ask why I am upset I saw my
mother in anger face she simile and told she knows me I am always wish to became singer or Chef . then she said gave one letter to join Hotel Managment course while seeing this i felt very happy . i
hugged her and she gave kiss on my forehead.Mom told your SIL's are arranged and say thanks to them. I ran towards them and i hugged them and Kaviya SIL said your also like my son so i want to full
fill your dream then i hugged Reena SIL.
My mom informed to my dad about my studies and he scoled my mom and he dont want to speak with me. almost 3 years over i had completed my studies.
After my college, my father asked me to work in his company. I said no.My father got angry and sent me out of the house. I told my mother and sisters-in-law and left the house.
#15
Sneha(Friday, 27 January 2023 10:27)
Prince- Contn-9
Masseur lady has told me that madhu has booked for waxing too, I laughed for her words. She asked me why are laughing i replied you have seen my whole body have you seen any traces of hair. She said
what about at private part, i kept my head down and she lifted my head and said don't worry dear it is common for women you can be naked in front of me but still i am hesitating to remove my panty,
she laughed and started removing her clothes i was totally shocked she removed all her dress and stood nude in front of me and said see dear how i look very manly and hair, I said you look very manly
and handsome, she pushed me on the bed and tore my panty and she started laughing seeing my penis, i kept my head down she took my penis in her hand and started hand job but it is not erecting.
She said you don't even have hair at private parts, let's go have some bath and she told me i am man and do the needful. we both went inside bathroom and made her to sit on the stool and applied soap
on her body and she made me to apply soap even on her private parts, she gave deep kiss on my lips and we came out from bathroom, i tied towel to my breast and she tied towel to her navel we both
started to wearing our clothes. She said you are not worth of pants, wear gown or maxi. she wore her uniform i went to my bathroom and wore satin nightie and came out, she adjusted my hair to look
more feminine she said you are looking great dear.
We both came out and madhu was utter shocked seeing my transformation, masseur lady said to madhu sir you both born on wrong bodies, madhu said i know dear can you please cut my hair she said i will
cut bit to look some masculine after that i will call my male hair dresser to make it good, she did madhu's hair cut a bit and called her male hair dresser to give nice finishing. He gave complete
new look to madhu he even shaved on cheeks. After they completed madhu gave them nice tip.
I kissed on madhu's cheeks and said my dear brother looking like prince charming, she said wow sister thank you i will create my male identity as a prince from tomorrow i will start cricket coaching.
She went to market and brought cricket kit.
Please post your comments
#16
Radhika(Friday, 27 January 2023 14:36)
My name is Raj, and I am a software engineer. From childhood I admire my mother's hair and always wish to have long hair like her, until my school I had a restriction, whereas aftet that from college
time onwards, I started growing my hair. My father opposed it, whereas my mother supported me, and she helped me to keep my hair well maintained by oiling and combing it, I usually wear bun or
ponytails.
My parents are looking for a life partner for me, and I feel happy about it.
One day, we got the proposal from a good and orthodox family. My parents talk like the girl is looking good and traditional and her name is Priya. I feel happier hearing it and giving them a big
smile. For that, my parents started to tease me, and I am literally blushing for it �. Then they sent me her photos to my whatsapp, I went upstairs and started checking my mobile. She is looking very
gorgeous in the saree, and I started to liking her. I give a green signal to proceed, and my parents arrange a meeting to look at a girl.
I started observing her photos on my mobile, and her saree looks very elegant, and borders are very nice. the blouse is designed with the latest design and her necklace, bangles, and other matching
her saree. I felt I was more admiring her dresses than her beauty.
#17
Radhika(Friday, 27 January 2023 14:37)
Part 2
Next day We went to priya's house to look at her. I am feeling very happy. I dressed in yellow t shrit and black pants, and my long hair was tired as a ponytail.
She enters the hall with the tray of coffee and serves us. I fall into love with her the way she appears because she is dressed in a beautiful pink saree, and she is looking very gorgeous. I became
clean bord for her eyes and smile.
She sat on sofa confidentially and dhe is looking my face directly without any fear, whereas I am getting more shy and blushing to see her face. She asked me to talk privately, and we both went
traces of her home. when she walked towards me, she really looked beautiful, and I started smiling. I started conversations and told her, "Your saree looks very nice, and the material is soft. You
look great in this saree." With my words bringing similes in her face, She asked why I am having long hair and I told her, I love to have long hair, she become surprised with my words but she is
gives me a simile and she told she is happy to marry me, I felt very happy and agreed to marry her. Both families became happy and started to arrange our marriage.
#18
Radhika(Friday, 27 January 2023 14:38)
After a few days I got a courier from priya and I felt happy about it. Then I got a call immediately and it is priya only. I picked up the phone and told her I had received a courier. She told me it
was a gift from her side and asked me to open it, I became happy and opened the gift, it was clothes with a small ear stood. I became surprised because it's a kurtha legging. She asked me to wear it
and meet her in restaurants, I agreed and told her I will wear both of them, she became happy and told me that, after dressed up wear small Marron colored bindi to your forehead it's looks very nice
for you. I became surprised by her words, but I didn't want to make her sad and agree to wear it and meet her in sometime, she felt happy and cut the call.
I dressed in the kurtha leggings and wear earrings she sent along, then I went to my mother's room and searching for bindi, then my mother enters the room and asked me what are you doing, I told I
want to meet priya and I am searching for bindi to wear, my mother became surprised with my words and asked me why I need wear bindi to meet her and ask me why I am wearing girly kurtha leggings. I
told her everything, and she started laughing and teasing me. Then she told looks like priya started liking your girly side and she want to see you feminine, come let me help you and my mother did
little makeup by putting mascara, bb cream, powder, eyeliner and little lipstick. I felt embarrassed and told my mother, "Is it needed?" She replied as she asked you to wear bindi, then she would
definitely love to see you face with makeup and finally put small bindi to me and did my hair with loose hairstyle instead of ponytail.
When I looked my face in the mirror, the mirror is replied you looks beautiful, and no one will tell you you're a boy." I went to the restaurant where she asked me to meet, when I was waiting for
her, she came to a restaurant in her bike and she dressed in black jeans and shrit. She is looking very handsome, and I felt me being a boy wearing kurtha leggings along with makeup, whereas she was
a girl dressed in pant shrit and riding a bike.
She comes directly towards me with full confidence, and whereas I am feeling a little scared and shy to face and talk with her. She asked if I made you wait for more time, and I replied, not much
with a shyly smile. She told, I will directly comes to point, I am a tomboy, because of that only my partner wants me to get married, when I denied they did emotionally blackmail, hence I agreed to
see you, I thought of rejecting you, but I agreed to marry you because of your feminine side. I don't want to wear a saree and ve someone's wife, I want to be an independent, strong woman. You looks
cute little pretty sweet boy who match to be someone's wife, hence I am asking you, if you're okay to be my wife and accept me as your husband I will marry you, you can be wear any number of saree
kurtha, chudidhar and I am happy to spend on you my earns to make you looks beautiful, you no need to be earns for me, you just be in home, dressed pretty and traditional in saree and do household
work like cooking my favorite food, make ready of my dress and shoe, washing my clothes and cleaning my eaten plates and cleaning home etc which housewife do for their husband. What will you say,
deal or no deal.
I am completely shocked with her, I am too submissive in nature, and I don't. I simply like her dominant manly nature, and I am ready to submit myself and be her wife. I lowered my head with shy and
low voice and full of respect towards her, I agreed to become her housewife and became more happy and started dancing fearlessly. I became happy and shy and smiling, closing my mouth.
#19
Radhika(Friday, 27 January 2023 14:38)
We both discussed our discussion of who is husband and wife in our relationship with our parents and both side parents become shocked and initially they not agree, my father became angry on me and
slapped me, I went inside my room and fall on my bed and started crying. I opened my phone and looked priya photos and started talking with her like, "I am helpless prince and waiting for my hero,
strong princess to come to rescue me." Priya is a strong girl. She came to our home and talked with my father very boldly and promised him that she would take very good care of me.
Finally my partner agreed with my marriage I felt very happy. On the day of our wedding, girls dressed me in red bridal sarees and added golden jewelries like necklaces, bangles, and earrings. My
long hair is neatly combed and tightly braided into single plates. It is decorated with flowers and big rond bindi on my forehead. I closed my face with shy when I saw my reflection in the mirror,
and all girls started laughing and teasing me for it. I am a helpless beautiful bride man so simply accept that tease.
All the girls took me to the marriage hall and Priya is dressed in a dothi shirt and looking very handsome. She looked my eyes, and I blushed for it. When priest announced priya tried mangalyasutra
around my neck and put sindoor on my braided partition, I officially become wife to her and now I am her property, she is my husband God and I fall to her feet for her blessings and she blessed me
with pride. She is sitting in very pride and confident with up head, whereas I simply sit next to her, lowering my head with shy.
#20
Radhika(Friday, 27 January 2023 14:39)
After marriage I went to my husband priya's house and I put my right leg to enter the house, then I light the lamp and take blessings of our in laws and elders.
All girls took me to separate room to make me ready for first night, I am feeling very scared, shy and equally happy that I am submitting myself to my Masculine woman. My femininity is flowing all
over my body.
Priya sister gives me sexy bra and panties and told my sister will become happy to see you in this and she will enjoy you every bit of it, with her words my chiks become red with shy and blushing and
she endlessly teasing me for it. She helps me to dress in Grey sexy saree and I am getting feeling of smoothness of bar, panties and petticoat rubbing my hairless soft body. I got little make and my
hair braided and decorated with lots of flowers.
Everyone took me to priya's room and push me inside and locked the door outside, I am holding a milke glass in my hand and feeling very scared and shy, I couldn't able to see her and I lowered my
head, I started walking towards her and looking her in the edge of my eyes and she dressed in dothi shrit and sitting in bed and smoking cigarette. She is looking very manly and she looking at me and
enjoying my shyness and struggles.
I went near her and give her milk glass, while taking a glass she touched my hand and I get current shock with it, she is really a strong girl, I fall to her feet for blessing and she blessed me,
then I sitting on floor near her leg with lowered my head and I am just seeing her feet. She lifted my face with her toes and I looked her face and closed due to shyness. She holds my shoulder and
make me stand, I am still lowered my head with shy. She started kissing on my back which is exposed because of deep open of my blouse design. She spanked my round soft ass and push me to wall, she
unpin my saree pullu and removed it. Then she holds my saree and push it in one hand and I am not strong enough infornt of her, rolled and my whole saree dropped and now I am just in blouse and
petticoat, I Covered my arrond font side of blowed with my hands and lowered my head.
She then sit on the bed and ordered me to sit on her lap and I sit on her big lap like a little doll and she start to kissing my back and neck and started removing my blouse. One all hook of my
blouse removed I am now just in my bar and petticoat, she removed my bar and ask me to stand, when I stand, she holds the petticoat tag and pulled it and my petticoat falls to ground, now I am just
in my panties and I am blush with lots of shy, she is enjoying every bit of undressing me.
Then she lifted easily me and I put my hands around her neck and I am like a little cute doll in her strong arms. She put me on bed and started kissing all over body then lips. Then she downed my
panties and I am just laying on bed with my legs wide apart and then she come over me and started banging me with her full strength and I am feeling very weak around my keens and started submitting
completely to her and helplessly moaning for her strength.
#21
Radhika(Friday, 27 January 2023 14:39)
Next day when I wake up early morning, my husband priya still having sound sleep, the red mark in my body shows how naughty that my husband priya is. She is really a Man in bed. I put my bar, panties
and petticoat and dressed in saree, I went to bathroom and took a bath and after dressed in cotton red saree which holds good to wear in house and put some make up and added few bangles and braided
my hairs. When I saw in the mirror my husband priya already wakeup and smoking cigarette and enjoying my beauty, I became shy and run outside of room. I cleaned house and put rangoli and made
breakfast for myself husband and my housewife duties started.
#22
Samantha(Saturday, 28 January 2023 01:26)
Nirmal...-2
Present ...
In these 8 years my hair grow very long, till my hips. To maintain this much long hair, I learned how to braid my hair. I was very fair. People think I am a girl seeing my long hair. Many people
teased me for having long hair but I didn't care their comments.
I covered my hair with a cap and a coat. So they didn't see it. I was tired So mom asked me to fresh up. we went to our respective rooms. i took shampoo and conditioner and took bath and washed my
hair. I was dripping wet hair and a wet t-shirt because of my wet hair obviously. suddenly mom came inside the room, She saw my hair and got shocked and asked about long hair , i said its long i wil
tell you later. i started towel drying my hair and once it was 80% dry .Then she started brushing my hair with this wooden brush. She was full surprised to see my long hair. she just couldn't
believe. I looked like a girl is some hair commercial with straight long hair. Then tied towel with hair. my SIL's came with food and they are also shocked while seeing my hair. i said ' i am hungry
so they asked me sit in bed. they feed me . Then i showed my hair to SIL's also and they are also surprised.
kaviya braiding my long hair and reena watching and laughing while seeing me.We went to hall, My mom was watching TV. So i went to her facing my back to her, to show my long hair then I sat on the
sofa beside her. She asked me to stand in front of her. I did just like she asked. She took my braid and pulled it and I shouted in pain. My mom realesd my long hair.I was sitting beside my mom. She
asked about my job and marriage. I can see some joy in her face.
Then my mom decided to cook to tiffin and asked my SIL for the help. i said today i will cook for you guys but mom said i will help you, i said ok.
We went to kitchen and started to prepare lunch for us. After long i came to kitchen so i am seeing kitchen itesm. mom asked do you want any help? and i said yes. I asked her please me help me to
find the ingrdiants. i took the vegetables , i started to cut them very fastly. She was surprised seeing me.i said her 'dont forgot i am chef and i have 5 years exprience.My mom asked me about my
cooking skills. Soon we cooked the lunch and i arranged everything then i invited SIL's. We had our lunch.they are praising my cooking skills and i felt very happy and i said thanks to them and i
became very emotional.Then mom came hugged and consold me.
After lunch we went my room and we started to speak very closely and i told my life exprience and they shared about brothers and thier life and i slept . In the eveningmom woked me up and I just came
out of my room after having a nap in the afternoon. Reena is brushing her hair, i asked her , shall i braid your SIL ?. she said yes.i asked her sit on floor. I just sat on the floor. i sat behind
her and started to brush her hair. i oiled her hair and started to massage the head.she said ' I loved it head massage. While i was braiding her hair. she asked me, do you like long hair? i
immediately said yes and then asked me not to cut it. I smiled and said OK. After braiding her hair, mom saw her hair and she said nice hair style.Reena kissed me on my forehead and mom also kissed
me. It was the happiest moment for me.i told them " 8 years i missed this pure love " and mom said we will compensate that 8 years now onwards.At the same time Kaviya SIL daughter Priya came from
school. after 8 years i am seeing her , i know she cant remember me . Kaviya introduced me to priya but priya didnt care and she went her room. Kaviya said " sorry for priya attitude and i said her
NO SIL it will take some time so i will not mind . she is my daughter so dont worry Kaviya and she said ok.
#23
Samantha(Monday, 30 January 2023 00:32)
Nirmal..part-3
I was sitting in the living room and Kavya SIL asked me to come to eat. Then mother came there and told me that your father is still angry with you so after he had eaten he asked me to eat. I also
said ok. I asked my sister-in-law that there is a reason that father is angry with me but I don't know why my brothers are angry. For that, sister-in-law will talk to your brothers only if your
father likes you. She said that's why they didn't talk to you.I went up to the terrace to get some air while they ate. I went upstairs and Priya was standing there smiling and talking to someone on
the phone. I went to her and said mom asked you to come eat. Immediately she asked me that you don't know, I am talking on the phone. I remained silent and then she left.I also went downstairs to
invite my mother to eat. Father and brothers were sitting on the sofa and talking. Mom, I and sister-in-law were sitting and eating when I invited Priya to eat, then she saw me and all the ladies
were eating together. She said I don't want to disturb, I will eat later. Dad and brothers who were sitting there laughed and I felt like ashamed. Kavya sister called Priya and slapped her saying
that you should not talk to your uncle like this. Priya looked at me crying and asked if you are happy now. I silently got up and went to my room.
Mother told me that she is a little girl so don't take what she said seriously. I also said ok. The next morning Reena brought tea and woke me up. she was watching me drinking tea. I asked her what
she is looking at .She said 'your beard is not growing well on your face and its not looking good . please shave the beard and that you will look beautiful. I said I can't. Sister-in-law called
mother and told about this.Then mother asked me to remove the beard from my face. I also shaved my beard and came out from bathroom. Mom and sister-in-law looked at me and told me that I was
beautiful but i dont like my new face. After breakfast I don't know what to do. simply siitng in home and i felt very boring.i went to kaviya SIL and we started talking at the same time mom &
reena also joined with us. i started helping them out cutting vegetables, washing vessels while watching TV and days passed like this.
Days passed.. most of the time i am feeling boring . so i sat with mom and started to watch TV serials and I had no option but to join her but soon I got invested in them. Soon we started discussing
serials all day. Life was running smooth.one day while watching Tv and talking to reena and suddenly. some one closed my eyes and I heard a voice from behind "hi priya , guess me ?".I was shocked to
hear this.I tried to say i am not priya but the girl closed my mouth. Reena told her that it was not Priya and he is BIL Nirmal. Again She asked SIL who the girl was.I was shocked. Reena said you
misunderstood he is not a girl but your uncle Vijay's younger brother Nirmal. The girl asked sorry and asked me to forgive her. Reena was shocked and looked at me without blinking and just burst into
laughter. I shuck my head down and turned around and i went near reena and i begged her not tell to anyone and she said i will try then i went to my room. Kavya called me and introduced me to the
girl. The girl's name is Divya and she said to kaviya what happened here, and I felt a little awkward. All three of them smiled at me.after some divya left .Aftet that Divya came to our house often
but i didnt care about that but i liked her little. One day sister in law Reena asked me 'always you are staying at home and if you want, we both can go to a function. I said yes too. Before we went
to the function we went to buy a bouquet. Then near coffee shop Priya talking with one guy and then she went with his bike.
We went to the show. Reena welcomed us in. After a while Reena's friends came and she was talking to them. They all came with their children. I told Reena that if Reena gets sad, she can leave before
they ask. Reena also tells them and leaves. When she came home, Reena cried and told me that she would not go because of this. I comforted her by leaning her on my shoulder. We both went home.That
night I told my friends about the phone call. Then a friend gave me the address of a doctor and told me to see him. I called the doctor and he told me about Reena and my brother. i spoke to reena
about this and I asked her to give it one last try. If she also talks to her brother and tells me.After two days Reena says your brother agreed. I also told her you both go.If I come he won't come.
they both went to hospital and doctor checked both and they came home. i called doctor and asked about test results . doctor said results normal but your SIL reena is little weak so doctor reffred
some medicines and food items and asked as to follow one month . i said ok.
#24
samantha(Monday, 30 January 2023 00:34)
Nirmal...Part-4
Next day I took Kavya sister-in-law and took Priya's scooty to buy the medicines prescribed by the doctor.we went to pharmacy and parked Scotty and suddenly one bullet bike stoped next to us when I
saw I come to know that is female bike rider, I felt ashamed because being a boy I don't know how to rid a bike, when she remove helmet I was shocked because that female bike rider is Kaviya siter
Divya, she word gym pant and shirt and riding a bike, she said hi , I also tell her hi, I asked her I am shock seeing you riding a bullet bike, she told from college days only she know how to rid a
bike.suddenly kaviya said she is not my sister and she is like my brother.
We went pharmacy and bought medicines.
When we came out, Divya told us to go for snacks. We also said ok, while going, a bike came in front of me, so I went a little to corner side and some thron are there. Then we went inside the shop to
have snacks. when we come out of shop Scotty is punctured and I can't rid it. I need to push my Scotty to 1 km to garage she told she will give me a company and both started she is pushing her bullet
bike and I am pushing my Scotty and kaviya walking with us. I feel very embarrassing when people saw us and laugh, finally we reached garage but it is closed I called him from my mobile he told park
Scotty at garage and take at evening, Divya told don't worry we can go with this bike and i said thanks but we will take auto . but divya forced us to come with her. Divya give me her bike and tell
me to rid and they both will sit behind but I felt very ashamed to tell her I don't know bike ridding and put down my head she lift my head and laugh at me and told don't worry , I will teach you how
to rid. Kaviya laughted very loudly and she said instead learning cooking better you would have learn bike riding. so tomorrow onwards dont watch serials learn bike ride. i got angry and i tried to
push the bullet but I can't handle that much of weight and can't balance bullet bike, they both started to laughing and told you being a boy you can't balance a bike better you should rid Scotty pipe
only that girly vehicles suits you .she is teasing me more I felt very ashamed embarrassing. I started to crying divya told don't cry and sorry she sitting on bike and started by one kick I can't
handle it but she started in one kick we sit behind her and she take to our home. next day we collect scooty from that carbage.
At 11 pm, Priya was standing on the terrace and talking on the phone. I went to her and said that you are 16 years old now, so dont spoile your life in the name of love still time is there . in this
age this is just attraction so please dont talk to boys from now on, it will be dangerous for you too. she told me that you don't tell me what to do, my father doesn't ask questions.aagin she said
you have no right to question or advise me. she left the place.
The next day I told Reena that she should do what I say for one more month. She should eat what I give her and not eat anything without my knowledge. Reena also nodded her head. Since then I have
been looking after Reena. I cooked her necessary food myself and medicines.
almost two weeks gone..Afternoon kaviya & my mom sleeping so me and reena were the most boring as we watched TV serials. Divya came to home . reena said kaviya sis was sleeping . divya said dont
distub her and let her sleep. she came sat opposite to me. i became very silent.
i was seeing to SIL Reena.Divya was starring at me. Reena went to kitchen prepare coffee.“Hello, nirmal.” i forcibly smiled and she asked me ' can you pass the water bottle and i gave her and she
touched my fingers.
she said Nirmal hands were as soft as girls’.
“You look so beautiful” i was not ready to hear anything like that.i felt ashamed to hear divya’s words. she smiled.
Again she said your skin is glowing. i said please stop it. she said “You deserve it, beautiful.”
Divya jokingly said the word to me.
“Now you’re teasing me.” i replied. at the same time reena came & escaped from her. After some she left the place and i became very happy.
one day doctor called and said come with your SIL and we will do the test and check her health. Next day we went hospital and doctor took some test and said now its ok . If you are ready we will try
IVF treatment and reena can get pregnant and she can give child. then Doctor arranged everything for IVF treatment. after two we came to hospital with brother surya. doctor said injections will
stimulate your ovaries to develop multiple eggs and she gave injection to Reena . She advised to not do hard work and take care very well and monitor BP daily basis. i said ok. we came to home and
all are waiting for us. we infomed to family members. i took responsible for reena health .
#25
Alisha(Monday, 30 January 2023 04:46)
Bhabhi turned me into a girl part 1
Hey My name ish Amish and I am 22 year old guy with slight of fat in my body and doing Job in Delhi I have a neighbour whose name is Trisha she is the wife of an army man and almost lived alone
because his husband is at the border. So we were friends and neighbours she use to hang out with him I mean she is like an elder sister to me .I forgot to mention I have long hairs till shoulder .so
one day we were having fun she just grab my hairs and said "Aaj to teri me choti banaungi ( let me braid your hairs today)" I also replied just for fun " Okay Lekin sundari dekhni chahiye"( okay make
it beautiful) She said just wait and she made two braids and when I look in the mirror I was looking like a teenage girl she said wait and put a bindi on my face and said " bas ek dress ki. Kami h
baaki to tu ladki ban gyi"(No you are almost a girl) I said " how about saree" she replied" Ohho Choti bante hi ladki ab aurat banna chahti hai"(now you wanna become women) I was blushing after
hearing that. She said" ab sharma bhi rahi h " I said please bhabhi don't tease me...
She said wait let me take one of my saree for you and went to her home
#26
Smantha(Monday, 30 January 2023 23:39)
Nirmal ...part - 5
Almost 20 days gone...again we went to hospital for check & again they injected some medicines. then doctor said after 16 day we can do preganancy test. we said ok..one day while we talking reena
pointed something thing out.
SIL: Nirmal did u notice something?
Me: what?
SIL: you are basically me without a husband and kid.
*shocked*
Me: what!?
SIL: let me explain ok. So you wake up prepare food, eat, wash clothes, chit chat with the ladies, watch serials, talk about serials. So basically you are a housewife with out a husband.
*sarcastic laughs*
I started blushing not knowing how to react. Well technically speaking she is right because that's all what I do all day. I just laughed and shrugged my shoulders trying not make matters worse and
avoid any further discussion. i said " because of you i doing cooking and i am watching serias for you comapnay otherwise i will not watch serials. reena smiled and said really because of u r doing
all things right . i said yes. then kissed my head and said thanks .
Night I finished the work and went upstairs. Priya was sitting there. I went near her thinking whether to talk or not. i called her name 'Priya' ,she turned, tears came from her eyes. I asked her
what happened and she was crying and hugged me. Again i asked what happend? . Priya said " priya lover and his friends were threatening me for money. He said that " he want some money if i will not
give the money, he will send all the photos to my father and grandfather and in this some photos e took together. I told her not to tell anyone about this, ask him how much money he wants, ask for
some time. We will think what we can do about it. Priya also said ok. Next day Priya told me that they want 5 lakhs. I aksed how many days they give to arrange the money. she said they gives 2 days
for that, then she told me that it is only 5 lakhs and I will ask my father and i will give it them. I said no and i told " if u will give money but they will not give all photos ryt. so we need
theft all mobiles from them. She also said yes. I asked Priya if they all go out to eat or drink juice together, Priya said they will go for juise shop on daily. so i told her we can mix sleeping
pilss in juice and once they slept . Then we will steal their phones. We planned accordingly and stole those phones.
The next day Priya did not come home after a long time after school. Everyone was nervous at home. My bro Vijay was scolding Kavya SIL. I told him to stop scolding my sister-in-law and find Priya.
Then we told the police. I caught the boy who was also studying with Priya and asked where Priya was. I went to that place alone and it was their school and i searched all classes. i called her name
and i heard cring sound and uts was priya. i broken the lock & saved priya. i called to police and i shared my live location to them. we came down and walking towards gate , suddenly those boys
who came there saw us. i got angry but they are 5 students .i cant to anything. One boy said that tomorrow you should give us 5 lakh money and our phones. Priya asked me to beat them. I told her not
to fight now. she said I didn't know you would be so scared. I slowely went to priya scooty. i started suddenly one bike hitted us. i fell down and my leg was fractured and I could not walk. at the
same time the police came there and arrested them, I told the police not arrest them and if they will do again u can put in to jail and police beated them and they give warning. Priya stared at me. I
requeted police and priya don't tell anyone what happened here. i said to polce if my family ask anything just tell them, while comint to home Priya fell down on the way, one person admitted her to
the nearest hospital and her phone was switched off . They also said yes. Priya and I went to the hospital and bandaged my leg and went home. The police also said the same to my famil as I said.
Everyone was shocked to see me. Mother took me slowly to my room. That night Vijay came to me and apologized. I said why, Priya told me what happened. I said him you don't have to apologize to me and
u need ask sorry to Kavya. then he asked apologized to sister in law and sister in law cried and hugged him.
#27
Samantha(Monday, 30 January 2023 23:55)
Nirmal....part- 6
That night Priya slept in my room. The next morning when Priya woke me up and gave me coffee, I was drinking coffee and Divya quickly came to my room. Divya was crying and asked what happend and
still its was in pain. I said no problem. Then she sat next to me and held my hand and said when you got hit I got panicked and i said ok..nothing to woory and small fracture. She took my mobile and
saved her number. Then she said call me if you need anything . I also said ok, Then she came near me again and kissed me and she left. Priya was watching all this. I thought I had to deal with priya
now. I tried to tell her by then she said I understand you don't need to say anything and left.Before this only Reena used to sit alone but from now on I also had to sit with her.
Every day Priya sleeps with me and takes my mobile and sends messages to Divya. She will buy and eat what she needs by calling my name sending massage to divya. It was only then that I realized how
much she liked me. Priya also often teased me. one day The doctor called and asked Reena to come to the hospital to take pregnancy test. Next day renna & surya they went hospital . doctor check
reena and said she is pregnant . we all very happy. reena & surya said special thanks to me . Doctor advised us take care very care fully. mom said ok. Reena cried and gugged me tightly. she said
" because of you i got pregnant and i feeling very happy , i cried and hugged her too. The next day everyone in the house went to temple and worshiped. An old man in that town told father and mother
to marry 60th marriage function while they are happy. We also said yes. We all came home.
one week passed ...now i can able to walk so i walked slowly.priya came to my room and she asked me cook any werten style. so i plan to prepare pasta. i walked towards the kitchen. at the same time
divya came and she aslo asked pasta. i started to cook pasta. divya said ' back side he is look like girl ryt. priya said “You’re right Aunty, I sometimes think she’s not my uncle. She’s my Aunty
like you”. i got angry and i told i am not going to cook. Divya stopped me and said “Why nirmal, what did priya say wrong. You are no less than a girl. Besides, you look feminine.” my cheeks turned
red with shame. priya said “You’re right Aunty. I’d rather call her Nirmala aunty from today.” i did not stand for another moment. Priya and divya both giggled and laughed. i went to my room.
i am angry on priya & divya ...i didnt speak to Priya and i didnt answer to divya call and massages.Sunday all are in home and my dad asked us to come hall.Then my dad said " i want to discuss
about our 60th marriage to all" and he said that he had already spoken to priest and fixed the date. He said that he can get married at the end of this month. He asked my brothers to do all the
necessary work. Didn't tell me anything. I retuned to my room. priya asked me " where are you going aunty ?. i said Stop calling me aunty”? she told ” he he he,You look like lady,now Your hair is
longer than mine.Which gives you a more feminine look” and i said i dont want speak you.i left.
My brothers are arranging everything for marriage. still they have invite all family friends & bussiness colleagues. on anather side ladies helping to buy all pooja things and dresses for
everyone. till 10 days is there for marriage.
One day priya came to my room.i was sleeping.she woked me up and she said “Good afternoon,Nirmala aunty” and i said dont irratate me and Now tell me why you came to disturb me” “Aunty,I disturb you.
you could tell me that.I won’t talk to you anymore.” i said yes and your distubing me and irretateing me . priya face became very dull and she left the room. Then mom came to room and asked me to
join with them. i cant refuse her. so i went with her. It was around 5:30 p.m, when we left the house. we went to the mall. all are went differet sectoin and i am waiting in sofa. After 3 hours they
came with some sarees and westrn cloths.
Next day evening taylor came to take measurement for blouse. priya came to my room and she is forcing me to wear saree on marraige. Priya said That’s why we took you shopping with us yesterday.” i
got angry and shouted at priya. At the same time mom entered the room and she asked whats going on here. Kaviya SIL came inside asked mom " shall i ask the taylor to leave ". mom asked him to wait.
Mom said that " I also want to see my daughter Nirmala today.i was startled. mom was addressing the daughter and calling me as Nirmala. i said “You are all together, Try to understand mom, family
frineds and outside guests will also come. What will they say and dad will not accept”. mom said “I will explain to your father. And the guests who will come will see my daughter Nirmala, not
nirmal.”
#28
Samantha(Wednesday, 01 February 2023 11:52)
Nirmal...Part 7
I told them no. Then I asked them to leave the room. Mom came near me and held my hand I have only one wish and that is to see you as a girl one day.again she said this is the right time and said 'I
want you to be my bridesmaid in my wedding' but while hearing this my male ego prevented it and i shouted at my mom then all are left my room. Overnight I decided to leave home. while leaving home
that night, my father saw me. Dad called me and said he wants to talk to me. We went upstairs.
Dad asked me to do just one small favor for him. I asked what. He said' Asking you to fulfill my wife's wish, I said no. Dad said to me "we wanted a girl child but you were born". So I was
disappointed but your mom was happy. When you were growing up you learned all the housework like girls so when I saw you it was like seeing my daughter. I asked your mother to raise you as a girl but
she refused it and she said "if i raises my son as a girl for our happiness in future everyone will tease him and my son will suffer in future. If we see a girl of your age, it will be like seeing
you ". dad asked me how could you think she is humiliating you before everyone and pls try to understand & think about it.
i want tell you one secret and nobody know even your mother also. Your brothers only know how to do business, they don't know anything about relationships. Your brothers stole the money without my
knowledge and started a new business outside but it was a loss and till now they didn't tell me and I didn't ask about it. If I had asked about that money, we would all be separate today. i was
afraid that your brothers would betray you. thats why i told you to study MBA but you told me that you will not study MBA and I got into a fight and asked you to leave the house. Your mother has not
spoken properly to me since you fought with me. After a long time your mother came to me today and cried telling me about her wish that's why I came to talk to you. Then she told me that this is your
mother's last wish. I also thought and said that I will do it for my mother.
I went to my room and there both Reena and Kavya were standing. They also asked me to be a woman for one day only. I told them I would think about it. Next day I woke up and got ready. After braiding
my long hair and i put bindi on my forehead. My mom was sleeping her room. i went with coffee and i woked up and i gave coffee to her. As expected my mom was surprised to see my long hair and bindi.
She asked me to stand in front of her.My mom took the bangles and started to put them to my hands. They fitted nicely. Soon my both hands are filled with bangles. My mom kissed me on my forehead and
requested me not to remove them. I just gave artificial smile and said OK. When I saw in the mirror, I was looking like a girl with long hair.Finally placed a flowers on my long hair.
Tears rolled in her eyes. I too got emotional seeing my mom in tears. I asked her, are you happy to dress me like a daughter.? She smiled and said yes.
Even though, i said her " I didn't like to wear a saree. For my mother's love, I would do anything. Even if I have wear sarees for rest of my life " . she started to cry and i hugged her tightly and
i said dont cry. Everyone in the house looked at me with surprise. Priya comes near me and says Nirmala aunty you look beautiful in this outfit and flower. She made me stand and took a photo. Then
she came near me and asked me to send this photo to Divya. I said I should not send it to her and if you send it then I will never talk to you. Priya says she asked me just for the fun. I said ok
too. Mother came from the room and saw them and said no one should tease my daughter. Everyone said yes. mom asked Priya to bring one of her chutdar. If Priya brings it and gives it to me, mother
asked me to put it on and see. I also tried it and it was correct. I was afraid to go out wearing a sudidhar. Mom took me out and everyone looked at me and said I was fine.
#29
Samantha(Wednesday, 01 February 2023 11:58)
Nirmal ...Part -8
t was 3 Pm that afternoon and my mother had asked the priest to come and pierce my ears. He also came at exactly 3 o'clock. Mother took me and made me sit in front of her. I got scared when I saw the
needle in his hand. Priya was taking a video on her mobile phone. Then when my mother signaled to him, he pierced my two ears and put small wearings. I tried to got up and mom told me topierce my
nose on the left side. I said no but she didn't listen. He pierced my left side nose. Priya was enjoying watching me throbbing in pain. If mother brings a medicine and pours it on the painful place,
then it does not hurt at all. She applied that medicine for two days and then there was no way. Friday Mom told me we have to go to temple so you have to wear half saree and I said ok.
The next morning I took a shower and was waiting in the room. Mother brought a box and a dress. Mother put bra on me first. Then tie the skirt and then put on the jacket and she tied half saree, then
she pinned pleats the back of the shoulder. Then she told me how to fix the saree if goes down. Then she took out the jewels from the box and said that this is what your grandmother gave me and I
will give it to you. Mom braided my hair and filled with flowers, hands with matching bangles, anklets, earrings , nosering and a necklace. Finally placed a bindi on my forehead.after that she
applied some basic foundation and liptick. then she asked me to stand infront her. she scanned top to bottom and she smiled and she said " You look just like the girl." It was embarrassing to hear
all this. Mother looked at me and said that I have never seen a beauty like you. Then sister-in-law and Priya who came there looked at me with open mouth. They also told me I was beautiful. I bowed
my head in shame when Kavya told me that if men saw you, they would be mesmerized by your beauty. when we came out Dad smiled when he saw me as we all went out.
We went to the temple and spend some time there. we came to home. Afternoon Priya and I were talking at the time Divya came. When I saw her I ran to my mother's room. I called Priya and asked her not
to tell about my presence. She also said yes. Divya went to my room looking for me and asked Priya about me. Priya told that my uncle has gone to the outstation, her face became pale when she heard
that. Then Divya left.
Days passed... The next day morning was the wedding so today Priya took me to the beauty salon. .The girl in the parlor greets me with a smile.Then she asked me to sit on chair and started to give
facial on my face . After that she started do tweezing and waxing. Another girl one began pedicure. The facial & bleach has been completed. The pedicure & manicure has already done. Then one
of them begins to apply nail police. The other lady begins works on eyebrows. She gives them very thin shape. She applies foundation on face. The eyeliner, mascara, blushes on cheek, lipstick, lip
gloss, lip liner, all these are applied on my face for the first time. then finally they completd and we came to home.
Tomorrow a new day for my mom , a new life will start. Everyone was excited. all relatives will come with family. Stil some works are pending. The ladies were in charge of the decoration and guest
list while the gents were in charge of catering. The Garden was being decorated for the marriage. From the morning everyone was busy.
#30
Samantha(Wednesday, 01 February 2023 12:00)
Nirmal...Part-8
Next day early morning my father & brothers got ready but we are still waiting for beautician gilrs. Finaly 5 am beautician girls came to our home. 3 girls went to mom room and they doing mack up
for mom.i wore blouse and petticoat.. The blouse had lace sleeves that reached the elbow and a sweetheart neckline.then, With the help of the parlor girl, i wear the saree. It was a light shade of
pink with the heavier embroidery. The saree. itself had a modern design. It was snug from my hips to my knees showing off my curves. There were pleats right below the knee causing the saree to flare
slightly at the bottom..girl has applied kajal on my eyes. the girl hung the diamond earrings in my ears. Then she put the necklace around my neck, i wore a bangle with both hands to match the
saree.she put a Bindi on my head . i was look like a Queen.i looked very pretty… When i was looking at himself in the mirror. i cant belive my eyes. Then finally she completed mackup. then i went to
my mom room and she is waiting for me. my mom looks very beautiful and looking good and we both took some photos. mom ,me, SIL & priya all took one family photo.
priya said us, Many people had come for the wedding. I went outside and saw Divya with her parents. Divya is wearing anarkali suits , she is looked beautiful too. While I was looking at her, I got a
call from her. I never took it. Divya was wandering around looking for me, I followed her without knowing her. Divya asks Kavya about me and she says he will be here for that. It was a sad to see her
looking for me.
Dad came and sat on the wedding table, then priest was chanting mantras. he asked my sister-in-law if the bride was ready. I immediately went to my mother's room. When priest told me to bring the
bride in the next 5 minutes, I took my mother and went to the wedding hall. I stood next to my mother on the wedding table. Divya looked at me and I hided behind kaviya. Divya was looking at me and I
was hiding and saw her. Then when priest said Ketimelam, father took mangalsutra and tied it around mother's neck. Divya beckoned me to ask if I would tie a mangalsutra to you, I put head down.
Then I took my mother to eat. I went out to wash my hands. When Divya saw me I ran fast so that she chased me. i dont know where i was running, I got stuck on e place and nobody is there. Divya
looked at me and said, "Nirmala, you are very beautiful, if I knew you would come in a saree, I would have come in a pant and shirt. You look like a beautiful in a saree and she said, I want to bite
you like that. She came near me and gently pressed her hand on my waist. I closed my eyes. The feeling of her warm breath on my face was good. Divya just hugged me and kissed my lips, I forgot myself
and hugged her.
After a while I came to my senses and tried to run away from her. But she held my hand. Then she pinched my waist again. I told her that mom will look for me and I have to go. She stood at the door
and said go. Only one person can go through that door and I had no choice so I went out rubbing her. Again she chased me and I ran and when she caught me my jacket was torn. I ran to my mother's room
crying. Then I changed my clothes. I don't know where I put my phone in this tension.i knnow Divya will call me but i forget where i put my phone and i couldn't pick up the phone if she called me, I
don't know what she was thinking.
#31
Samantha(Thursday, 02 February 2023 07:28)
Nirmal...Part 9
The wedding went well and everyone left. Only our relatives were there. Dad had organized a small get-together to night. So I went to take rest. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, sister-in-law Reena
came to my room. I asked what is the matter and she told me to sit down. Reena's sister-in-law called her brother on phone and he answered. Reena asked him about" bro u r asked about one girl right
and just tell me about her" .he said a girl came with aunt as a bridemaid and I like her very much and I asked about her and tell me who is she . Reena's sister in law asks him why your asking about
her. he says that she is very beautiful and I want to marry her. When I heard this, I was shocked and did not know what to say and i asked her to cut the call. Then Reena sister-in-law told him that
she will enquiry about her and i will tell you and she cut the call. Reena smiled at me and then she told me that she knows that boys will be fell love with your beauty but you see my brother wanting
to marry you. We don't know how many other men like you like him and then she said " pls tell how many boy's are proposed you ". I looked at her with angry but what's she is telling right. I was a
bit scared.
That day evening i was searching divya but i could not find her . kaviya SIL said she went to out and she will come before starting the function. At the same time Priya came and handed over one light
pink color Anarkali suit and i said ok.. i went to my room and i fresh up and i tried dresses.It was having only an inch of sleevs but it was having little deep neckline in front and my back was
almost half exposed line with one knot of two lases. Though it was good fit at may chest but again it was very girly and this time it was almost touching ground. It was also having one dupatta which
was of see through material and of course one skin tight pant. I wore the dress but could not tie the knot which was at my back. I was trying knot but i cant able to do. no one is there near by ,
Then again i was trying to tie the knot but was not getting it.
I heard priya voice she was talking with someone.so i went to near door and I called her "Priya please come in I need your help" she heard and come near door. she said just 5 minutes and i will come.
i opend door little bit that no body was there. i sat on bed and waiting for priya . i heard priya voice shall i come in and i said yes but divya came inside but i didnt notice . She asked me stand
away from mirror and she said "Oh my god you are looking gorgious, i said 'dont lie priya and she said no no you are looking stunning and then she said I was not known my would be future husband is
this much beutiful." i got shock and i turned back its divya. I blushed and hide my face in my hand. She then teasingly said " Oh ho Don't shy I am your future Wife" I then shouted " stop it divya"
She then said " OK OK what you needed" i then turned back and asked her to tie knot looking at my exposed back she could not resist herself and started rubbing her on my back , I then tried to go
away from her but she hold me from back. Now my boobs were in her hands she sqizing my boobs ant started to kiss me on my neck and back. I also getting arosed i closed my eyes and was totally in her
strong arms aand at her mercy. she then after 2-3 minute of playing turned me, and kiss me on my lips her hands were on my on my ass. she then lifted me in her strong arms i was now in the her strong
arm almost 8 to 10 inch above the floor. After some time i got my sences back and now i tried to escape from her and this time i sucesceeded. I said blushingly "My dear wife still there is some time
first you have to marry me". she " then let's go i want marry you today only" I blused and said blushing " Shut up and this time only tie the knot".
Divya followed me till the end of the function and I told her not to follow me, she didn't listen. Kavya SIL is looking at us. On the other hand, Reena's sister's younger brother also follows me
wherever I go. I told this to sister Reena but she didn't care about and she said enjoy nirmal .I told him don't follow me but he didn't listen either. I don't know what to do. Divya is seeing us
from Long distance. first i thought I need to stop him follow me.
Suddenly he take some thing from her packet and it's a ring. he asked will you marry me? and i dont know how to react . Divya came here and she saw this proposing scene and she got angry and left. he
tried to put the ring in my hand. i called to reena SIL and asked to come here and we both explained to him why i am doing like this . Then he asked sorry to me and left. now i need to convince divya
but priya said already she left . i tried her mobile number but not reachable. function is over and everyone left but i am thinking about divya and i slept .
#32
Samantha(Thursday, 02 February 2023 08:58)
Nirmal...part-10
I have been trying to talk to Divya for two days now but she is not receiving my calls.i got angry on myself .Next day Morning Kavya SIL came to room and she asked me why are you sitting like this. I
told her nothing and i am not feeling well. I am tired to go out..Kaviya stopped me and she said " I want to speak a personal matter". I looked at her with confusion and asked "What SIL". She said
"Do you want to marry Divya". I was surprised how she know that. But i dont know what to say. She continued "Dont lie. I want to help you. Thats why i am asking you. If you have an intension to marry
her then tell me. Otherwise no problem". I thinked some moment and said yes . She smiled and said that is easy...
I was surprised and looked at her face. She said "Believe me. you tried to nice impression on her mind. She speaks about you with me. I think that she is much impressed by you. I think it may be
easy. My father already accepted your love. No problem on that. But before that we need to convince your dad and i said that is very easy and i will convince and she asked how ? , that you leave it
SIL. She asked what happend between me and divya and i said her everything.
I talked about the next thing that how to impress. I asked about what are the interests, likes, dislikes of divya. She gave all the details. Finally she said "Divya likes a boy who dressed like
girl". I was shocked. I asked "What you are saying". She said "Ya. She always like crossdressing and thats y she fell in love with you. now i understood about her.
Kaviya asked me to do cross dressing again.I looked SIL with fear. She said "Yes Nirmal. She like crossdressing. so u need dress like girl". I said "ok . She asked "Are you ready to do this for your
love". I asked what SIL. She asked "Do you have boldness to manage divya and her friends individually". I said "Sorry SIL. I cant understand what is the meaning you mention". She said "Divya like
forced crossdressing. We will stimulate her to forcibly crossdress you by her. Do you manage that situation individually". I asked "I dont know SIL. But i want Divya to love me back ". She said "Ok.
I know about her mentality. She is entirely different from other girls. She is so possessive.I said "Ok . I need some time to think. Shall i take sometime". She said ok.
Then when Kavya was leaving she looked at me and said if you are ready to do Cross dressing and i will be with you. I said ok leave well.
Kavya told me that Divya likes your cooking so cook for her and give it to her. Try this everyday but you need to wear saree while going to office. I thought about it for a while but had no choice.
The next day I cooked and took food to Divya and i wored saree to impress her. When I came out my mom saw asked about food and suddenly kaviya came and saved me. When I reached office security asked
me sit outside. Kaviya called and asked about situation. I said her I was not allowed inside. I was sitting in reception.. kaviya said it's 2 clock so directly go to divya cabin. I saw watch It was
two o'clock so I got up and went to her room. She was working on the computer. I went inside and told her to wash hands and i will arrange food to eat. She asked me " suddenly why you are brought
food for me ". I said daily your eating outside food and it's not good for health. Divya said i don't want this food and i will canteen and she asked me take the food back . I asked her to wash her
hands again. She said I am not hungry, i said her i feeling hungry if you will eat this food and i will also eat otherwise I will not eat food. Then. I put the food on the plate and put it in front
of her. When she said no, I saw her and told her that I will eat only after you eat. She started eating. I took her hand and put it on my hips while eating but there was no emotion on her face. Then
when she finished eating I gave her my saree apron to wipe her hands. Then I gave her a kiss on the cheek.Then she looked at me and told me to leave quickly and never come here again.Next day I went
to Divya's office while taking food. Everyone there asked me who I was. I told them that I am going to marry Divya. One girl asked you are Divya's wife or husband and I said that's u decide it. Divya
grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room. What will the people in the office think of me and she ask me angrily and again who asked to tell you we both are going to get married. I told her I am
already decided. Then I came home after serving food.
#33
Samantha(Saturday, 04 February 2023 01:00)
Nirmal..Part - 11
A week passed like this but Divya's mind never changed.One day while taking food to Divya, I fell down and my hand was bleeding. I just went to Divya's office. Seeing the blood on my hand, Divya came
to me asking what happened. Then she herself gave medicine. Then I served her food and she looked at me and I didn't understand. Then i took her hand and put it on my hips. I asked her still your in
anger on me . Divya said to me that I will answer with the gift you will give me on my birthday but she said i will give you big gift on tomorrow. I know tomorrow divya birthday. I said ok too.
Divya told me that you have to stay with me for the whole day. When I got home I was thinking of what gift to give her. I asked my mother and Kaviya for their ideas and I thought that they would give
any ideas but no use. That evening Priya and I went to the mall to buy gifts. I seen tattoo shop. I went and put a tattoo in my breast as Divya & Nirmal. but priya suggested me put Divya &
Nirmala inside the heart symbol. same i told to that boy and he put tatoo Divya & Nirmala inside heart symbol. priya said its looking nice.
Next day morning I took bath and I put my blouse which is low neck it shows cleavage well with tattoo is shown and i wored mom saree. I put matching bangles, ear rings and anklets. I wore all of
them. Mom came into the room. She was behind me and saw me in the mirror. She was stunned. I blushed put my head down. Then she came close to me and kept her hand on my navel from back and pressed me
against her. Then she turned my head back towards her and started kissing my forehead. Then she let me sit down on chair in front of mirror and started applying make up. She did a little make up and
lipstick and also made a nice hairstyle with my shoulder length hair. I was looking gorgeous.mom said I am more beautiful than her. I got tears in my eyes. I thanked my mom and hugged her. Then she
kept jasmine flowers on my head. I looked like a bride. Mom blessed to win my love back. I went to divya office.
Divya office colleagues are teasing me and you are looking beautiful in this saree. divya also came but she didn't said anything about my dress and i got little disappointment. We went to divya
cabin. She said i just wanted you to be with me all day. But I have a condition. I asked what. Divya says that still she is angry on me so she came with decision. Divya told me " Morning to evening 5
PM she will do and as per my wish and after 5 Pm i need to ful fill her wish.Today is divya birthday so I didn't want to hurt her so I said ok. She asked me to think and again i said ok. Then i said
first we will go temple. When we came from cabin. som e people said we both are made for each other. i said thanks to them . We went to temple. After the temple we both went to watch a movie. After
finishing the movie, we went little walk holding our hands and i enjoyed every minutes. Its almost 5.30 Pm so divya told its my time so we need to some place . I said ok and i thought she will take
some special places but she went to unisex beauty parlor. We went to inside the parlour. One girl came and take to room. She gave me a purple coloured gown which was three inches above my knees. It
has straps at shoulders without sleeves and a V cut at middle at the chest region. I told her that I can't wear that dress. She said that Divya mam brought that dress for you . I don't know what to
do now. If I will ask her and she will get upset. I thinked some time Then I agreed to wear. I wondered why she wanted me to wear the dress . I wore silk panty and bra and then the dress . She
stuffed my bra so that it may look like I have breasts. As the bra and the gown were tight my chest got pushed up and it appeared like I have a cleavage. Most of my body was exposed to the cool air
and it felt awesome without any hair on my skin. My tattoo is visible very clearly. I got very shy and i dont have guts to go out.
Then the give gave me a necklace, bracelet, a purse (which contained a small mirror and lipstick) and four inch heels. Then we came out of the room. Divya already waiting outside . Divya saw me and
got shocked. I too shocked and she cutted hair like boys and wearing shoots matching my dress color . The told me that I am the most sexiest woman she saw.i felt very shamed and i put my down. Then
we went out. She took my hand in her hand and took me to car. She opened the front door of the car for me and let me sit. She drove the car to pub. I was very much scared and nervous as this is the
first time I have come out in the public wearing sexy dress..
#34
Samantha(Saturday, 04 February 2023 01:04)
Nirmal...Part - 12
As we reached the pub I checked myself in the car's mirror and adjusted my hair. Divya opened car door for me and offered her hand to support me so that I can walk comfortably in the heels. I was
very conscious and constantly kept checking my dress as it was only upto my mid thighs and it was raising due to wind. Also my bra straps were visible. As we entered the pub, many men were looking at
me without blinking their eyes. I was nervous because of the too much attention on me. When went inside i saw priya was standing and waiting for us. I got shocked and i can't escape now. I tried to
hide but divya is not allowed to leave. In said hi to priya . priya teased me saying that I had already made many fans for my beauty. Then took some photos and she teasing me lots. I requested her
don't show this photos to mom and SIL. She said i will try aunty but u look very sexy in this dress and don't allow any men to touch you if you allowed then your chapter is over . They both laughed.i
felt vey ashamed. Priya said congrats to divya and she left. Divya asked me to dance with her. I said I don't know how to dence. She said i will teach you. Then we both went to the dance floor and
started dancing. She took my left hand in her right hand. I placed my other hand on her shoulder and she placed her other hand on my waist. The DJ was playing some romantic songs. She was leading me
and I followed her dance steps. As the dance progressed she started pulling me towards her. Its public place i feeling awkward . I started to stop her from pulling me closer. But she was too strong.
I didn't want to create a scene there. So I didn't stop her from then. As we were so close our bodies were touching each other and I could feel her hot air on face. The she pulled me even closer..
Then she bent down and started kissing my lips. I tried to stop her but she was too strong. I hesitated at first but started enjoying the kiss and after sometime I started kissing back.I forgot the
world and was enjoying. Then suddenly the songs stopped playing and I came back to this world and stopped kissing her and pushed her hard. I saw some people are seeing us and making noise. I ran into
the ladies room. My lipstick was all over my face. I washed my face and put light make up and lipstick which were in the purse beautician girl gave me. Then I went outside. Before saying anything she
said I couldn't control myself. You were too sexy. I promise this won't repeat again". I said " It's okay. I can understand. But please don't repeat this in public place. She.asked if it's private
place i can you right. I said her " i didn't meant it " pls try to control your self. She said ok.I said her and i am feeling hungry. The we went to the near by hotel and we went little long drive.
We went beach and she parked car and we came out. I was sat above frot. The she asked about birthday gift. I told her to find out and i gave clue its in body. She was searching and finally she asked
me to close my eyes. I asked why. Just close it. I closed my eyes and she kissed my chest where I put my tattoo. She said it's beautiful and it's suits you. Again she rubbed her hand on my shoulder
and i asked her to stop. Then we went walk in beach. We walked on the beach and we holded Our hands and we walked little distance., This is sweet memories of us.i asked her about her surprise. She
asked me " you want know about my surprise right " and i said yes. Then we went to one place and she said it is my favorite house and after marriage i want live with this house with my lovable
person. I asked her this is your surprise. she said no and something else there..While we were talking, the two girls came inside and i had seen at the beauty parlour in the afternoon. I smiled at
them. Divya asked them to prepare me. I asked why. Today is our first night and this is my surprise gift. They come decorate you.I will not agree. I said all this after marriage. She asked me " i am
girl and i agrees to that, but boy why you are afraid. I said pls don't force me and I will agree for this. Divya's face got sad then she said to me ok I will get you a car and you go home.I told her
come will go together. She said you gave me a nice gift on my birthday. Please leave andi want to be alone for some days. So please don't disturb me until I become normal. I know she got hurt and i
don't know what to do. So i agreed for her wish. Then i went with beautician girl. Then beautician girl made me sit in front of the mirror and started applying make up. She had put a light
foundation, pink blush on my cheeks and red lipstick.
She had made a nice hairstyle with my hair. She then gave me the red silk saree with orange borders with matching blouse, bra, panty, bangles, ear rings, anklets and jasmine flowers. Then I wore bra
and blouse and i put on the bangles, ear rings and anklets. That girl help to wear saree. She place lot of flowers on my hair.
#35
Samantha(Saturday, 04 February 2023 01:20)
Nirmal..Part -13
Beautician girl escorted me until the room and they both teasing me for my first night.i felt my head down due to shame. I went into the bed room and it's already decorated with lots of flowers. .
She lifted me with her both hands and placed me on bed. Then she slept over me and started kissing my lips and squeezing my navel. She slowly went down and started kissing my neck and then my navel.
I was moaning while she was kissing my navel. This is so much better than I kissing her navel. She then opened my blouse, removed bra and started sucking my nipples. Actually I used to do breast
exercises. I was literally in heaven. Then its my turn to return the favour. I removed her Tshirt and sucked her boobs. She is a goddess. Then I removed her pant and licked her pussy and finally I
entered into her. This is the best sex I had in my life. Both the male and the female in me got satisfied. Then we fell asleep.
I woke up in the morning and divya is not there and i searched her but maid said she went outside.
The maid handed me Tea and also gave me a piece of paper . in this paper " Hi nirmala thanks for your gift and my wish also fulfilled and one more thing I want to be husband after my marriage and i
can't ask you be my wife . So please forgive me and I am not your type . once again i asking my apologies. I wish you and you will get good girl and who is worth for your love. I am not worth for
your love " by divya. I tired to reach her phone but she is not receiving my calls and i started to cry loudly and hitting myself. Then i calm down myself and i went search divya . But I can't able
to find divya so I went to temple and i sat down there and waiting her call.. After one hour i got call from divya and i didn't pick her calls. After 30 minutes divya find me and she came near me. I
told her not to come near me. She came and sat beside me. I cried and pushed her away.She tried to talk to me and I told her that I didn't really want to talk to her.She told me that I don't want to
be a girl, but when I saw you, I fell in love with you.You also started loving me and I tried many times not to see you but I couldn't.I understand that I can't be without you. I thought I shouldn't
hurt you .I know you wear women's clothes for your mother wish and i know how much sufferinh doing this. I don't want to ask you to be my wife.That's why I decided to leave you.I asked her why did
you come here after that if you decided to leave me.
She was silent, I looked at her and asked her " you are knowing that I can't leave you and that's y you doing like this. Whether i told you i can't be your wife. You have decided everything by
yourself and now you are blaming me. Divya then asked me if you agree to be my wife. I said no. Then she grabbed my hand and made me stand before God. She swore to me that she would never leave me
again. Then i close my eyes and prayed. Suddenly she tied mangalyasutra around my neck I am completely shocked seeing this and water is coming on my eyes and i dont know how to react. I told Divya
that I don't know what to say and manage in our house. she told me she will take care of it but still have fear and how i am going to face my family.
Divya take me to home. We were about to reach my home and I started having butterflies in my stomach, how will mother react when she will see all the changes in my look. We entered our home all are
shocked to see with mangalsutra and sindoor on fore head. Divya said " Infornt of my family and proudly say she is the one who tied mangalyasutra around around my neck and make me her housewife and
she is husband. I can't have that much guts and lowed my head and stand behind her holding her strong hand in feminine manner. Seeing us my mother agreed and I went and hug her my mother and
cry.
My dad asked all to sit in sofa. My mom asked me to make some tea for all of us. I make tea for everyone. I took tea and biscuits for everyone, my mom got up and waited for me to keep the tray on the
table, then she kissed me on my forehead and said “Nirmala I am so happy for you and divya. You have found the perfect life partner in divya. Now turn around and let me have a good look at you to see
how divya has changed my Nirmal to her Nirmala.but you have refused me when I asked you to be my daughter as one day but now life long you are going live as housewife" . I said sorry to my mom. Then
she kissed me and said just for fun . Then divya and me took blessings from my parents and brothers and Sister in law. Now brothers are teasing me and priya also joined with them. So I felt ashamed
so I went to my and sat on bed.
#36
Ria(Sunday, 19 February 2023 04:27)
Rahul had always been a skilled and dedicated spy, with a talent for blending in and gathering information. So when he was tasked with a new project that required him to become a woman, he didn't
hesitate. He trained hard, perfecting his new identity as a woman named Ria, and soon he was ready for his mission.
Ria's job was to infiltrate a powerful and dangerous mafia organization, to uncover their secrets and report back to her agency. She knew it was a risky mission, but she was confident in her
abilities and determined to succeed.
As she spent more time with the mafia leader, however, Ria began to feel a strange attraction to him. He was dangerous and unpredictable, but also charming and charismatic. And before she knew it,
she was falling in love with him.
Despite her better judgement, Ria found herself drawn deeper and deeper into the mafia's world. She became the trusted confidante and advisor to her lover, and played a key role in many of the
organization's schemes and operations. And even though she knew that her true loyalties lay with her agency, she found herself increasingly torn between her duty and her heart.
Eventually, Ria's cover was blown, and she was forced to reveal her true identity. Her lover was furious, but also fascinated by her dedication and skill. He offered her a choice: either he would
kill her, or she could stay with him as his wife, and continue to work for the mafia.
Ria made a decision that would change her life forever. She chose to stay with her lover, and to become his wife. And over time, she began to embrace her new role as a woman, finding joy and
fulfillment in her newfound femininity.
She and her husband even adopted a child, a young girl who had been orphaned in one of the mafia's operations. And Ria became a loving and devoted mother, determined to protect her new family from
the dangers and violence of the criminal underworld.
In the end, Ria knew that she had made a choice that went against her training and her principles. But she also knew that she had found a new purpose and a new identity, one that was both thrilling
and fulfilling. And she was determined to make the most of her new life, as a woman, a wife, and a mother.
#37
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:36)
Myself Radha 2
Sunita Tai then assisted me in taking off my t-shirt before assisting me in donning the blouse. I had never before in my life donned any female clothing. Tai then placed a small Bindi on my forehead
and instructed me to continue practising. Until dinnertime, when Mom arrived home, we practised in our costumes. Before we stopped practising and KP headed home, Mom complimented us both and gave Tai
some advice. As I was about to enter my room to do so, Mom advised me to refrain from changing and spend as much time as possible in this attire. I had to get used to moving in a ghaghara because I
had never worn one before. The following day was a holiday since it was a Saturday, and around 10 a.m.,
Due to the fact that it was a holiday the following day, KP returned home for practise at around 10 a.m. She was taken aback to see me in my costume. She concurred after Tai gave her the
justification. KP warned me that if I wore the costume for the next three days, it might become soiled the day of the performance. Sunita Tai agreed and invited me into her room because she had an
idea for how to solve this issue.
After asking me to take off the blouse, Tai produced a bra for me to put on from her cupboard. She placed the bra against my chest, startling me. I yelled, "I'm never going to wear a bra!" Tai
informed me that because her frame is larger than mine, if I wanted to fit into her blouse, I would need to wear a bra and stuff the cups. I said, "Let me try first, and if her blouse is too loose
for me, I'll wear her bra." I understood what Tai was saying after trying her blouse, so I allowed her to put me in her bra for the first time ever.
Tai asked me to remove the blouse, and she took out a bra from her cupboard for me to wear.She placed the bra against my chest, startling me. I yelled, "I'm never going to wear a bra! Tai informed me
that because her frame is larger than mine, if I wanted to fit into her blouse, I would need to wear a bra and stuff the cups. I promised to try it first and only use her bra if her blouse was too
large for me. I understood what Tai was saying after trying her blouse, so I allowed her to put me in her bra for the first time ever.
After receiving one of Tai's long skirts, I was once again prepared to practise. After two hours of practise, Tai asked us to stop and went to the kitchen to get some refreshments for us because we
were so exhausted. KP seized the chance and came to sit next to me.
KP questioned if, by chance, I was donning a bra. When I replied yes while wearing a bra, she was overjoyed. Her mother insisted that she should still wear a bra because it was still appropriate for
her and because she already had flat chested. KP remarked that having such a loving family makes me feel incredibly fortunate.
We were practising in the afternoon when Tai announced that she needed to go get a few things and would return in two hours. Tai commanded us to act properly so that we could practise without
incident. Tai was told by KP not to worry about anything because she would look after her Radha until Tai returned. KP and Tai both enjoyed a good laugh over this before Tai left for work.
KP jumped in delight as soon as Tai shut the door. She responded, "I'll never understand how a boy feels when he's alone with his girlfriend," when I questioned why she felt the same when she was
with Radha alone. I informed her that we were not dating. KP grabbed me in her arms and gave me the cold shoulder. KP wrapped her powerful arm around me and began gently massaging my chest while I
was still covered by my blouse and bra.
I'm not sure why, but I just let go of any resistance I might have had and relaxed in her arms. I started sighing softly as KP began kissing me. She kicked her shorts down her legs before mounting me
while I was completely erect. After pumping me for a while, KP suddenly stopped. She stood up and apologised for her actions, but she was unable to rein herself in.
#38
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:37)
Myself Radha 1
Looking back now, I can see how much I've changed in the past ten years. How Sunita Tai and my mother helped me grow into the lovely flower I am today. Today, my red sari establishes my place as a
woman in society. It fits me like a glove and makes me look like I was born to wear a saree.
My mother is everything to me. She was my rock. My mother and father divorced when I was only two years old. Mom moved to Pune with me because she wanted to start over. Mom fought for everything in
her life: her business, her personal life, and me. She gave up her passion for me and focused on the business just to see that I got everything I ever wished for and much more. Sunita Tai was my
mother's support system. She was both my Guru and my older sister. Sunita Tai was over a decade my senior. Sunita Tai is not a relative, but she is more than family to us.
When mom concentrated on business, Sunita Tai focused on me. Mom was a dancer by qualification, she was also a CA. Mom gave up dancing to ensure that we had financial stability after her separation.
I was passionate about dancing, just like my mother, and Sunita Tai encouraged me in every way possible to become the accomplished dancer I am today. Sunita Tai personally trained me in Kathak. She
also helped me get training in western classical dance. In my dance, Radha is my favorite character. I must have been 17 years old when I danced as Radha for the first time and started falling in
love with the character.
I was rehearsing for our junior college gathering with my friend Kawarpreet (KP). Since KP was a girl, she was playing Radha, and I was playing Krishna. We must have practiced for almost three days
before Sunita Tai realized that KP is six inches taller than me. It looked odd that a tiny Krishna was dancing with such a tall Radha. We tried to look for an alternative and looked for a smaller
Radha, as I was a hellhound and wanted to participate in the dance. Unfortunately, we could not find any girls who were shorter in height than me and who were available for the dance. We were running
out of time as the performance was just a week away.
In the evening, when we were discussing this issue among ourselves, mom came home early and overheard our conversation. Mom suggested that KP should be Krishna and I should be Radha. Yes, everyone
agreed on the solution except me. I was not ready to dance in the college show as Radha since I was afraid that my friends would make fun of me if I did so. KP assured me that no one would make fun
of me in college about this, and I agreed to go ahead with the plan. We continued to practice for the next three days as per the new arrangement. As a result of my fears, I was initially hesitant to
take part in the college show. However, KP's assurance and encouragement helped to give me the courage to participate in the show.
Three days before the show, Sunita Tai got the costumes so we could practice with them and be comfortable in them. I still remember that day in the evening when Sunita Tai gave Krishna’s costume to
KP and asked her to change into my room. She took Radha’s costume and asked me to come into her room. Sunita Tai helped me put on my ghagra first and then asked me to remove my shorts. With a lot of
hesitation, I agreed to put the ghagra on, and then Sunita Tai helped me tighten the string on my left hip. She asked me to remove my shorts after securing the ghagara on my west.
#39
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023)
Myself Radha 3
I have no idea why, but I now found myself kissing her. I'm not sure how long we exchanged kisses. When the doorbell rang, things returned to normal, and I went to let Tai in. As I was preparing for
the performance in two days, Tai had something for me. KP quickly grabbed the bags and opened them on the sofa because she was so eager to see what Tai had purchased.
Tai managed to control her somehow, and she took the initiative to show us the shopping she had done. Since I had short hair, Tai bought me a wig with a bun and two pairs of bras with inserts in my
size. KP kept saying that once Radha finished all of this, she would look stunning. Additionally, she suggested that we practise using Radha and all the props.
When Tai agreed, she led me into her room. KP came after us, or more precisely, she came before me as I went into Tai's room. Tai surprised me by agreeing to KP's offer to assist me with getting
dressed. Before putting me in my new bras and stuffing my cups with the inserts Tai had bought me, KP unhooked my bra and took off my blouse. Tai was asked by KP if she had purchased a spare pair of
underwear for me.
Both Tai and KP laughed at it. It was a good idea, according to Tai, and she'll use it the following time. After applying some basic makeup and fixing the wig on my hair, KP and Tai adorned me with
bangles and other jewellery. Tai obtained a new gajara and placed it on my bun after KP suggested that it might be nice to put one in my hair. Mom had returned by this point, and she was shocked to
see me dressed and prepared for the dance.
We performed for her once at her request before deciding to call it a day because everyone was happy with the outcome of our labour of love. Our performance went well on the day of our collage
get-together, and everyone enjoyed it. Most of our teachers praised my appearance and praised the grace with which I conducted myself.
In a few months, on Gurupornima, we once again played the role of Radha Krishna in front of Tai and Mom in our home. With the exception of the fact that KP and I were now closer and always together,
life had returned to normal. We used to study together, travel to and from college together, and KP was lodging in the same building. When KP's father was transferred to London over the Diwali
holidays, KP's mother had to travel to visit her mother in Kerala.
My mother and Tai assured KP's parents that they would take care of her and not worry about her because KP was alone. When KP's mother left for Kerala, she had dinner with us and then went to her
house to sleep, but at one in the morning she knocked on our door because she was afraid of spending the night alone there. She initially declined Tai's offer to let her sleep in the guest room,
saying that someone had to stay in her home.
In order to make her feel safe, KP asked my mother if I could spend the night in her home in her parents' room. I went to KP's house to stay in her mother's room after Mom and Tai gave their
approval. Around 130, just as I was about to nod off, KP rapped on the door. I opened the door, and she grabbed me and gave me a rough kiss.
KP said she appreciated me helping her carry out her plan. I was taken aback and inquired as to her strategy. KP declared that she was overjoyed to see her Radha once more and that she would have
time to enjoy her until morning. After I reminded her that I wasn't wearing my ghagara and blouse today, I was able to stop blushing. You can wear anything from her mother's wardrobe, KP, because she
is nearly your size and you are living in my home.
What then does my Radha wish to try today? enquired KP. Because of my inability to control my blushing, I unintentionally said anything my Krishna wanted his Radha to wear. KP declared that she would
dress Radha in a saree if given the chance. Is Radha prepared to put on a saree?
#40
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:38)
Myself Radha 4
Yes, that's fine with me, but I'm not sure how to drape the saree, I replied. KP agreed to assist me with that because she had worn the saree once and had witnessed her mother wearing it numerous
times. KP warned against remaining motionless while she worked her magic. I gave her permission to abuse me in any way. KP took off my t-shirt and covered my chest with her mother's bra. KP was
right; my size and that of her mother was almost identical. Standing in my bra in front of KP made me feel self-conscious. I began to look lower out of embarrassment. My Radha is such a shy girl,
wow! said KP.
Are you going to choose a saree yourself, or should I do it? KP questioned me. I asked, "Would you please choose one for me?" I was aware that it would be difficult for me to choose just one of the
many stunning sarees that KP's mother had organised in her closet. KP pulled out a pale pink saree, a matching blouse, and an underskirt for me.
KP also pulled out a long hair wig and some breast forms so she could make me some fake breasts. KP wondered why Aunty kept these items in her cupboard. The breast forms are for KP because she has a
flat chest, and the wig is for her cousin, who lost her hair during treatment but has since grown it back. KP helped me quickly get dressed and into the skirt. Already, I felt like a lady. KP stuffed
silicone breast forms into my bra. They had a soft, breast-like feel to them. The burden was apparent on my chest. My chest felt constricted from a bra's tightness.
KP then instructed me to put my arms through the sleeves of my blouse. My arms were snugly enclosed by those sleeves. It seemed to fit, to me. As I carefully positioned my blouse's hooks over my
newly enlarged breasts, KP gave me a soft kiss. KP then began wrapping me in the lengthy saree after opening it. I had never experienced such joy from wearing clothes before in my life. She began by
draping the saree around my waist before beginning to pleat it.
KP then pinned those pleats together below my navel with a pin. KP measured the saree pleats that would go over my shoulder as I stood there enjoying sensual pleasures. The aanchal was then pinned to
my shoulder by KP. KP wrapped my wrists in dozens of bangles. KP covered my head with a wig before doing my face makeup.
KP asked me to wait while she quickly dressed her in her father's clothes. We had officially become bf and gf. She was my Krishna, and I was her Radha. KP paused in her gentle kissing and said,
"Radha, I love you; I want to see you in a saree for me forever." I want you to be my wife, waiting for me to lift her saree and take her when I get home from work, ready to please me. "Oh!" She
began to raise my saree, and I gasped.
"Would you like to feel attractive for me? Do you intend to entice me? KP questioned while touching my erection with her body, making me furious. "Oh yes! "I want to dress up for you in a saree!"I'm
on the verge of crying. "I want my strong husband to drag me around wherever he wants while I'm dressed in my sari." KP pushed up against me and continued to smother me with rough kisses.
After briefly collapsing on top of me from lack of air, she slowly resumed moving her hips up and down while whispering, "KP noted that I was not wearing any panty and she said, "Oops." She assured
"Radha, Don't worry, I'll get you the sexiest panty you've ever seen." KP simply stood up and went to her mother's closet to retrieve a fresh pair of pink panty and assist me in putting them.
She gave my lips another gentle kiss and said, "You are sexy. "And amazing, wonderful, and beautiful." We kept kissing each other and tickling our bodies. Only KP was pyaing with my body. We were
both unaware that it was almost morning.
#41
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:40)
Myself Radha 5
Only when the doorbell rang did we realise what was going on. I jumped when I heard the doorbell because I was helpless. KP said: "That must be doodhwala, so don't be concerned. Let me tend to him
while you unwind ".
KP shut the door behind her as she left. After a while, KP returned, but I had already taken off my makeup and was getting ready to take off my saree. It's time to return to reality, KP; please
assist me, I said. KP assisted me with getting dressed once more, but not before giving me a long, wet kiss. It was almost time to leave for home, so I changed into some clothes. I stepped outside of
our bedroom after opening the door with a heavy heart.
I preferred to remain with KP as her radha instead of returning to my home. We exchanged farewell kisses as I made my way slowly towards the front door before leaving KP's residence for my own. Tai
quickly recognised some differences in me as she opened the door for me. "Is everything all right, beta?" she inquired. I simply gave a firm nod before going into my room. Since KP had come for
breakfast, I stayed in my room and only left when I heard her voice.
Tai remarked, "See now that you are out, it looks like you will only come out if KP is around?" as I exited my room. How, when I was only out to see KP, could she read my mind so perfectly? It's not
like that, Tai; I was exhausted when I entered my room in the morning. Now that I've had enough sleep and am sufficiently hungry, let's eat breakfast. "In the morning, you were worn out. What did you
two do all night to be so worn out the next day? Tell the truth to me, "Tai enquired.
Nothing, Tai; all I did until late was talk to my Radha, explained KP. I told KP, "Please don't call me Radha; that is not my name. "Whatever your name, you will always be my Radha in my eyes.
Alright Radha, "added KP. If it weren't for Tai stopping us, we might have started a fight. I'll reprimand you if you continue to make fun of Radha, KP," said Tai. Now, everyone was laughing,
including mom. "Come, Radha, sit next to me, and let's eat breakfast," said Mom.
"Aunty, I understand why Radha is upset today. She looks like a boy in her shorts and t-shirt, so I believe that is why she is upset. I believe Radha will be pleased once she dons her blouse and
skirt, Radha, isn't that so?" KP Is that true, Radha? If so, come to my room, darling, and I'll give you something appropriate to wear. Without realising what I was doing, I started following Tai
into her room because I simply couldn't contain my excitement. Tai kept up her part as well and gave me her skirt and top to wear.
Tai closed the door behind her and walked out, saying, "Change quickly and come out; we're all hungry, Radha." I wore Tai's top and skirt as I left her room without realising what I was doing.
Everyone said, "Welcome back, Radha." Three women were present, and I noticed that they were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts as I joined everyone at the dining table. I was the only one wearing a
top and a skirt.
#42
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:41)
Myself Radha 6
They all kept teasing me as we continued to eat our breakfast. We had a good start to Sunday; let's continue to spoil Radha today and make sure she is treated like a princess, don't you all think?
Mom asked as we were about to finish our meal. They all concur, and it is decided that today, Radha, I shall be treated as a princess. KP stated: "I want to treat Radha like a princess every day
because I am the prince. Let's begin right now." In order for me to arrange your clothes while your mother prepares your bath, Tai questioned me, "So Radha, what would you like to wear today?"
KP wants me to be his Radha, so you only get to choose what I should be wearing. I don't know why you chose to treat me like a princess. How would you like to see your Radha, Prince? I said. We'll
work on your attire together after you take a bath in Tai's room, so leave right away, said KP. You take your bath, take your time, and don't rush; we will call you out when we are ready, KP pushed
me into Tai's bathroom and said.
As I got into the bath, I could hear them talking in whispers. KP called me to say, "We are ready, princess Radha," in about fifteen minutes. You may come out now, but don't come out in that manner.
Please take the bag we've kept on the bathroom door's handle, put on the clothes inside, and then exit. The bag was hanging on the bathroom door's knob when I carefully opened the door and extended
my hand to look for it.
I brought the bag inside and began poring over its contents. There was a pretty pink panty that was similar to but sexier than the one I wore yesterday, as well as a pretty pink bra with silicon
breast forms that was like the one I was wearing yesterday. I put on the pants, but it was difficult to put on the bra, even though I eventually succeeded in fastening the hooks at the back. I was
prepared and about to leave as KP had instructed.
In Tai's bathroom mirror, I could not help but notice my reflection in the pink bra and pants. I was very timid. The bathrobe Tai was wearing was hanging in the bathroom, so I chose to don it. I felt
much more at ease or less shy about going outside after I put that on. My mother asked me to stop and told KP to leave as soon as she heard the door open. Why should I leave right now, KP
questioned?
My mother explained to her that KP, the prince, should dress up in his clothes since she can't see Radha, the princess, get ready. KP nodded in agreement and quickly departed for her house, pledging
to get ready like a prince and return shortly. Mom asked me to come out after KP left. "Oh my god, Radha looks gorgeous and stylish. Radha, every mother ought to have a daughter like you. Mom said,
"Come, let's get you ready before your prince returns. I love you; I am so proud of you."
I was approaching my mother when Tai entered the room holding a few jewellery boxes. In a baby pink saree, two pairs of clip-on earrings, and at least 12 bangles in each of my hands, I get ready with
the assistance of my mother and Tai. They adorned my neck with two necklaces and placed a bidi on my forehead. KP was prompt in getting ready and had already returned, but Tai made KP wait outside
while I got ready. Please finish up my dress.
#43
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:41)
Myself Radha 7
I questioned Tai, "Tai, why do you want me to wear sandals inside the house?" after she gave me three inches of sandals to wear. "Whoever said you were going to be home, you are going out, and you
need to practise wearing sandals," said Tai. I was astounded. I cannot leave the house in a sari; that is not an option. As I approached mom,
"Mom, I'm not going out looking like this." "Why, Radha, do you not want to wear a saree out? You are very elegant and can carry it well, so it's fine. I am certain that you will go out, Beta. I will
take you out, or if you prefer, you can go out with KP alone "mom said. I suggested that KP be your date rather than your mother.
I was finally prepared to leave Tai's room and find my prince, KP, when I was about to do so. She appeared to be a real prince as she stood tall in her father's sherwani. Tai had dressed in jeans, a
T-shirt, and a leather jacket, so she was also prepared. I noticed as I was staring at them that even Mom had dressed like Tai. Again, there were three women dressed in men's clothing, but I was
stunning in a saree. "Look, KP, both my mom and Tai are giving you competition and attempting to snatch your princess from you," I said.
"I will fight for my princess Radha with anyone," KP declared. While doing that, she planted a kiss on my chick, I give thanks to God for her conduct and for sparing me a kiss on the lips in front of
Mom and Tai. We all agreed that before returning home, we would watch a movie, eat lunch, go shopping, and then go out for dinner. I was terrified to learn the strategy and to be seen in public for
such a long time while wearing a saree. And to make matters worse, I had to walk around in three-inch heels. KP, Tai, and Mom all said to give it a try, and if it’s difficult for me, we can always
come back home; after all, I was the princess, and they were all doing this for me.
My mother drove the car out of the parking lot after Tai and KP helped me get down. As I entered the vehicle, KP unlocked the door for me. Mom and Tai sat in the front, and KP sat next to me. As
there was still time for the movie, we first browsed the shops at the mall. After that, we had lunch before the movie.
Mom asked KP to take me shopping after we left the movie theatre and gave her a card to pay for the trip. Tai and Mom went shopping independently. I was enjoying myself while KP and I were shopping.
KP was quite a bit taller than me, even though I was wearing heels, and she was relishing her dominance over me. I agreed when KP suggested we go into a lifestyle shop, so we set out in that
direction.
KP held open the door for me as soon as we arrived at the store and remarked, "Ladies first." I thanked her and walked into the store. After a short while of exploring the store, KP chose some boxer
shorts and some men's socks for herself before beginning to look in the women's section. When KP turned to face me and gave me a long kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth and making me sigh with
pleasure at the sudden display of passion, it was getting close to dinnertime. You are incredible, KP said.
Without purchasing anything for myself, KP held the door open for me as we left the store once more. We saw Mom approaching us as soon as we exited the store. We went to eat after Mom said, "Let's
have dinner." We all went home after dinner. As soon as we got inside the house, I took off the sandals and said I was exhausted. I remarked, "I don't know how you can wear these all day; even for a
few hours, I could not stand them."
#44
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:42)
Myself Radha 8
"We don't wear them, Radha, but you'll get used to them eventually and won't feel as uncomfortable," Mom assured me. Mom walked into her room and said, "It's time for bed; I have some urgent work
that I need to start early in the morning." Tai followed her into her room to get dressed. Once more, I intervened to stop KP from kissing me. I told her, "We're in my house, so Tai can come out at
any time and bust us for it, I told her. "What is wrong is showing your love to your girlfriend, and you must thank me for giving you this opportunity as a result of me, you could wear a sari all day
and be my Radha," KP said.
I said, "You should thank me for being your Radha for the day and not the other way around Get out of here, I'm going to bed because I'm tired. "Why don't you spend the night at my house today?
Radha, "asked KP. "You go home, and I'll sleep in my room because I need to sleep, and if we are together, we won't be able to. Was I clear?" I said. "Radha, this is not right; you must come. I'll
let you sleep, I swear. We'll both sleep like husband and wife if you wear my mom's nightgown and I'll wear my dad's pyjamas, I swear. KP said.
"No matter how much I'd like to come with you, I can't without Tai's approval, and I don't think she'll let me stay the night at your place either." I voiced my worries. "We are sleeping together,
and that is for sure," KP assured him, adding, "Don't worry about that; let me handle it.
After a brief interval, Tai emerged from her room and was shocked to see me still standing there in my saree. She advised Radha, "Tomorrow you can wear a different saree, but right now you should
change into something more comfortable, and you must go to bed." You can see how excited you are to wear a saree. Rest assured that I will give you a different saree tomorrow. Go change your clothes
right now, Tai said. We have something for you, so hold on while you get those bags. Give me something you can use to go to sleep tonight.
I gave Tai the bags, and she gave me one nightgown in purple and one in pink. Tai inquired, "Did you like them, Radha?" It's beautiful, and I liked them, said KP. You already have these blue pyjamas,
KP, so it's not for you. KP was given two sets by Tai. "I meant to say that I like these nightgowns for Radha as well as for myself. Come on, Tai, let's go; I'm tired; would you kindly lock the door
when we get outside to go to bed at my house?"
"I'll lock the door, I promise. I need to sleep now because I'm too worn out. You must also be tired "told Tai. KP quickly grabbed me and bolted from my home, shutting the door behind her. I was
astounded by how KP conned Tai and got her to agree to let me stay at her house once more today. I was heading downstairs to KP's house while wearing my saree. It was only one floor below where we
lived. As soon as KP opened the door, she began kissing me all over, but I managed to stop her. "I'm worn out, KP. If you want me to stay the night at your house, please tell me right away "I
screamed.
I'm sorry, Radha, but I can't believe my luck; it got out of hand. We have the rest of the night to wait for this, I can wait, KP exclaimed. No, we don't have the entire night; we only have time
until I go to sleep, so slow down, please. What about taking a shower, Radha? You'll feel less worn out and more rested," KP predicted. I said to KP, "That is a good idea, but all I have are these
nighties Tai just gave me."
You don't know your Tai Radha; take another look; each nightgown has matching sets of bra and pants in the bag. Tai was showing you the nightgown when I noticed them. You can always wear my mother's
underwear; they fit you perfectly if they don't fit you properly. Like usual, KP provided me with the answer to my quandary. We both went to different bathrooms to take showers; KP wanted to take
showers with me but I would not allow it, so she had to go to her bathroom. After removing the saree that I had been wearing for so long, I felt relieved.
Although I do enjoy wearing a saree, I needed some practise. To help me get used to wearing a saree for a longer period of time in a few days, Tai has promised to let me wear a different saree
tomorrow. I decided to put on KP's mom's nightgown and underwear after taking a shower because that was what she had requested, and how could I refuse my husband's wish? KP was already dressed when
she knocked on the door. In her dad's clothes, she was very attractive. KP had a similar physique to her father, and his clothing fit her like it was her own.
#45
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:44)
Myself Radha 9
Upon letting KP into the room, I felt passionate kisses all over my body. Why are you acting so happy, KP? I queried. "What do you mean by the reason I'm so happy? You look so hot in this nightgown,
and I know my dad is excited to see my mom dressed like this. I can't wait to see you. "Look what I got today," She said, "there is one more reason for my excitement." In her fist, KP was holding
something. A condom was in her fist when I opened it.
How did you obtain this KP? I was in awe. What are your plans for the situation?" I queried. "We're both going to play with it after I blow this. What a ridiculous question, Radha. We will use it
tonight, and I found it in my dad's drawer; he has a lot of them; don't worry, he won't notice if a few are missing. I told KP firmly, "No, we are not using it tonight. "Radha, how can you refuse to
be protected? It's better, safer, and we should use condoms because "KP grinned broadly as she said.
We won't be having sex tonight, so I meant to say that we won't be using condoms. And there's no talking about it," I asserted firmly. After giving her a good night kiss, I told KP to retire to her
bedroom. KP was hesitant, and I was adamant, but she prevailed, and we decided to just stay in bed and do nothing. I was so exhausted that I didn't even realise it was morning when I quickly fell
asleep. I was sleeping when my mother came down to say goodbye. My mother was able to visit her parents' bedroom without being stopped by KP, so she must have seen me dozing off.
It was already 11 a.m. when I got out of bed. Tai waited for me to open my eyes. Since I was dressed in KP's mother's clothes, I felt ashamed. "Tai, I was too exhausted, and KP said if I take a
shower, I will feel better, but then she only gave me her mom's clothes; what did I do wrong here?" Tai remarked, "I'm glad she didn't give you her dad's clothes because I'm sure you would have worn
them too, wouldn't you?" Dad is so big that Radha would drown in them; therefore, I gave mom's clothes, KP responded to Tai's question about how he could give Radha my father's clothes to wear.
"Now everything is alright. Do you two plan on having breakfast together or are you both fasting today?" Tai asked. 'Yes, Tai, I'm coming up; I don't know about Radha; let's go have breakfast,' she
said. KP stated. I'm also feeling hungry. "Tai, I'm hungry. Let's head home," he said. I stood up and moved towards the door. "Radha, are you going to return home looking like this?" Tai prompted.
"Why is this Tai wrong? It only has one floor "I spoke up. You're not going to leave this house dressed like this, I promise. The dress is way too transparent and should not be worn outside of the
bedroom. Before you return home, please get dressed properly. No need for me to say it again. Is that all right? replied Tai.
KP was only waiting for her order; it appears that she had just purchased a new mangalsutra and some sindoor from a store nearby. As KP was about to put the mangalsutra around my neck, Aunty said,
"Don't do it here, go in the temple, do it in front of the god, and then take his blessings." KP acknowledged her counsel and led me into the temple. I wasn't sure what to tell Tai and my mother: we
were both underage, so we couldn't even legally marry.
After I touched her feet, we both received blessings from God. We had married, and I was now KP's wife; it wasn't right, and it wasn't even legal since we were both under the age of 18, so I was
terrified on the drive home. I wasn't sure what we were going to tell Tai and my mother: we were both underage, so we couldn't even marry legally. The mangal sutra was placed inside my blouse so that
no one could see it, and I decided to cover my head with my pallu to conceal the sindoor.
#46
Rupali H Joshi(Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:45)
Myself Radha 10
As we entered, KP rang the bell, and Tai unlocked the door. It's nice that you covered your head in the temple, but according to Tai, who inquired, you no longer need to do so. She noticed my sindoor
as she turned to look at my head. "Radha, what's wrong with you? Why do you have on Sindoor? Do you comprehend its meaning? Are you married? Tai inquired whether nuroor was only worn by married
women.
"Yes, Tai, I am currently married. In front of the god, KP placed sindoor on my forehead and tied a mangalsutra around my neck. I summoned all of my courage and told Tai about the incident that had
occurred in the temple. 'Are you deaf?' Did you miss what I just said? Sindoor and mangalsutra are only worn by married women. You are married, that much is true, but are you a lady? Tai queried
me.
"Tai, please stop shouting at my wife, it was my mistake "Radha is not at fault here," KP explained to Tai. "Listen, KP, you both are not even 18 and you got married. What do you tell your moms? "Can
you just tell me if you have a solution to this problem?" Asked Tai
"Calm down, Tai. We know we're married, but we also know that's not right. We will continue to maintain our distance and refrain from engaging in any physical relationships until we are of legal age.
With our parents' blessings, we will remarry and take the time to get ready for our unique relationship. Radha will use this time to get ready to be the best wife she can be, and I will use it to get
ready to be the best husband Radha deserves.
#47
Sissyhubby(Sunday, 26 February 2023 02:56)
Upcoming Bollywood Movie
(Suggest a name for the movie)
Plot:
Rani Kumari Gupta gives up her first love Sushant to marry a wealthy heir Kaushal, who is the son of Sethani Dayavati. Sushant comes by to wish her success on her marriage with the news that he is
taking her child and moving away. He gives birth to a girl and names her Vijaya Kumari. He raises her to adulthood. After he dies, Vijaya comes to Delhi to take revenge by ruining her mother's
business and family connections. Sagarika and Kushal are Vijaya's half-siblings who are caught in the crossfire of Vijayaa's revenge. Vijaya crosses paths with Geet, the devoted secretary of R.K.
Gupta. She tries to bribe Geet to get details of Mrs. Gupta's business but he declines and the two start to get close with each other. One day Geet is fired by Mrs. Gupta as Mrs. Gupta thinks Geet
has leaked the tender details of her company to Vijayaa which resulted in Gupta's loss. When Vijaya learns about this, she goes to Gupta with the real culprit and hires Geet in her own company,
Sushant Constructions. She gets a lot of success and soon is celebrating the company's 2nd Anniversary and keeps a huge party. She invites all the big people of the city, especially R.K. Gupta. Here
she meets Shaurya Verma who is also the son of the owner at big he company and also the romantic interest of Sagarika Gupta. She tries to create differences between Sagarika and Shaurya. Vijaya also
takes all the good deals which resulted in losses for Rani. She even encourages Kushal to marry Ravina against her mother's wishes which enrages Sagarika and she ends up fighting with Vijaya. But
Geet comes and tells the truth that they are sisters. Sagarika and Kushal leave Rani. Rani in anger hires Balwanti Rai to kill Vijaya! Later Vijaya comes and tells her that she is Rani's daughter and
leaves. Rani tries to stop Balwanti but she has already left and kidnapped Ravina in order to get to Vijaya. Vijaya, with the assistance of Sagarika and Rani, rescues Ravina. Balwant aims at Vijaya
but Rani comes in between and thus Rani is shot in the process by Balwanti. Before dying, Rani asks for forgiveness. Vijaya forgives her and unites with the family. In addition, Vijaya changes the
name of her company from Sushant Constructions to Sushant-Rani Constructions.
She'd been teasing me all week, much, much more than usual. And, now I could hear her talking to me from her bathroom tub, which by the way, used to be our bathroom. Me, I was busy ironing her long
and elegant pinstriped wool gabardine black skirt with the flounced hem and her very sheer ruffled black silk halter.
Ironing is perhaps one of the hardest chores I have to do. Everything had to be just so, or it was over her knee, panties down and after 10 or so full, bare handed smacks, the room would be filled
with the sounds of my sobs and crying followed by her ridicules about her sissy behaving like a little girl.
Sushma, my wife and now my beloved mistress is a powerful woman. She stands 5 foot 10 in bare feet and enjoys a figure every girl and sissy would be jealous of! Dark long brown hair, sharp features
with high cheekbones, snow-white skin, full lips and an aura that is just magnetic.
Her years of sports have made her body fit and trim with generous C cup breasts and a 28-inch waist and 34-inch hips. She's was the perfect trophy wife and I had no idea why she picked me! Me, I'm a
shrimp, just 5'4" when I stretch. I'm naturally skinny and enjoy a high metabolism. Nowadays, I'm even thinner since I started taking my "vitamins" and following Sushma's diet for me (she keeps me
starving)! I barely weigh 123 lbs.
But, she was honest with me from the start and told me she appreciated how delicate I was and how pretty my features were, I hated when she said that.
"Sameer darling, your feet are so small and so are your hands they practically disappear in mine when we hold hands."
As much as it annoyed me when she said it, I had to admit we did have the intimate relationship of two close girlfriends. "Macho free" as she called it.
Now, as I heard her call for me, I straightened my saree with ghingham blouse that seemed
to accentuate my underdeveloped arms and adjusted my bra and quickly put my heels on. She hated to be kept waiting! A quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in place and I was
off!
When I entered the bathroom, I was overcome. There in the tub was my wife, naked and lounging in the bath I had drawn for her. She was magnificent.
"Sameera, how many times have I told you not to ogle or stare at me? I don't mind if you admire me, but that kind of behavior will not be tolerated. You had your chance to be a man and failed and we
don't need to revisit that do we?"
My head went down and I said, "No ma'am".
She quickly said, "I didn't hear you young lady."
I again said, "No ma'am."
She confidently added, "I thought so."
"Okay lambchop so, are you done ironing my things?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Are they perfect?"
"I hope so ma'am."
"We'll see."
"Please soap my back and let's chat."
I immediately felt my cheeks flush. It was an intimate act and I was glad she still at least shared these small pleasures with me. So I reached for the sponge and rubbed her back as she moaned.
"That's so nice sweetie, see there are still some things you can do for me!"
"By the way, are you wearing the new gaff I got for you?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"It's different from your others you know, it's power net and waterproof and it's just in time for your first summer as a sissy!"
She paused and continued, "Well then, don't be shy, lift your saree and show me."
I put down the sponge and dried my hands and lifted my saree.
"Higher and don't make me ask again," she growled. Her face was about eye level with my pantied privates. "Sameera, are you trying to anger me?"
"No ma'am."
"Well your panties and petticoats are precious with all of their pretty little appliqué flowers," she said as she carelessly fingered a few of them, "but I'd like to see the gaff."
I became flustered due to her intimate ministrations but managed to lift the petticoat and lower the delicate garment and immediately her hand reached out and rubbed the smooth Vee between my
legs.
"I love it. It's perfect," she yelped. "Extra small was a good guess I'd say. Sameera, I know it's not comfortable, but that's part of the price of being a woman, or in your case a sissy. And, after
all, there really isn't too much to hide down there, now is there," she chided.
"No ma'am." was my painful response.
"So, let's talk about our guests this evening, then preparations and your uniform."
#49
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 20:07)
I had dropped my saree and petticoats and pulled my panties back up and checked my uniform in the full mirror. I picked up the sponge and was again soaping my mistress.
"Charmi is dropping by for a visit. Now, I know that you two have had your issues in the past, but things have changed. You were always so hard on her but I think she'll like you much better this
way. A pantywaist is no real match for a woman! I expect you to be on your best behavior and to remember all of your training! I don't want to be embarrassed. Do you understand me?"
I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."
"Plus she is bringing her husband over."
I immediately felt faint. "Sameera, you're absolutely a ghost, are you okay?" said Sushma.
I shook my and said, "Yes."
Sushma demanded an explanation.
"Well," I began, "it's just that Jiten used to be my best friend, but I lost my friends when I made my commitment to you."
She saw how upset I was and giggled. "Sweetheart," she said, "you're a full-blown sissy and it's time to accept it and move on. It's been 8 months since you've seen Jiten and in that time you've
blossomed. Why I can't imagine you without a pretty bra or makeup or in dirty boy things. Lambchop with your small package, you were destined to be pantied, be glad it was me who did it."
I just nodded and hung my head.
"Now, enough of your silly nonsense and help me from the tub."
I did so and patted her naked body dry and got her negligee while she moisturized. She sat down at her makeup mirror and started her routine.
"Tonight, I'll want you in your formal black sleeveless saree fully made up and in your six inch black patent heels."
Sushma read my mind immediately, "You've had plenty of time to get used to them and if you do so much as trip, you'll be sorry. Also, I'll need your chin up when you walk, so use the time before our
guests arrive and in between your preparations to practice."
"Wear the white satin organza petticoats that go so well with the saree and the white satin panties with the beautiful lace rows and bows that you sewed on the back and the black bra with the
open-work floral cups and the straps that have that delicious picot trim. Lambchop I think that bra makes the most of your new developments wouldn't you say?"
She reached out and caressed my breasts through my uniform. "You're developing quite nicely young lady." And once again she smirked. She delighted herself with her little jabs and jibes.
"Okay, that's all for now," she said with a wave of her hand. "Wake me an hour and half before our guests arrive. Be sure to do your makeup using the light blue eye shadow, pluck your eyebrows to a
fine arch."
She was now laughing and said, "You certainly won't need blush tonight. Oh, and pull you hair back into a side-parted chignon. It's long enough and I don't need you playing with it all night. Present
yourself for inspection before you put on your uniform so I can check your makeup."
She waived her hand and bade me leave but I hesitated. "What," she finally said.
I mumbled and looked at my feet and again she said, "What?"
"I, er, well uh." I was stammering.
She turned and said, "Sameera, my patience is nearing its end, if you have something to ask, ask me otherwise leave."
Finally I asked, "Ma'am you didn't mention my gaff for this evening's outfit."
Sushma shot daggers at me. "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. I thought you understood that Sissies don't question, sissies obey. "Lambchop tonight you'll learn that serving me
means serving my whims, my guests and my desires."
She stood and was looking down at me. Now even with my heels I was smaller then her. Her thumb and forefinger were under my hairless chin. Her negligee was off her shoulders and she was naked before
me. She tilted my head and concentrated her gaze on me.
"I know you'll try to please me, but more than that, I expect you to obey me and be the submissive, sissy that you are deep down. We both know who you are and what you are, and what you wish to be,
and I'll take you there, but only if you obey me without question."
I felt a tear well up and fall down my cheek and Sushma smiled, dabbed the tear, and pulled me to her naked breast..."that's my girl." I heard her whisper in my ear. And a few moments later, she
playfully smacked my bottom and sent me out of her bedroom to finish preparations for this evening. Despite my feelings of nervousness I endeavored to be the best sissy I could.
#50
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 20:32)
Chapter two
I was in frenzy. I had so much to do and so little time. I decided to organize myself and so I scurried as best as I could in my heels to my room. As I ran, I listened to the rubbing of my petticoat
on my panties. The swish
said it all! I entered my room and sat down at my small secretary. I crossed one leg over the other and started to make my list. I looked around the room and thought how pretty it was....pinks and
peaches, ribbons and bows, a private bathroom a twin bed with powder puff girls comforter and pillows (a joke between us girls or so my mistress said) and a humiliating set of rubber sheets. "To make
cleanup from your silly accidents and indulgences easier," my beloved had informed me.
Anyway, I had to stop daydreaming, I was always doing that these days and so I made my list and within a few hours, the house was set and I was ready to prepare myself. I decided that if Jiten were
going to see me then he would see me as the most stunning sissy pantywaist he had ever seen. I took a deep breath and got my razor out to remove any offending hairs and did my toilette. As instructed
I returned to my bench in front of my makeup mirror and put on my bubble gum nail polish and took a break to let it dry. I thought about an incident many months ago that made me realize that I was a
sissy for life.
Right from the start I used to adore sitting in my panties and a princess tee looking at myself in the mirror. It annoyed me to think that, but I cared less with each passing day. It was my time for
me, and my one secret, guilty pleasure. Although, I had to be careful, because mistress had removed the door to my room right from the moment I was relocated from our bedroom.
"You've got nothing to hide from me," she said early on in my transition. One day she unexpectedly came thru my door. She stopped and looked on my dresser and smiled. She picked up the empty box to
my Jockey training bra. I was mortified as she turned to look at me with a huge smile on her face. I lifted my arms to hide my shame across my then flat chest.
"No, no, Lambchop, let me see." She walked over to me and ran her hand over my thighs to insure that they were clean-shaven and then adjusted the waistband of my high cut, full bottomed cotton print
panties. "They don't pinch or bind you do they?" she said referring to my panties.
I became to cry.
"Tut, tut," Sushma said as she took me in her arms. "Come sit on my lap and let me see your pretty bra. It's been such a fight to get you to at least try it on. Why didn't you let me know? Did you
have trouble with the clasp? I'm so happy for you."
There I was, perched on her lap, on my small four-poster pink ruffled canopied twin bed. She was in her satin pajamas and I was in my white training bra and pink cotton print panties with the ducks
and bunnies with full makeup and jewelry. Sushma began to whisper to me and little by little I calmed.
"I know you adore all things feminine. I don't know why you fight me so. In a month or two, you'll feel absolutely naked without your little bra."
"It's a good thing I removed your door or I would have missed the fashion show! Plus it pleasures me to be able to have access at any time I please without so much as a knock. Privacy for you
lambchop is thing of the past. Obedience, training and learning to care for all of my intimate needs are your future. After all, what real man would be sitting on his wife's lap fully made up with
jewelry, makeup, wearing a size 2 cotton print panty and a Jockey brand training bra?"
#51
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 20:34)
With that she snapped my bra strap and laughed. "It's a complete surrender of all the things you know, but trust me I know what's best for you and I'll take care of you." As she spoke she was tracing
my bra clasp with her perfectly manicured finger and whispering softly into my ear again. "Don't you feel delicious and girly," she breathed.
She took her hand and snuck two fingers under the leg band of my high cut panties and tickled my stem. I was fully excited and had already spotted the cotton garment in several spots. I could see the
outline of her
knuckles beneath the fabric. Oh too soon, She removed her fingers and then quickly put them in my mouth and I acquiesced and sucked them as she pushed them farther into my throat until I coughed. She
then pulled her two fingers back a bit and told me to relax and then pushed them back in even further. She trained me this way for a few minutes and then kissed my cheek saying, "It's a good
start."
I was disconsolate over my lack of will power.
Anyway, her attentions were all too delicious and I began to get really excited.
"Darling," she said, "the ducks and bunnies on your panties are trying to grow and it seems you are dribbling. Perhaps you like it when I talk about your bras and panties?"
I couldn't help myself, I was in love with this woman and as she tormented me verbally, she took me in hand with my panties on and started a rhythmic pumping. She was breathing in my ear and telling
me what a pretty girl I had become and that I was her sissy wife forever. I started to climax in my gaff but was trying to hold back.
In my ear I heard her say, "Princess let go, it's okay I know who you are." And then I started to shake uncontrollably just that quickly it was over.
"That's my good girl. You really exerted yourself!"
Just seconds later Sushma said, "Hurry and stand up sweetheart, that was so quick and now your ducks and bunnies are wet and I don't want my pajamas to get stained."
"So Lambchop, was it me, or new training bra that excited you so? It doesn't really matter anymore, does it? Okay, clean yourself up and get a sleeping bra and a nightie and meet me in my bathroom
for my bedtime preparations. No arguments please, I got you several just a month ago and you know where they are."
That was my Sushma, I'd give her an inch and she would take.. well..everything.
"Be sure to powder yourself down there, I don't want you developing a nasty rash. Do you think you can handle your bra or would you like me to unclasp it for you?"
I defiantly told her I could handle it and that was the most macho thing I uttered in the last seven months. She left my room and I heard her giggling to herself all the way down the hall.
That was seven plus months ago, and here I was still frittering away time. It was time to do the rest of my makeup and knew that would take a good ½ hour, plus the dreaded plucking of the eyebrows.
We all know the girl things it takes to make us beautiful and I did them all. The time passed quickly and my alarm went off reminding me that mistress wanted to be awoken a full 1 ½ before our guests
arrived. I had just five minutes to don my black demi bra and my white satin panties with the lace rows and bows on the bottom. In short, I had to move sissy butt. Putting on a bra these days took a
bit of time as I had improved in that area and it was both sensitive and well a girl just wants to look "right" in her bra.
The vitamins were most definitely doing their job. And, after sliding my black thigh highs up my freshly shaved legs and stepping into my six-inch patent leather heels, it was time for my panties.
The process was complicated by my now excited state which mistress refers to as a wholly unacceptable, unimpressive display. I thought quickly and decided that the best thing to do was to go
downstairs and get mistress refreshment and to put my panties on when I returned upstairs before I entered her room. It was a good plan I thought as I put on my pink bubblegum lipstick and took the
short steps that were demanded while in these dreadfully high heels.
With juice in hand, outside my mistresses' door I was just a moment from putting the glass down and putting on my panties when the door flew open and my mistress saw me bottomless, with panties in
hand. She flew into a rage. She grabbed me by the arm and the juice glass dropped onto the carpet. She dragged me into her bathroom and took her hairbrush and administered two quick vicious slaps to
my poor little stem. I immediately assumed a "more suitable" state.
#52
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 20:41)
"Don't you dare cry missy," she railed. "You'll ruin your makeup and don't think you'll get away with this behavior. You'll be punished for spilling the juice and for your flagrant display and for
dancing around without your panties and in the hallway no less. And speaking of your panties, put them on. I don't care to see your little lollipop. And, if I was you I wouldn't want anyone else to
see it, or the more appropriately lack of it."
I was in a state. However, I did as instructed and when the panties were in place I did a spin as ordered. Sushma checked my make up and added some touches. She fiddled with my bra and excited my
immature breasts.
"My but you're filling your pretty bras out these days sweetheart. I imagine you're excited to finally have something for the boys to play with." She then winked.
I flushed. She knew I hated her teasing me like that. She ran her hands on my thighs and checked my armpits for stubble and asked me to show her my fingernails, which she said were perfect. She
played a bit with my bangles and said, "You know Sameera the work you did on your panties is exquisite. It's far too femmy for me, could never wear these sarees and jewelry, but you have a talent for
it. I feel we should get you a new mangalsootra, this design seems a little old, also I feel you should wear a long and thick one, to show your devotion to me. What do you think?
She didn't wait for an answer..
"Now, try and contain yourself this evening," she warned, it would be a shame for you to soak such a delicate garment especially since you worked so hard on it. Try and remember all the things that I
have taught you."
"All right Lambchop," she said, as she again smacked my bottom. "Go get your saree on and come back and help me dress. Be careful not to get makeup on your uniform. Remember nothing less than
perfection."
I rushed back to my room and dressed in my petticoats and saree. Starched to perfection and I realized that I'd have to be careful with every move as my nether region was radiating a moist heat. The
whole experience had me at my wits end. I hadn't cum in more than a month, and this gaff made even erections impossible.
Imagine having Jiten see me like this! Imagine having Charmi knowing my secret. I was doomed.
#53
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 20:42)
"Ugh!" more day dreaming. One more look back and front and it was off to my Mistress and the pleasure of helping her dress. I won't go into detail but she was perfect except for the fact that she
refused her panties when dressing which I found upsetting. Through her sheer halter-top her ample bosom was seductively on display.
Reading my mind, she said, "Don't be jealous Lambchop, you don't mind if others admire me do you? Of course you don't, now that you have small breasts, you understand. I can't imagine a sissy like
you being jealous! it's so amusing."
She knew I was frustrated and she smirked. She then let me don her garter belt and some beautiful black stockings. I fetched her heels and was waved out of her room.
"Our guests will be here shortly. Go stand by the bottom of the stairs and await me for your final walkthrough of the house and your instructions."
A few minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs in regal splendor, as she descended the stairs, her breasts bounced with a cadence, she was a vision.
"Well, Lambchop, how do I look?"
I told her how beautiful but before I could answer She was already ahead of me asking questions and I could barely keep up on my precariously high heels.
"Sweetheart," she said, "pay close attention to the details."
So much to remember, drinks appetizers temperatures, which go in when, and the timers. I was overwhelmed and flustered.
I followed her into the living room and she sat down. I went to sit next to her and she said, "Darling that's a service uniform and a very cute one at that, you'll be on you feet all night." She
checked my uniform again.
"My gosh you're just razor thin. Your narrow hips and tiny waist really accentuate your small bust. You've worked hard to get yourself in shape and now you realize how much more work you'll need to
do. I adore the jewelry that you have put on. I really like these long earrings, and your nosering. I remember how much you hated when we piereced you. Also the mangalsotra and the bangles really
accentuate your married sissy housewife status. Be sure to very careful with your saree," she said as she fluffed my petticoats, "or your panties will be on full display."
She then opened a box that was sitting on the couch next to her. "Lampchop, I have a little gift for you." Removing the paper she snapped the garment out of the box. It was a white satin half apron
with my wife initials embroidered on the corner. "Don't you just love it?" she screamed. "I think it's just grand. Now, don't get fussy and come closer and let me put it on you. My lord," she said as
she admired me, "I was right. I could always spot a sissy and that's just what you are! Married and pantied! I bet you wish you could see yourself."
Breaking my spell she said, "So, Charmi and Jiten."
I cringed.
"Lambchop get ready because when the doorbell rings you'll be making your first impression and remember that you'll never have another chance to make a good first impression."
She giggled. So, I took my post by the door and after what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang. I inhaled, but I couldn't remember exhaling.
#54
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 20:51)
Chapter three
Looking straight down, I opened the door. I didn't dare look up! But, I was confused to see a pair of strappy sandals and a pair of smart low heels. Who could this guest be? I looked up and saw a
vision. Such a pretty girl: perfect makeup, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the outfit was to die for. What a shape this girl had:a perky breasts, a trim waist and full thighs. She was radiant,
but before I could take a second look, Charmi was upon me and under all the pressure I curtsied and invited them in. I guess it was second nature.
Charmi stopped me and said, "Sameera right?"
I smiled and said yes with my eyes downcast. Once again I was looking at the two pairs of shoes.
"Sameera you doll, look at you, I'm jealous. You are to die for! And the way you look in your uniform, well aren't you the sassy miss! But, enough of this, take me to Sushma we have so much to talk
about."
I led them into the great room and awaited instructions. Charmi and her guest made themselves at home. It was then I noticed a small suitcase in Charmi's hand. Sushma asked me to get it and take it
upstairs and put it in my bedroom and as I left the room all I heard were two women laughing and Sushma saying, "She's the perfect sissy, I couldn't be happier. I should have put her in saree the
second after we got married." Charmi now laughing said, "More like on the second date." Charmi was perky and she was tall as well. Her shape was more curvaceous then Sushma's. No question she was an
attractive woman.
I was gone for just a few moments and when I returned I was sent out for drinks. Two chai and a water. Every time I stole a glance at this creature sitting next to Charmi my heart leapt. Who was this
radiant creature with the sad, sad eyes?
As I was delivering the drinks, I did my dip so as not to display myself. First a napkin, followed by the beverage, and then a thank you. Charmi took every opportunity to needle me.
"Sameera what high heels and you handle them so well." "Sameera, my haven't you blossomed, I can't wait to see you in swimwear this summer, you know its just around the corner!"
I gave my mistress my most pleading look but she was too amused to do anything but instruct me to offer appetizers. Through my indignities I still hadn't discovered who our other guest was. I was
overcome by my curiosity and concentrating very hard to maintain my composure lest a stirring begin between my legs.
Upon entering the great room I saw our guest turning around for Charmi and Sushma. She was wearing some side zip tailored pants. They were very tight and she was wearing a silk blouse that showed off
her ample bosoms. When the light hit her form just so, the silhouette of her brassiere could easily be seen. I of course tried to think of other things.
Finally after I finished serving, our guest was invited to sit, but I noticed she wasn't talking and that she was as flushed as I was. Her eyes betrayed some sort of defeat. I was confused.
Sushma said, "Sameera our guest is quite uncomfortable. I was hoping you could help her change and get relaxed. Those pants she's wearing are very constricting and I think she'd like to change and
freshen up."
"Yes of course," Charmi said, "take Jiten upstairs and help her change."
Immediately I froze in my tracks. No, it couldn't be. This beautiful girl, with the large breasts? It couldn't be. Jiten was my height, but he was fat and hairy and this woman was the essence of
femininity. Both girls were laughing.
Charmi said, "Yes silly that's your sissy sister Jiten. Oh that's right, you remember him as Jiten. But that was thirty-five lbs ago, breast implants and some rather severe training." I was
aghast.
I composed myself long enough to lead Jiten, I mean Jiten, from the room. Sushma called me after saying, "Remember what I said, I don't want to be disappointed."
I could barely hear Charmi and Sushma talking as I left the room. As I ascended the stairs with Jiten I knew she had a full very of my panties and I was filled with mixed emotions. My fight to
control my excitement was failing. I knew my panties were damp.
#55
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 21:01)
Chapter four
Downstairs, the two women were giggling. "You have the cameras all set up right Sushma? Charmi, I took care of everything our two little girls will be on film forever!"
Charmi had crossed the room and was now sitting next to Sushma. They embraced and kissed a very intimate kiss. It was a kiss that was between more than two close friends... it was a kiss between
lovers.
"Sushma, Jiten is flawless. The breast implants are spectacular. How has he been behaving?"
"Well Sushma, between the hormones, surgery and spankings, I've completely vanquished Jiten's will. She's all mine now. But forget Jiten. Sushma your handiwork on Sameera, well she's a little doll. I
can't wait to get her over my knee and smack her bottom red! And did you see the way she looked at my Jiten even after she found out!"
Together they both chimed "sissy love!" Charmi was now tracing Sushma's nipples through her revealing halter and Sushma was moaning. "Charmi, please we have to stop, let's go to the den and watch our
two sissies play!"
Upstairs, the two sissies entered Sameera room. "Make yourself at home Jiten," said Sameera with a hint of sarcasm. With that Jiten started to cry. She had removed a slip and some panties from the
make up bench, first folding then neatly and then placing them on the dresser and then sat and began to sob. "I can't help it she said it's the hormones and well look at me!" Sameera said, "you're
beautiful."
And Jiten replied, "So are you but we're supposed to be boys and now we're sissies."
"I know," said Sameera, "but while it's been hard, it's has its benefits. I'd never admit it to Sushma, but I love our relationship, although pleasing her is no picnic. Well I understand what you're
saying but Charmi has always been a loving wife, and now I can't even sleep in my own bedroom."
"Hello silly," said Sameera sarcastically, whose room do you think this is?"
"Oh gosh," said Jiten "I'm sorry."
"Forget it," said Sameera, "let's get you changed and back downstairs before we both get a spanking."
With that Jiten started sobbing again.
"What is it?" said Sameera.
"Well, I'm laced into my office corset so tightly, I can't bend over to change into my panties, shoes, saree"
Jiten was beside herself so Sameera had her stand up in front of the full-length mirror. She then went over to the bed and opened the cute little overnight case.
"Don't worry, I'll dress you." She found a floral panty with a matching bralette, a half slip and a little pleated cherry red saree. She also took out her full jewelry box and make up from the
bag.
Sameera turned around and saw Jiten admiring herself in the mirror. Well at least I'm not alone she thought, "Okay Jiten, I'll get your side zipper," and with that she unbuttoned the waist and with a
swoosh down came her pants over her stockings. Jiten's hose were thigh high and she had a perfectly flat, peach pantied vee. Her tummy was smooth and firm under her corset. Her waist was mercilessly
nipped in. What a change!
I helped her off with her blouse and made sure it found a hanger in my closet. My word, how she filled out her white bra! I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn't help but ask, "Jiten how do you like
having breasts?"
She dropped her head and whispered, "They're so pretty, I'm embarrassed to admit it but I really do like them...do you hate me?"
"No silly I think I'm jealous." And I was.
Worse than that, I had completely tented my panties. I was in an awful state. I continued, "Are they sensitive?"
"Oh my word yes!" she said.
And now I was really curious looking down, I thought did she or didn't she. I was anxious to change her panties and see.
#56
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 21:02)
First I slipped off her bra and got the floral one. I took my time and rubbed her delicious breasts with my fingers and the back of my hands. You know, a lady's maid handles her mistress intimately.
However, I think Jiten knew better and realized what I was doing. I had to admit that they were perfect breasts and I tried to be discreet but I had to touch them. She moaned and rubbed her thighs
together while I pretended to have trouble reaching around her and closing her bra. I could have gone behind her or clasped it on her tummy and spun it around, but where was the fun it that? Truth
was I had become an expert in all things lingerie! Now, I was rubbing her breasts against mine!
I watched her lick her lipsticked lips and I finally found the clasp and made the proper adjustments. On with the top and we were in front of the makeup mirror and I was working my magic! Then I
placed her in front of the full-length mirror. In her top and half-slip and corset she was a
vision. I got down on my knees in front of the mirror. I wanted her to have a good view of my behind while I explored.
I slipped down her panties and got the floral panties. I weaved my fingers into their waistband and I stretched and beckoned her forward. She placed her red tipped fingers on my shoulder for balance
and stepped into the garment, first one foot and then the other. When I slipped up her panties I came in contact with her vee. Damn, She was gaffed, drat!" By this time I was just beside myself and
as I rose my tented panty front came in contact with Jiten's naked thigh for just a few seconds and I lost control. Instinctively I lifted my pettis, as I did not want to mess them, as well. I
completely soaked my panties and I knew mistress would be furious.
Now it was my turn to be beside myself and Jiten giggled, and asked me what the problem was but she obviously knew. I finally told her and she giggled some more. "It's okay," she said, "I think
you're pretty too. I'm glad I excited you." She put her finger in the corner of her mouth and said, "I was also wondering what it would be like if we kissed. Do you hate me?"
Downstairs in the den, Charmi and Sushma were transfixed. As Sushma watched her maid orgasm she laughed. "Well that took about five seconds."
Charmi laughed, "Yes but look at our sissies they are mad with passion for each other."
"That's great" said Sushma, "just what we had hoped for don't you agree."
"Yes, it fits right in with our plans now let's get up there and break in on our new couple. It's time for some real fun!"
#57
PriyaSri(Monday, 27 February 2023 21:15)
Chapter five
Charmi and Sushma entered the door less room at just the precise moment to catch their two sissies en flagrante.
"Jiten, did Sameera molest you?" yelled Sushma.
Before I heard Jiten's reply, an irate Charmi said, "Look, Sameera's panties are dripping with her sissy cream. Sushma I'll take of Sameera, just make sure everything is alright with Jiten
please."
They both winked at each other but unfortunately both Jiten and I were too overwhelmed by what had just happened to notice. The next thing I knew Charmi was jerking my arm and leading me to my
bathroom. Once inside she looked for a door and I said, sorry my mistress had it removed.
Charmi said, "Well that's a good idea, you apparently need to be supervised....at all times."
Charmi removed her blouse and as she was doing so, she instructed me to remove my panties. I froze; I didn't want to display myself in front of Charmi. I was mortified. In the next seconds, Charmi
soundly smacked my bottom until I begged her to stop.
"Are you ready to comply with all of my instructions she asked?"
I shook my head yes.
She said, "That's my good girl."
I removed my panty and handed it to her. She smacked my now naked bottom again and informed me that she didn't want my dirty panty and that I should place it in the sink and run some cool water and
Woolite before the stains from my "unfortunate behavior" set and ruined the intimate garment. She watched me as I did as I was told and then when I was finished she instructed me to lift my
saree.
"I want to see if you need to be cleaned before you soil another perfectly good pair of panties."
I hesitated and received five more sound smacks and when I could take no more I began to cry.
"You're boring Me," said Charmi. "Not such a big man anymore. There there, I know it's difficult for you."
I acquiesced and lifted my saree. "Oh my gosh," cried Charmi "I had no idea how small and hairless you were. I guess you weren't a big man even when you were acting like one to me. Certainly you
couldn't hope to satisfy a woman with that."
As she berated me, I found myself becoming excited the more I tried to fight it the more I found myself losing. Just as I tried to become erect again Sushma walked into the bathroom. There I was,
holding my saree and petticoats up and having the two women view my gaffed tool. Sushma smacked my bottom three times and Charmi took the opportunity to flick her fingers against my member. In a few
short moments I had lost my excitement. I dropped my saree and both women informed me that no one had given permission for me to do so. I was miserable, inconsolable and yet I was thinking about
Jiten.
Charmi took a few moments to towel around private areas and finished her handiwork with some dusting powder. She smiled and instructed me to get my tightest gaff and a panty and come back. I asked
which panty and Charmi said, "Sweetheart I'm sure you have all kinds of lovely panties...you pick one."
I minced away and when I entered the bedroom I saw that Jiten was gone. Sushma called for me and I came back with requested garments.
"Okay Sameera," Charmi started, "time to get you in new panties. No excuses and no complaining."
I did as told and followed by putting on a black boy cut satin panty with pink ribbon waist and pink ribbon sewn into the leg openings.
"Isn't it funny that our sissies wear lingerie we find too feminine,"
"I know," said Sushma, "but Sameera adores her girl things and who am I to deny her."
"Sameera drop your petticoats," Sushma said, "and help Charmi on with her blouse."
I hesitated, I had never touched another woman and well, I just didn't know how to respond. Two quick swats on my red behind were all the motivation I needed and I quickly retrieved the blouse,
checked the garment for wrinkles, offered to iron it but was ultimately instructed to move my pantied behind and get Charmi's blouse on. I was careful around her breasts, but I did see how beautiful
they looked encased as they were in her sheer bra.
"I see you like my bra Sameera, but you can't fill it out. Maybe you'll 'grow' sometime soon."
This time I saw her wink at Sushma and I flushed.
"Ohhh, she blushing," Charmi said, "how sweet."
Now both women were laughing. The indignities were seemingly endless.
I finally received permission to drop my saree and was glad to be beneath my petticoats safe from staring eyes. I was told to repair my makeup and was to report downstairs in no less then five
minutes. I was already exhausted and humiliated and my bottom was on fire from the spankings, and I was wondering, what had become of Jiten?
#58
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 28 February 2023 03:19)
Chapter Six
I descended the stairs and privately enjoyed my petticoats bouncing and the click of my heels with each step. I was filled with both excitement and shame. What had I become? Charmi and Sushma were
chatting quietly in the living room. Jiten was standing in her cute saree and as I entered Charmi had pulled Jiten to her lap.
I entered and awaited orders, but the women kept talking. I was sent for drinks but for the next 1/2 hour I was largely ignored. Jiten was now sitting at her mistresses' feet. Charmi was carelessly
playing with her hair and earrings as she spoke with Sushma.
It had all become surreal and then Sushma stood up and said, "Picture time. I want some photos of our special girls Charmi."
Charmi lit up with glee. "Yes, of course we need some photos."
Sushma produced a camera and instructed Jiten sit in a chair by the window and I was to pretend to be serving her. How humiliating! I could see Jiten's breasts heaving up and down rapidly under her
tight blouse.
She too was mortified by the newest development. However, we were sissies and obeyed our mistresses lest we be punished.
The camera snapped for a full 20 minutes and both of us were exhausted from being directed to do this and that and to place our hands just so. Particular attention was paid to our facial
expressions.
After a short break Charmi suggested something a bit more naughty. "The girls are tightly gaffed so we don't have to worry about a repeat of the unfortunate incident upstairs." Sushma agreed and was
now adjuste Jiten's cherry red saree. She took the opportunity to run her hand up Jiten's saree and check her lingerie. Jiten flushed, but managed to maintain her composure while my wife's hands
continued their exploration. I was fuming. Sushma had been paying far too much attention to Jiten; I was ready to teach her a lesson.
"Okay," said Charmi, "girls hold hands."
Jiten hesitated but I was bolder. I took her hand and placed it in mine and rested it at my side. The camera all the while snapped and now Charmi and Sushma were giving posing orders in a staccato
fashion. "Lean into each other" (snap of the camera), "put your hands on each others waists" (snap). "Smell her perfume Sameera" (snap). "Pretend to blow in her ear Jiten."
All of a sudden both women stopped and Sushma said to Charmi, "Wouldn't it be great it Jiten got to play the sissy of the house and amuse herself by tormenting her domestic." Jiten was apprehensive,
but I was thinking that this would be the opportunity to make Sushma jealous plus, Jiten and I had some unfinished business. What was I thinking, what had I become?
Sushma gave me a mirror and a brush and some lipstick and I quickly repaired my makeup. I also needed some powder...what a sissy I had become. Sushma then reminded me to help Jiten and as I did the
camera started snapping again. I took the opportunity to apply lipstick to Jiten's lips. It was obvious that Jiten had had collagen injections because her lips were full and pouty. I was jealous, but
why? Jiten was now standing and I placed my leg between hers and applied pressure to her gaffed and
pantied vee at every opportunity. It was naughty and the girls were watching, but I didn't care. Jiten caught on quickly and rubbed her breasts against mine. All the while the camera was snapping,
but we were hardly paying attention.
After a few minutes, my makeup artist chores had been completed and Charmi told Jiten that it was her turn to take the lead. "Don't be such a wimpy girl Jiten, pretend you're in charge and Sameera is
your domestic. Have some sissy fun."
Jiten was up to the task and she sat down in a comfy chair and instructed me to do this and that and when I came close to her she playfully pinched my pantied bottom. This was the first time I had
been so intimately handled by a man, or should I say a sissy. But, I blocked that out and endeavored to make Sushma jealous. What was I thinking?
Jiten playfully pulled me onto her lap. Now the only thing that separated my bottom from her thighs was our saree.
She continued her assault as I pretended to try to keep my saree down. I managed to rise, but she pulled me down again and I twisted and now my bottom was up and my petticoats were up in the air. She
gently spanked my pantied bottom and all the while in the background we could hear the sounds of the camera snapping away. We didn't care!
#59
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 28 February 2023 03:19)
My loins were steaming. I was so exited, but my small member was completely imprisoned by my gaff. I twisted myself around and now I was again sitting on Jiten's lap and that's when I put my thin,
underdeveloped arms around her neck and we kissed our first sissy kiss. It was magic and the room went dark for me. It was gentle kissing not girl-boy not boy-boy, but sissy to sissy. Just two
frustrated submissives finding shelter in a storm.
After a few minutes, Sushma broke the spell and said, "Okay boys take a break and come up for air." Charmi laughed but I thought it was a mean thing to say. Charmi said it was late and way past
Jiten's bedtime, but that we should get together and do it again very soon.
As order, I went upstairs and packed Jiten's dirty things in her little suitcase and brought them downstairs to Charmi. Charmi asked me if I wanted my the heels I had lent to Jiten. I knew better and
deferred to my mistress. She laughed and said, "Charmi, Jiten can think of those things as a gift. Sameera has tons of girl things to wear and I'm sure she'd like Jiten to have those heels. After
all, they're girlfriends now, right and girlfriends share? It shouldn't be long before you're sharing panties and having try-ons with bikinis and other sissy things."
Charmi agreed, and added, "As long as there is proper supervision!"
Sushma concurred, and both Jiten and I flushed.
"Okay Cupcake it's time to go," said Charmi. "Say goodbye to Sushma and Sameera."
Jiten said goodbye with a shy wave but Charmi wasn't satisfied.
"Jiten don't you want to give Sameera a kiss goodbye?"
Jiten balked and then lowered her head and whispered, "Yes."
"Well, sweetie, we're waiting."
And so Jiten stepped forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh how sweet and puerile," said Sushma. Jiten heard that and leaned forward and gave me a more meaningful kiss on the lips and at the Same time the minx had her hand tickling my upper thigh. I
almost fell over but if I had to admit it, I enjoyed it.
"Awww sissy love," said Charmi.
"Thank god for rubber sheets," said Sushma. Everyone said final goodbyes. and I closed the door. Mistress said that we had a lot to talk about but that was for tomorrow, I had excited her and she had
a need for my "special" oral ministrations. I followed her upstairs but dreaded tomorrows developments.
I mean could I be in love with my best friend, now feminized to a greater extent then myself? Were the girls collaborating? Why did I enjoy Jiten's kiss so much? Why did I enjoy dressing Jiten so
much? Plus, just a rub against Jiten's thigh and I completely soaked my panties. I had too many questions and no answers, but mainly I wanted to see Jiten again. However, for now I knew my mistress
needed me intimately and I was to perform the service.....hopefully, perfectly... because she'd accept nothing less. What a true sissy I had become!
#60
Rohini(Wednesday, 08 March 2023 03:17)
After long time sharing my experience
My wife and me are wearing same saree today to celebrate women's day we do it yearly once on women's day. It's amazing experience to spend a day with her. We had started to make lunch and later in
evening will change into partiala suit or salwar. As I have long hairs I tie into a bun and wear small studs and I don't wear bangles but my wife forcefully makes me wear it. So I couldn't stop her.
As we belong to Delhi and we had shifted to Mumbai because of our job we Stay in apartment just we both. It's been 4 yrs to our marriage and we both are earning good we use to work from home. But now
my wife had to work from office and I wfh.initially all this started from lockdown I had a good experience with her she made me do household work and cooking as well. Now I'm expert in cooking and do
household work as I get much time in home as I'm working from home. Initially in lockdown I was lazy but my wife forced me to help her in kitchen when I use to deny she use to get angry on me and use
to make me cut vegetables and wash clothes in washing machine. One day in Night she had applied nail polish on my both the hands when I was sleeping when I woked up I was shocked to see. Then I told
her to remove she said that for my safety she had applied it when I asked her she told you keep going outside searching for cigarettes so now you will completely stay at home till the lockdown gets
over you are not going out. Then i kept quiet and started to adjust myself that time I had medium hairs. So we started to work from home and spend time together. One day when we were cooking I was
feeling uncomfortable in kitchen wearing a t-shirt and jeans she was wearing a top and skirt. She told me to come to bedroom and gave me a nighty to wear. I said I can't wear a nighty. She told that
you can't wear jeans or t-shirt and work in kitchen it's OK we both are here no one is watching you so now quickly change so she undressed me was in my underwear and then she drop the nighty from
top. It was a simple green color nighty which typical housewives wear. I was feeling shy and my wife was enjoying it.
#61
Rohini(Wednesday, 08 March 2023 22:38)
From here my wife will continue
My name is Anita and I forgot to tell you my husband name is Rohan.
So now I made him wear nighty which were little old which I had bought at the time of marriage now I wear track pants and those round neck t-shirts. So Rohan was in nighty and he was keeping his head
down while cooking and I was watching him carefully. After we had finished cooking we were sitting on the table to eat our lunch. Then I told rohan to serve me the food first which he did we had our
lunch then he wanted to remove nighty I told him this are comfortable so he can wear the same for today. As it was Saturday we both had off so it was 4pm so we thought we will watch TV for some time.
#62
Rohini(Friday, 10 March 2023 10:51)
After watching TV for some time we thought will take some nap so we slept for sometime then it was 6pm so Rohan made tea and we had tea then he took the clothes which were washed from varendah folded
and kept in the Almirah. After that we had started our preparation for dinner then we had dinner. Look like Rohan was listening to what ever I was telling him to do. Then we slept it was next morning
I waked him up and told him to make tea and toast. After we had our breakfast I took my bath and then I told Rohan to take bath as he wanted his clothes I told him to take a bath and come till then
will arrange his clothes.
#63
Rohini(Friday, 10 March 2023 12:09)
When he came out taking bath was wearing his underwear and towel tied on his waist then I handed him a red nighty to wear he was not ready to wear but when I started to kiss him and play with him he
had surrendered so I drop the nighty from the top. Now he said he can wear a track pant and t-shirt. I told him nighty looks good on you then I took the red nail polish and applied on his hands. Till
you are at home in this lockdown that's your uniform so that you can stay at home and take care of the house no more going out in this Corona. Then I told him if he breaks any rules then he will be
punished. Then I kissed him and told him to go to kitchen and clean the vessels and then wash the clothes.
#64
Rohini(Friday, 10 March 2023 13:01)
I took complete control over him and then once he had completed his work. Then I handed over the broom to clean the house so he started from the bedroom then I thought will increase his task so once
he had finished sweeping then I examined the rooms and told him that it's not been cleaned properly so he has to do it again and for this he will be punished. So then i took him to the bedroom and
took a pair of anklets and told him to show his legs he didn't agree then I showed a video were he was cooking wearing nighty i told him if he diesnt follow the rules then this video will be shared
with his friends and family.then he got scared and then I made him wear anklets. Then I took my bangles box and told him to show his hands first he was not ready when I showed my anger he got
uncomfortable and then I made him wear red glass bangles 6 each on his hands. Now I can hear you were ever you are so now this will be your uniform from today.
#65
Rohini(Friday, 10 March 2023 13:17)
Now I can hear the voice of his bangles and anklets. He was doing all the house work by himself as I was guiding him and enjoying it. A week.passed I kept him busy in the housework as he had some
meetings from his office to attend and he was very careful about his bangles so that no one can hear the sound and made sure that his camera is off. Then it was Saturday morning I thought will
promote him now i made a plan to have sex with him so I told him to remove his clothes and jewelry which he was wearing he thought it's over he was in his boxers. Then i made him sleep on bed and
tied him to the bed., ivstuffed a cloth in his mouth and waxed whole body including face. Tears rolled out of his eyes he screamed but of no use After waxing him completely, i applied moisturizer and
left him for some time. Then I gave him turmeric paste and told him to take a hot bath and come.
#66
Rohini(Friday, 10 March 2023 13:32)
Once he completed the bath I told him to clean shave as well. Then he came out in towel. Then I showed him a bra and a panty which he will wear for today he didn't agree i just slapped him. This was
a bigger shock to him As i never even got angry on him before, then I showed him the video again and blackmailed him. So he didn't had any choice so I told him to wear panty right now so he wore the
panty then I hooked the bra as he had soft nippes it gave him nice shape then I took a patiala dress and made him wear it fitted him as I was slim at the time of marriage now I'm little healthy so I
don't wear them. Rohan is slim and trim his figure is like 18 yes old girl. I made him sit in front of the mirror, . And started doing his makeup and even did eyebrows. He was shocked but did not say
anything. Started with foundation followed by mascara then Kajal finally lipstick to end.
#67
Rohini(Friday, 10 March 2023 13:45)
Then I took my jewelry box started with anklets and then bangles 12 in each hand, then a simple gold chain on his neck. Then took nailpolish painted his hands and legs. Then grabbed a pair of clip-on
earrings which I had. Finally I took a matching dupatta pinned on his shoulder. Then set his hair back as he had medium hairs. Then finally he was ready I named him Rohini and took his pictures. I
asked him how is he feeling now he kept quiet. I told him from now onwards you will dress up like a housewife. On weekdays you can wear nighty or tops and skirt as you work from home. but on weekend
that's on Saturday you will wear proper dress along with complete jewelry and on Sunday you will wear saree.
#68
Samantha(Thursday, 16 March 2023 02:29)
Revenge of Babhi...1
One day My sister-in-law ( Nithya ) called and told me that my mother (Suba) had an accident and admitted in hospital. so now I am going to home town.I went straight to the hospital. Mom was admitted
to the ICU. We asked doctor about my mom condtion and he said we can't say anything now and her head was injured badly, we can tell only after the surgery.Doctor asked us to pay for the treatment
bill and we will make the arrangements for the surgery. I brought the money I had saved and paid the bill for surgery. Operation started After 6 hour the doctor came out from operation theater. He
told us that opertaion is success . she was hit on the head so he asked us take care of mom and her right leg also broken and doctor bandaged it. he told me to go and see mother after 2 hours.After
some time we both saw mom. she was bandaged from head to toe.Seeing her like that made me cry and water is coimg from eyes automatically.We came out.Sister-in-law called brother and told him about
mother. I sat quietly on the chair. Forget tell you about me ...My name is Nirmal and I just completed engineering and working in MNC company bangalore.my mom is a housewife.my brother is Batallion
police and he will roam all over india and he will come yearly once and my Sister-in-law and she is working as clark in RTO office.
The doctor told us that we can take mom home after a few days.I spent all the money I saved on my mother's treatment. I don't have money right now. I called my brother and asked for money, but he
told me to that he will inform to my SIL & collect it from my sister-in-law.I also said ok. my sister-in-law and I went to the doctor and needed a nurse to take care of my mother. I said that i
will go to work and SIL will also go to work. So i asking you send one nurse to take care of her mother until my sister-in-law comes. The doctor said yes.He said thats i will send nurse but you
should give 10000 ruppess per month to the nurse and I said yes.We took our mother and went home. my mother lying on bed in the room and we came out and i was thinking about my office. Then
sister-in-law came there and told me that till now MIL did all the housework but she cant able to we can hire new maid . i said ok. i told her i dont have money to pay the salary for nurse & maid
and pls take care salary for them. she said ok. My sister-in-law looked at me and said, don't go to Bangalore from now on, quit the job and search the job locally. i said i will think about it. she
told I also go to work, i will return around 7 PM and i cant able work after that. i understood her problems. I thinked 2 days about quiting job then i called & informed to manager about my mom
and he asked me put resignation letter.i thanked him.It's been 20 days and I'm just sitting at home. one sunday I was sitting watching TV and my sister-in-law came. she asked me whole day you are
staying at home ryt. you didnt get bore . i said its very boring SIL and i am trying for job . she said untill then you can learn household work ryt and if u learn the household work .we can 6000
rupees per month and we can terminate maid. i said i will think about it. SIL informed to maid to teach household work for me and he will join with you on tomorrow onwards. i said ok.
#69
New world(Sunday, 19 March 2023 22:22)
Greetings to the year 2050 , where males are just a toy for females and they are used like like toys for pleasure, entertainment and house hold work .
The story starts with Rasika a 16 year sissy for whom the girl family and the girl Neha rajdan is going to visit for marriage proposal
It's morning seven am in Delhi Rasika is awaken by her father in a skimmpy babby doll his name is Mitha Mohan
Wake up Jaan today is a special day , u know Neha family will be here , it just shocked rasikaa what the hell one more exhibition of himself for a girl and her family he woke up in a satin knee
length nighty seeing his father , suddenly their was a sound the dildo vibrator sound rashika knew it was the sound of her father vibrator her mom mohan need assistance, his father in his 5 inch
heels started moving out to the living room , Mohan was sitting in the sofa in a barmuda & tshirt smoking a cigarette, mitha reached and knee down for her orders
Mohan : do u have any responsibility slut you kone that my friend Arpan is coming with her hot & sexy slut sissy huband Moni and her respected Daughter to see your fit for nothing son for a
marriage proposal
Mitha yes my lord I was awake by 4 and have cleaned the whole house washrooms and kitchen i will prepare snaks and lunch for them in a hour or so mitha raised his head
Mohan order her to come in her lap as women love their husband in their laps , she patted her thighs mitha was a gourgeous sissy with a figure 34 28 34 with a height of 6 feets 60 kg and white
complexion on the other hand her wife Mohan was 5 feet 5 inches bulky wheatish complexion
Mohan started to play with him she asked him to strip and mitha was nude as today men have no rights they have to fulfill their wife desires
#70
New world(Monday, 20 March 2023 04:26)
Greetings to the year 2050, where males are just a toy for females and they are used as toys for pleasure, entertainment, and household work.
The story starts with Rasika a 16-year boy or a virgin sissy as per the Society for whom the girl's family and the girl Neha rajdan is going to visit for a marriage proposal
It's morning seven am in Delhi Rasika is awakened by her father in a baby doll nighty pink color up to his thighs and to his boobs at the top made of net his name is Mitha Mohan
Wake him up wake up Jaan today is a special day , u know Neha family will be here and you to give your best to become her wife you now Naa what will be the result u know your mom she will spank you u
like anything and your sister will kill you wake up , it was a shock to rasikaa what the hell one more exhibition of himself for a girl and her family and the humiliation which will happen he woke up
in a satin knee length nighty dark green seeing his father , he said good morning , don't worry dad today I will try my best for u I know we males have nothing for us , suddenly their was a sound the
dildo vibrator sound rashika knew it was the sound of her father vibrator her mom mohan need assistance, his father in his 5 inch heels started moving out to the living room , in modern world wife
always keep thier husband under their control like slave and vibrator is one of the weapon used to humiliate and control men by women's Mohan was sitting in the sofa in a barmuda & tshirt smoking
a cigarette, mitha reached and knee down for her orders started licking her feets like a slave , vibrator stops
Mohan: do u have any responsibility slut you know that my friend Arpan is coming with her hot & sexy slut sissy husband Moni and her respected Daughter to see your fit-for-nothing son for a
marriage proposal
Mitha yes my lord I was awake by 4 and have cleaned the whole house washrooms and kitchen i will prepare snacks and lunch for them in an hour or so and raised his head
Mohan order her to come in her lap as women love their husbands in their laps, she patted her thighs mitha was a gorgeous sissy with a figure 34 28 34 a height of 6 feet 60 kg, and white complexion,
and a 1-inch cock locked in with a cage, on the other hand, her wife Mohan was 5 feet 5 inches bulky wheatish complexion and she had a 6-inch cock flat chest hairy and very less hair
Mohan was used to playing and exploiting mitha as she thought her husband was a slave as per exception Mohan started to play with her boobs squeezing them hard and kissing his lips she asked him to
strip and mitha stood straight and started removing his clothes one by one as today men have no rights they have to fulfill their wife desires mohan was adoring her naked husband from hairs till feet
his sissy cage t to make thing worse she spanked her hips
Smack Smack Smack
There were hard 15 slaps making mitha hips go red ♥️
Mitha eyes went wet due to the pain but what can he do as he is a husband and his life depended on the wishes of her wife
Mohan spoke you know how much I love fucking Monica
, She is so sexy and today she will be in sexy attire so I want you to look like a slut to impress Arpan and her daughter I want you to wear that 4-inch top and the 4-inch golden skirt and black
stilettos
So that when you walk you can give a bounce to your boobs and hips erect Neha cock and arpans and both mother daughter can have a gang bang with my slut and son
Mohan pressed her hand on her barmuda and moved down mitha was quick and it was a daily routine for him to serve his wife
#71
Janice(Tuesday, 21 March 2023 05:24)
Orthodox family to new lifestyle.
Rohan is a son in an Orthodox family who is being married off to a girl named Sangeeta from another family in same community.
In the beginning everything is typical where family & relatives explain to Rohan to be tough and domineering. It seemed like they will turn out to be typical couple.
Something was off though, Rohan found it very difficult to remain and relevant in his job. By comparison he was weekest member in clan that bore down on his self esteem.
Sangeetha behaved like typical housewife in front of most people but in private started bullying and making Rohan feel incompetent. She wanted to control him.
Sangeetha told whole family that she is interested in studying for IAS, surprisingly everyone agreed as they thought a government job will be good for whole family, also Rohan's private job's growth
prospects were not good enough.
Also, family and other clan were quite corrupt multiple people both men and women had already tried for government job with only two lucky ones who got respect.
Rohan did not care much and he didn't think she could crack any exams.
After few months Sangeetha cracked UPSC and offer for IPS instead. Some people in clan were apprehensive initially but the prospect of black money income made them drool.
At this point Rohan was terrified but he couldn't do much.
Sangeetha spent few months in training and came back. She told family since she will get postings often Rohan should come along.
Rohan didn't have much choice and he went along with her.
In next month he found himself in deep trouble when his parents family and in laws all suggested that he take up housework as he doesn't have much to do and that will free up Sangeetha as well.
Soon he found himself training on cooking, cleaning, housekeeping etc.
What Rohan didn't anticipate how easily would turn and he would be reduced to househusband.
Soon Sangeetha started showing her true colors and dictating terms. She made clear that her career is foremost.
4 years later....
Sangeetha had done excellent job as ACP and got herself highly crucial case involving underworld mafia.
She had undergone transformation and became physically stronger and cut down her hair.
One day she was conducting interrogation where she thrashed criminals mercilessly. Then she planned fake encounter if two of them. One of them broke down and shared location where they had hidden
contraband and jeweleries.
Instead of sharing details with police she decided to pocket the loot herself. She took off alone in her bullet and indeed found the loot.
She was also please jeweleries for brides like diamond necklace, gold studs, gold bangles.
One week later while returning home she took the bag and headed straight towards boutique to pick up matching lehenga. In boutique she had already given details of specific figure last week which
left boutique lady a bit puzzled. "Nice to know police officer still interested in it" said the boutique lady. The new bridal outfit was amazing.
She used a car this time and parked a bit far away by from her home. She took the bag with clothes and jewelry and tip toed towards the home.
As, she entered carefully she took out boots to not make any noise. She heard some noise from kitchen. Clink-clink, then she moved towards kitchen and found Rohan making rotis.
As she eyed him from back lustily a mischievous idea crossed her mind.
She loved Rohan hairless and recently scrubbed back, she grabbed his hips and gave him a bite on his bare delicate back.
Startled Rohan, who had just picked up slotted spoon to stir dish, accidentally spilled dish on himself and turned around.
He saw Sangeetha angrily and shouted, look what you did my new saree is spoiled, I had bought this yesterday only. You don't even remember today is karwa chauth, I fasted for you and I don't even
care about me.
His saree pallu dropped of his shoulder and his lovely silicon boobs were looking beautiful inside frilly deep neck blouse.
Sangeetha said, don't cry baby I've got something better for you. She lifted him and swept him off his feet.
#72
Janice(Saturday, 25 March 2023 12:48)
Orthodox family to new lifestyle continued...
Sangeetha squeezed Rohan in her arms and smooched him for a while then let him go.
Rohan gave her a suspicious look, he put his red bangles filled hands on both his hips and tilted his implant round hips a bit to the right adjusting his stance. He shook his a head a little to get
his long hairs to sides of beautifully made up face. His sindoor, bindi, ear rings looked so lovely that Sangeetha's heart missed a beat.
He pouted a little and said "you're so naughty, tell me what you've got for me".
Sangeetha loved this attitude of Rohan, he's like "look at me I'm so hot".
Some officers in club used to flaunt their trophy wives, Sangeetha flaunted Rohan.
No one was sure what it was, maybe a strange mix of woke and tead politics, people accepted them more and when Sangeetha and Rohan transformed so much that they looked like traditional couple.
Rohan looked and inside the bag and was delighted to find nau lakha haar(it costs much more than it sounds). Then he saw bridal lehenga, gave a smile to Sangeetha and said with a soft feminine tone "
I know what you want but first let me break the fast, let's go to terrace." He wrapped up kitchen work and took Pooja thaali.
They went upstairs to roof top where Rohan looked at Moon through strainer and then looked at Sangeetha. He bent down to take her blessings. Sangeetha ate something and Rohan broke his fast by eating
her leftover.
They camed down stairs, aRohan served Sangeetha dinner and told her that he will change and come back.
Sangeetha enjoyed delicious dinner then saw Rohan come down in the new lehenga choli and jewellery. He turned on music to play "Salaame ishq meri jaan ara qubool kar lo". He swayed his hips
beautifully and danced exactly like Rekha Ji did.
Sangeetha was getting turned on but wanted Rohan to seduce her and entertain her as much as possible.
#73
Sneha(Sunday, 26 March 2023 09:41)
Trap
I took my Scootypeep to pick my wife kiran from the tailor shop lot of people think that i am not a masculine enough and my wife is the one who taught me driving of the Scootypeep. I just reached
tailor shop my wife said madhu 5 Minutes, i said ok dear and all the tailor shop staff came to counter and started smiling. In this village there is no couple like us lovely all the men are hard core
guys who doesn't like feminine things and they doesn't care about women's feeling. Kiran came and we went our house had a nice dinner slept for the day. next day morning madhu said dear i have urgent
meeting so please bring my clothes from tailor shop, i agreed and she left for office as usual i did my household works. Since kiran took bike i went to tailor shop by walk it's a afternoon of summer
whole streets of the villages are deserted. I reached tailor shop the shop owner greeted me and i shown a receipt which my wife gave me she with a smile told to me sit and i went inside and sat on
the chair, shop owner has sighed their staff, i could able to understand and i thought she old them bring the clothes, i didn't observed them earlier but i was shocked seeing their dressing because
daily they wear sari and keeps the pallu over a head but today all the three women wearing pants and shirts. I asked them hey what happened you are wearing men's clothes they all laughed. Shop owner
with a smile gave me my wife clothes.
Shop owner: if you wanna try here you can wear them in that room
Madhu: what are you talking why should i wear sari
Shop owner: Kiran gave your measurement for blouse and told this sari is for you
Madhu: i became tried calling kiran with angry
Shop owner: took me inside and told me to calm down and took me inside she closed the door of the shop, may be kiran did some some prank on you don't get angry she loves from the bottom of the
heart
Madhu: If she loves me why will she do like this
Shop owner: please listen to me people do this things with most ones
Madhu: i got cooled down
Shop Owner: Madhu you observed our dressing
Madhu: yeah what is there in that
Shop owner: Dear madhu we have not wore bra inside not only bra we don't have any inner wear inside our dress
Madhu: i didn't get you what you are saying
all the women laughed and shop owner kept her hand on madhu
Shop owner: madhu please listen carefully, if we wont wear inners all the men look our boobs and buttocks to satisfy them, may be for a second thought we think you are a good man you ignored
everything. But you saw masculinity in us that shows there is a women in you if you don't mind you can explore your women hood.
Madhu felt like a there is a earthquake beneath him and fall on the floor unable to digest what women said to him he took the bag of dresses and went to his house. He was in deep thinking for the
whole day, he didn't seen kiran at home until she patted him on the back. Madhu recollected his sense after kiran's pat after that kiran asked to bring tea for him, without saying anything he nodded
his head and brought tea for kiran and she is undressing herself without keeping door closed and madhu just watching her but today she is looking different because she is wearing track, t-shirt with
male inners. After changing her clothes kiran took tea and told madhu to wash the clothes she left on the floor.
Kiran called shop owner and said thanks to her with her session madhu became mentally impotent and made him to do whatever she want shop owner its ok and disconnected the call. Kiran asked about
dinner but madhu not prepared food she shouted on him and said you are good for nothing i am working so hard to earn money at least can't you prepare food for me saying like that she went to bedroom
like a man and slept on bed. Madhu prepared some food for her and took it for her, she refused to take but madhu begging her after some time she said ok and madhu started feeding him.
Madhu: Kiran why are you wearing men's clothes
Kiran: Daily i am dressing up heavily you will not comment anything on that and your tiny dick also react but today you are questioning me
Madhu became embarrassed and kept his down and said may be i am not good to be man, Kiran yes i understood that so i brought female now i will eat, take female inners, panty from that bag wear them
and come out i will wait for you. Madhu just does what she says the moment he comes from the bathroom wearing panty and blouse he feels a hand touching his navel and he feel aroused reacts like a
girl then all the 3 women from tailor shop and kiran surrounds him. Madhu keeps his hands on his breast all women laugh at him, then kiran says i told about him what say guys. Shop owner what to say
dear already we became lets make nice women and start.
Please post your comments
#74
New world(Monday, 27 March 2023 04:55)
Rasikha was watching how was her mother enjoying her father, in times it was mandatory for son's to witness the humiliation of their father so that they are mentally prepared to serve their wives,
soon mohan cock went erect and mitha went on to get lube, and applied lube in her sissy hole and went on all fours on the table batting his teeth for mohan to penetrate her mohan tuk lube applied on
her erect cock and positioned between the round hips of her sexy husband and started fucking him after 10 mins mohan left him with her sperm mitha took her panty cleaned mohan cock and kissed her
feet thanking her as it was a duty of husband mohan kicked him off and said bitch get ready and remember i want Neha's Cock inside you to close the proposal
Mitha saw rashika , his face went red ♥️ , but he can't do anything as males have no power today , he reached rashika and said son u don't worry I will put up my best and will pray Neha does not
treat you the way your mother treats me now go and get ready
Rashikha with wet eyes asked her father is this our fate and Mitha answered by lowing her eyes as he wanted no further drama or humiliation from Mohan
Mitha took bath and after that he dried her self and opened his wardrobe, selected a halter net dress with a deep clevage in Navy blue colour , he did his hair and than applied face fack , mascara
eye shadow,and some tuch ups on her hips boobs and face , he decided to go without a bra and panty , so that Mohan Remains happy , In Modern Times wife's want to expose their husbands and also make
them fuck other women's as a a sexy men is pride of a women , some women have more than 1 husbands , one to show case as a asset and other for work but for mitha he was doing both the duties , After
putting Dress he decided to go for blue pumps his dress was backless just a bit to cover the hips the feel of satin was making him horny mohan entered the room and saw mitha in the sexy avtar and
said kya maal laag Rahi Hain , Aaj to Arpan Teri lega , Mitha was used to Mohan Comments he smiled and saw mohan he was in a suit 3 peace' he reached to her and said thanks my lord , so u are going
to enjoy mouni and fuck her right , Mohan smiled and slapped Mitha ass and said yes , Mitha moved towards Rashikha room , He was standing Naked in front of the wardrobe, Mitha said so confused my
love seeing her father Rashikha wow dad you look awesome � , Mitha Thanked Rashikha and started exploring his wardrobe , he selected a micro skirt made in pink satin which was having a rope to reduce
the size from side to give him a wide exposer of his thighs and a pink top which was just a cloth with 2 hearts of 5 inches to cover the. Nipples and expose her boobs cleavage from up & down ,
and a thin wired panty , Raskhikha asked for bra to that Mohan said what's the use my son end of the day Neha will fascinate you nude let us give her more of your figure and to this both laughed and
mitha started putting make up to all his body right from feet to face making him look like a Barbie
#75
New world(Monday, 27 March 2023 04:56)
Soon Arpan car arrived
Mitha ran to gate to receive them Arpan and her family reached the entrance , Mitha went on her knees and kissed Arpan shoes and said welcome my lord I mitha husband and property of sir Mohan welcome
you and your family please enter and make your self comfortable, as this was the ritual for husabnds to welcome guests
Husband can't make a eye contact to other females they are not allowed, Mitha wanted to see his future daughter in law , but out of fear of punishment was not able to do it
Arpans said slut call your master
Mitha replied yes my lord and escorted them to living room moving ahead and in speed in her blue pumps , the sound of her pumps made Mohan understand that Arpan was here , As Mitha reached living
room and waited for the guest to be seated Arpan spanked her ass and said you are fucking hot why not u join us and have a seat on my lap , i will be more comfortable enjoying my blue whiskey
Mitha went red with the humiliation but can't do anything
Arpans put her hand on her cheek and hugged him , he started cupping his hips and kissing his bare neck , enjoying him
Soon Mohan entered the living room and said Arpan we have time my friend for this let's sit
And reached Mouni who was there in a sexy fucking avtaar , he was wearing a short dress with spaghetti her boobs were very much visible only nipple part was cover down their was a cut in the navel
exposing panty , on the front of the panty their was a intial A he was in 8 inch heels colour of the dress was purple it was till his hips barelly covering his hips , his figure 33 26 32 was barely
covered the material of dress was vey transparent and slutty , Mohan kissed naked back of mouni and mouni turned went on her knees and kissed mohan feet and said I mouni Property and asset of Arpan ,
here to serve you with all that I have , Mohan helped raise Mouni took him in arms and smooched him , Arpan also smooched Mitha Arpan and Neha took the seats Mohan also took seat on Sofa Mouni went
near Arpan , Arpan hands rest on Mouni Hips , Mitha went to Mohan and kneeled down as men can sit with or in front of their wives
Mitha took a glimpse of Neha , she was tall 6 fits , and her body was well built , she was in a blue t-shirt and denim jeans clubbed with sneakers
Mohan said to Arpan my friend i want my son to be part of your asset and I am thankful that you have arrived on the invitation, I am honoured
And asked mitha 2 bring beer for the women's , Mitha stood straight and started moving to Kitchen Mouni all started to move but Mohan said , come here let me enjoy the slut
Mouni was not new to Mohan as she has fucked him many times and Arpan loves Mouni Gangbangs
Mouni moved to Mohan and was in her lap after the approval of Arpan with a blink oth eye
#76
New world(Monday, 27 March 2023 06:33)
Mitha was there with beers in the Tray he gave the first glass to Arpan then to Neha and moved to Mohan seeing Mouni in her lap mitha was jealous and the sexy sounds which mouni was making was making
mitha go frustrated
He kept standing till Mohan Took his mug and Arpan said come Baby Mitha smiled and it's my privilege to serve you my lord please allow me bring my son , Arpan Smaked mitha hips and asked Neha what
you think about Mitha , Neha was quick to reply fucking hot � , if he is available for possession i will be glad to add him to my liability and they both laughed, Mitha was not amazed to her words as
men are know comfortable with these types of Comments
Mitha reached Rashika room , he. Was ready like a bride Mitha asked her to wear the pink heels and then they both reached kitchen mitha handed him the tray with snaks and took another tray and both
reached the living room, Rashika eyes got the attention of her father and mouni what they were doing her mother was squeezing her future father in Law boobs and he was screaming of pain , mitha
announced kind attention please, my son the show stopper for the day is here , and introduced Rashikha
Arpan smiled and said not as sexy as you my bitch , Mitha smiled and kept silent
Mohan asked rashika to greet the guest Rashikha never liked it , but can't go against her mother she went to Arpan kneeled down and said , Respected My Lord I the son of Sir Mohan and Mitha offer you
my good self to become cushion of your daughter and serve her with the best of my abilities, body , charms , hardwork , devotion, respect,and faith
Arpan said asked Neha if she agrees I am ok Rashikha went to Neha kneeled down kissed her feet and said My Majesty you are the most handsome and smart women I have ever Sean and I don't want to see
another women in my life , please accept me , I will perform all my duties with devotion,love & respect
I will entertain to all your desires till my last breath , I will never ask any questions, your order will be my command and kissed her feet again
Neha raised her eyes and asked mother don't you think is not beautiful and fuckable like her father , Arpan said sure you are right my love you can add more husbands to your collection , like shyam
and neera are your step father's
I beleive you must revise your decision and if you want to do more analysis on the slut feel free
#77
New world(Monday, 27 March 2023)
I beleive you must revise your decision and if you want to do more analysis on the slut feel free
Mohan added why not beta take Neha to your room and answer all her queries at last she will owning you
Rashika stood up and took plates and served on the table and asked Neha my Majesty this way
Arpan smiled and said enjoy
Rashikha took Neha to his room Neha took a seat and asked , you now we are very rich and respectful people of the society, so you won't be enough, i will be doing more marriage in the future do you
agree
Rashikha wanted to die with humiliation, but his father image came to his mind that if he said no , her mother will kill her father , he said my Majesty you have the sole right to marry as many men u
want and kneeled down , Neha said u no my mother loves to expose my father every where she loves when my father's serve's his body and really love the way he puts up the show in future I want to be
expert in dance and make up so that me , my friends and colleagues are able to enjoy you
Rashika kissed the floor and answered, your wish is my command my lord
Neha added you no i want to marry some one who is available 24 by 7 for fuck house work and full fill my desire without even thinking about his needs ,. More than a pet , I love domination and want
my future husband to be ready for punishment at my will
rashikha kissed the floor and said till my last breath I will honour your wish
Proove it Neha raised her voice
Rashikha started , My Lord you can spank me now
Neha asked rashika to stand straight and bent down and touch his feet with her hands and remain in the position while spanking if you fall down proposal is over and if you succeed you will be my
bitch got it
Rashikha asked can I remove these heels my lord Neha smiled and ok and get ready
Rashika maid the position closed his eyes and waited for Neha
Neha spanked him with full energy
Her first blow moved raskikha like hell but he kept on and the only reason was his father , Neha went on with 10 spanks , they were so loud that it can be heard from the living room which brought
tangles to both the men's but Arpan just said , she is very strict let me remind you
#78
New world(Monday, 27 March 2023 06:36)
After 10 spanks Neha asked do you want to say anything
Rashikha, my lord I hope you are comfortable and if not can I assist you in something
Hearing the words of Rashika Neha removed her belt and spanked Rashika with the belt making red lines below her navel to her legs
Neha again asked do you want to say anything,
Rashikha my lord you can rest for a while I am here in the same position till my last breath , Neha finally kicked rashika with full energy Rashika eyes were full of water they went red in pain and
still smiling to prove her ability to Neha remained in the position
Neha was amazed on his devotion asked rashika to relax and come near her , Neha hugged rashika smooched him and her hands started taking his body measurements
Neha touched her boobs and asked what are they , leaving his pain behind he answered they are boobs for your pleasure you can squeeze them pinch them bite them and suck all yours my lord
Now Neha cock became erect she asked him to strip , Rashikha gained some courage and breath and asked if you commit me to marriage I will strip as I want my wife to see me naked not any one else for
the first time
Neha became happy she took his hand and reached the living room, where both the men's were entertaining the women's seeing Neha holding hand of Rashikha Mouni and Mitha both stood up , both the women
also stood up , red marks on her legs thighs , tears in eyes situation of Rashikha was very pain full to watch , goose bumps went down the spine of mitha seeing the fate of his son , anger was
building inside mitha but he was controlling himself to listen the verdict
Neha announced I am ready to own Rashika as my husband and mother your decision will be final , Arpan looked to Mohan and announced deal my friend
Mitha rushed to his son grabbed him in arms patted his head and just congratulations
Neha grabbed Mitha by navel kissed her and said congratulations
And every one was happy accept rashika as the pain he was going through
Mohan asked Neha thanks � for owning this fit for nothing peace'of flash just like his father
Every one settled back Mitha in the Lap of Arpan and Mouni in the Lap of Mohan , Neha took rashika to his room and smooched him and ordered to strip , Rashika said my lord know you are the owner of
this body you have all the rights and started removing Neha jacket
Neha forcefully took him in her arms and with one snatch maid him too less slide his panties and fingered his boy pussy
Neha started making love to him , she started bitting him making him mad and then rashika kneeled opened her belt and then unhooked her pant
In the living room Mohan was fucking mouni and Arpan was Fucking mitha and in Rashika room Neha was enjoying her husband
In Modern Times when a girl mother announced deal that means marriage is done , males can't oppose and if they there is a provision of punishment
#79
New world(Monday, 27 March 2023 06:37)
Rashika removed jeans of her wife and t-shirt and her underwear now her cock 8 inch was erect he took it in his mouth and started sucking lik anything thing after 5 mins of sucking Neha grabbed
rashika by hair and threw him on the bed
Rashikha forget all his pain and was waiting for Neha to make her move lying naked
Neha took her phone and started taking snaps to share with her friends that what she has got after 10 mins Mitha entered the room as gate was open and saw her son naked serving his wife
Mitha was nude and their was cum on his boobs and ass
Mitha saw Neha and asked my lord can I help with you something,
Neha said yes slut i want your fucking ass i wana fuck u and you son both go clean yourself and come fast till I make your son a man
Mitha kneeled down kissed her feet and said yes my lord but Neha had other plans for the poor mitha she grabbed him by his head and planted her erect cock on his lips , mitha understood his faith
opened her mouth welcomed the cock of her daughter in law and sucked it for next 5 mins Arpan also entered the room and was amazed seeing mitha sucking her daughter and her husband naked lying in the
bed and enjoyed
Arpan said to rasikaa, u know i have tasted your father today and tomorrow I will fuck your brain out be ready and moved backed to the living room
Neha left mitha and took one leg of rashika and pulled him to herself she asked mitha for lube mitha had bought it she put lube on boy pussy and started fingering her rashika was moaning like hell as
it was the first time for him after 5 mins Neha positioned her cock by making rashika lie on bed and lifting both her legs , Neha penetrated rashika and rashika shouted like any thing Neha went on
and on rashika started enjoying but all his pain has accumulated and know he can't take any more and fainted , but Neha kept on fucking him poor boy , stream of blood was coming out Neha ejaculated
in his pussy and layed down on bed
Mitha can wearing a mini lace baby doll he took his son in his lap saw blood marks and red marks on his body and blood and cum oozing out his pussy took him to bathroom cleaned him , rashika came to
his senses and selt her father and said hope i was good , mitha cried and said you were outstanding my son , and gaved him a bath and then apllied ointment and gaved him food to eat and asked him for
rest as in the evening he has to again serve his wife
#80
PriyaSri(Thursday, 30 March 2023 19:59)
De-maled: A Short story
I held down my red cotton saree against the soft breeze as I strode towards the station. I didn’t want anyone giving away my true reality. I had pulled my panties up as tightly as possible into my
crotch in an attempt to flatten the chastity bulge threatening to peek under my saree, which was impossible, under my saree, petticoats, and panties, it was impossible to see my chastity bulge. But I
was unjustifiably afraid a tiny gust of wind or a moment of excitement would be all it would take to expose the facts: I was a man forced to look like a woman.
The late afternoon sun threw long shadows across the Delhi pavement. My long and full-bodied black hair braided with garland bounced lazily against my back. It felt reassuring and sexy.
I was looking impressive with 24 inch waist, and subtle jewelry. I had a pair of dangling earrings, 12 bangles in each hand, payal, a small mangalsootra, and mangtika. My face was made up perfectly
with lipstick, kajal, mascara, eyeliner, and sindoor in my maang.
It was my first day back at work as a hostess in the hotel owned by Mistress Fatima. My first day back after my operation. The weight of my new boobs wanted to drag my whole body forward and down.
They bounced about like two water-filled balloons as my low-cut bra and blouse provided little support but a lot of exposure. My deep mountainous cleavage protruded so far it remained in my vision
causing a permanent tingle in my penis. Lecherous stares from men accompanied each step of my journey, each bounce of my enormous breasts. Their eyes burnt into my two mountains. The piercing glares
from women bounced off me like pellets on armour plating. They were jealous.
I was elated at the male admiration and adoration of my looks and embarrassed at the female contempt and disapproval. Excitement bubbled in my stomach at my new exaggerated feminine appearance. I was
attracted to my appearance. Yet, humiliation ate into my every thought at the same time. I didn’t know what to think. I had become my own female fantasy but I was overjoyed. I hated that enjoyment.
It was like a tornado swirling through my mind. How can something be so liberating and so terrible at the same time?
I had succumbed to my wife Bharti's insistence that I have the breast implants. I was always going to lose that debate, she had just wanted me to accept the inevitable. It was unlike her to attempt
to pretend to persuade me, I had little say in how I looked these days. Now that I looked like a girl she had softened her attitude towards me. She treated me more kindly and I wanted more of her
kindness. Perhaps I should say that whilst I did indeed look like a girl, it was a very provocative looking girl. Some might say I looked like a Item girl.
I had seen her point about the breasts, her argument was clear and it was logical. Starting with the fact that my feminisation was not negotiable, having real breasts would help me. She had explained
it was an act of kindness on her part. Bharti had pointed out that women’s breasts would help me to blend in. They would remove some of the humiliation I was feeling, the breast forms not really
looking the part. The remaining areas of my former masculinity, wide shoulders and facial structure, would be less obvious if I had breasts. I saw her argument. It had made sense. I wanted to be able
to return to being a man but since that was not permitted, something that would help me to blend in as a female was an act of kindness. Wasn’t it? Besides the private doctor doing the operation had
been very clear. I had had to request and sign that I wanted to look like a woman and to have the new breasts. Which I did.
I had made a big mistake though. We hadn't discussed breast size. She had said that my new breasts would be appropriate for me and I had assumed that appropriate would mean discreet. It didn’t. In
Bharti's mind appropriate meant breasts that matched the look she had in mind for me. With my enormous shock of black hair, red saree, jewelry, make-up and towering heels, she believed I needed 42D
breasts. This was what I now had.
#81
PriyaSri(Friday, 31 March 2023 16:36)
A dominant woman:
It’s a woman’s role to feminise and humiliate men. This was the rule according to Aarty Sharmah.
A man entering Aarty's world had to live with her philosophy of female superiority. Aarty never failed in her objective to subjugate a man once she identified her target. Men were better as
submissive girls in her eyes.
That day, Aarty was relaxing in her home. She gazed out from a black leather armchair that seemed to surround her like a womb. Her vast contemporary penthouse apartment was in the Colaba, the
smartest district in Mumbai.
The room was a large area of tiled floor and sparse glossy furniture in brilliant white. It was pristine and ordered as Aarty expected it to be. The sound violins swept through the room like a
swirling classical roller-coaster from discretely hidden speakers.
Her black laptop lay open on the dining room table. The light from its logo cast a dull glow on the table’s top. She had finished working through the document that lay open on the screen. The
furniture was top of the range. She had earned the right to have the best, she was the best in her field. Aarty had a steely determination to succeed in everything. Including the domination of
men.
“Does Mistress Sharmah need anything?” Her housemaid's voice fought against the volume of the violins filling each corner of the room.
Aarty looked up from her smartphone. She had been reading an email. The phone's screen lit up her square ebony face. She shook her head from side to side, her thick red lips pursed. Long wavy black
hair flicked across the ops of her bare muscular shoulders. There was no smile with the negative response.
Her stony face hid the satisfaction at her maid using her surname with her title: Mistress. Respect, that’s what she demanded from her maids, it wasn't much to ask for. Their total obedience.
She peered at her maid imperiously. The maid's black hair was full-bodied and rested on wide shoulders. Despite this, the maid had a long thin slender body. Silver drop earrings caught the
light through the maid's hair.
Aarty's eyes glared like searchlights as her maid's eyes lowered to the floor. The maid knew not to seek direct eye contact with the Mistress. Aarty’s mouth twitched into the beginnings of a smile of
satisfaction. She loved to see her housemaids dressed in saree. Their smooth hairless light-skinned bangled arms and bodies looked out of place with their oversized breasts.
A set of necklaces hid the maids long slender neck. There was a frill on each side of the shoulder of the blouse. Aarty’s eyes fell down the maid’s body towards the long legs in. The maid’s
black leather shoes had high heels. The thin stiletto heels and payals gave an undeserved elegance to the maid's slender legs.
The maid hadn’t always been willowy, it had taken Aarty’s strict training program to make it so.
The maid waited to be dismissed, eyes swiveling one way and the other and showing discomfort. The maid had worn this dress style ever since starting to work for Aarty over eighteen months ago. It was
not negotiable. The maid could do nothing but endure the humiliation because the consequences of not doing so were worse.
Aarty waved the maid away with disdain. She returned to her work on her smartphone.
#82
PriyaSri(Friday, 31 March 2023 16:37)
A dominant woman:
Relief passed across the maid’s face. After a deep curtsey, there was a drop of the head with eyes fixed on the floor. Aarty did not acknowledge the submissive gesture but she saw it from the edge of
her vision. She was satisfied. Aarty missed nothing.
“Wait,” ordered Aarty. She stood, a hand on the remote control winding the music volume down low. She put her face two inches from her housemaid’s face. Aarty smelled the harsh cheap perfume over the
top of her own expensive brand.
The large pores on the housemaid’s face were not fully hidden by a layer of light foundation. The maid blinked smoky dark-grey eyelids and long false eyelashes.
Aarty put a finger to her maid’s face and ran it along a strong jawline. “I can feel stubble, Parul.” Aarty’s face darkened. “How many times do I have to tell you I want your face smooth. You are a
girl and girl’s have a smooth face.”
Aarty never raised her voice, her assured authoritative manner made that unnecessary. She stared with disgust at the maid. He lowered his head and screwed his eyes.
The maid cringed, his eyes fixed on an imaginary spot on the wall waiting for the inevitable punishment. He didn’t know how to respond, he had been sure he had shaved smoothly. He had used a
five-blade wet razor razor in the morning and again in the afternoon. He must have missed a bit; careless. Mistress Aarty missed nothing.
“I cannot trust you, girl. This means electrolysis. I will have your facial hair removed permanently. Parul, you are a useless sissy.” Her tone dripped with anger and menace. “Anyway, electrolysis is
better for the best in the long run.” Aarty sighed loudly at the inconvenience of having to arrange this.
“I'm sorry, Mistress, I thought.”
She cut him off with a long elegant hand against his lips, leaving his protestation hanging in the air.
“I have no wish to listen to your sniveling excuses, sissy.” She slapped him around his face, a loud spank echoed in the room. He put a hand to his reddened cheek, his eyes wide with anguish. His
long pink nails pressed against an inflamed cheek.
“Stand in the corner, stupid. Then place your hands on your head.” Aarty flicked her fingers together twice to snap him into action.
#83
PriyaSri(Friday, 31 March 2023 16:38)
A dominant woman:
He waddled to the corner with tiny steps, his chastity cage and bare loose balls swung as he walked. A grin swept over Aarty’s face at the sight of his desperation to follow her orders. She loved
seeing his difficulty in walking in stiletto heels.
“Chanda,” Aarty called out. A second maid tottered from the kitchen area dressed identically to Parul and with the same hairstyle.
He curtsied, asking how he could serve.
“Get me the large wooden spoon,” said Aarty.
He curtsied but his eyes showed apprehension as they swept across to see his colleague Parul in the corner. He disappeared back into the kitchen. Parul was standing, looking worried. He faced a
corner of the apartment, his knees touched.
A luminous pink rubber flange showed against his cheeks. A butt plug. The plug was five inches long but she would soon be switching it for one of six inches. Aarty insisted her sissies were
plugged.
Chanda returned from the kitchen with a twelve-inch long wooden spoon. He glanced at Parul again before handing the spoon to his mistress. Aarty grabbed the spoon, her blue eyes sparkled with
restrained anger.
Aarty strode to Parul with the spoon held high. “Bend.”
He turned to one side and bent over.
She crashed the spoon down on his bottom cheeks with a whack. Parul jumped with the impact. It left a spoon-shaped red welt on his bottom cheek. She followed up nine further times, each time Parul’s
body jerked with the stinging pain.
Once finished, she pulled him up by his hair. She spun him around to face her. They were eye to eye. She lifted the front of his saree with her dark slender hand exposing the pink plastic
chastity cage. A small golden padlock glinted.
Aarty lifted his caged penis to expose his hairless balls. She brought the wooden spoon down on them with a loud slap. He stifled a scream and tears came into his eyes. Mascara ran down the cheeks of
his face in thin lines.
“Turn back into the corner and stay there until I tell you to leave,” she said. She breathed out hard with impatience. She mumbled to herself about having to be forever managing and controlling her
girls. “What do you have to say to me, sissy?”
“Thank you for your punishment, Mistress. I deserved it.” His head was bowed, panties crumpled around his slim ankles.
Aarty went to a black leather sofa and sat. Her leather trouser outfit matched the sofa. She picked up her phone again. The sharp white light reflected off her deep eyes, the eyes that ensnared
everyone. She looked at the time on the phone screen. It was after 9 pm, time for dinner.
She got up and walked to the dining area. She sat at a long smoked-glass table with x-shaped wooden legs. Outside, the lights from the city’s buildings twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling picture
window.
She clicked her fingers. “Chanda, bring me my dinner and a glass of wine. I will have the Château de Beaune, 2012.” She glared at him. “And make sure it is at exactly 16 degrees C.”
A voice came from the kitchen among the clanging noises. “Yes, Mistress Sharmah, right away.”
“Males are such bores when allowed to think or have opinions,” she said out loud. “A feminised sissy man is the only way they understand. I am right am I not, Parul?”
Parul shook in the corner. “Yes, Mistress Sharmah.”
The swish of Chanda’s petticoat, the sweet jingling of bangles, and payals told Aarty her dinner was arriving. He served her a salad dish and a plate of mixed seafood. He set down a wine glass and
poured the red wine halfway up as she liked it.
He stood back and curtsied. “Enjoy your meal, Mistress Sharmah.”
She grunted. All men were weak, without exception. She held many women in contempt too. Not for their weaknesses like men because women were strong. No, she believed many women never understood or
used their genetic superiority and never used it.
Aarty ruffled feathers but it was accepted by those around her due to her success. She had few friends but many admirers.
Heads turned everywhere Aarty went. Not only for her regal beauty, but her regal demeanour. She looked like a queen and she acted like one. She was the queen ruling in the court of feeble males.
#84
From India with Love -1(Monday, 03 April 2023 13:18)
Kabir is the best of the best.
Any Mission. Any deadline. Any job.
He's the man.
If he gets a mission, it's a matter of international threats that need to be neutralized; if not the jeopardy it leads to would be catastrophic.
And he was just called for a briefing by the secretary of the super secret international intelligence and covert operations team he works for.
Kabir was born an Indian. For most part of it lived as one as well. But for some reason did not truly look like one. He had more of an middle eastern or Mediterranean look. This helped him a lot on
most of his missions. He wouldn't the best looking man award, but was well kept and handsome. His beard was shortly trimmed whereas his hair was styled in a pompadour. His musculature was quit
evident and betrayed the amount of work he has put into perfecting and buliding his body.
Kabir saluted the worn out general of European descent whom he was to report to. It was quiet alarming that it was only him, the secretary and Dr. Ravenna Sinclair. This already alerted him, of
something very important is to be discussed.
Secretary: Hi Kabir. We have a situation and we need your expertise on it.
Kabir: Sure sir. (As he stood At Ease)
Secretary: for quite some time we are interested in an international crime boss.
He is called the ghost. Just as the name suggests we don't who he is, who he was or what he is. But he is a man who keeps vanishing and appearing on our radar now and then. His records go upto 40
years back, which roughly puts him at the age of 60, maybe.
Kabir: Ghost? Is it his codename. I am aware it is only reserved for people who only do it justice.
Secretary: it is and it does. This is a man who runs the dark web, not figuratively but all the illegal stuff somehow links back to him. His empire is not just regular crime but more so digital
crime. He has no paper or digital trail. It is almost as if He doesn't appear in the real world, and the only references we have of him are from word of mouth. We do have one lead but that leads to
nowhere. But we need to find him and we need to capture him. The reason being at the present we strongly believe almost 90% of all organized crime in developing countries like Sri Lanka, India and
even Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia are linked to him.
Kabir: Are we sure it is a person.
Secretary: yes and that leads to the only clue we have got so far and what made us to decide it is worth going after him. A location he frequently visits in Thailand and what he specifically does
there. He frequents a brothel for ladyboys.
#85
ChatGPT Story writing(Saturday, 08 April 2023 01:37)
Rajesh was a young man who loved to explore the world around him. He had always been interested in fashion and style, but his conservative Indian family had never encouraged these interests. His
parents wanted him to become a doctor or an engineer, like so many other young people in India.
But Rajesh had other ideas. He had always been fascinated by the beauty and glamour of Indian women's clothing, with their intricate embroidery, flowing fabrics, and dazzling colors. He longed to
wear these clothes himself and experience the feeling of femininity that they evoked.
One day, Rajesh decided to take a bold step. He gathered up all his courage and went to a local tailor, asking if they could make him a traditional Indian sari and blouse. The tailor was surprised,
but intrigued by the request. He agreed to make the clothes for Rajesh, on the condition that he keep their arrangement a secret.
Rajesh was thrilled as he watched the tailor work on his sari and blouse. He couldn't wait to try them on and feel the soft fabrics against his skin. When the clothes were finished, he slipped them
on and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe how beautiful he looked.
But Rajesh knew he couldn't wear these clothes out in public. His family and friends would never understand, and he would be ridiculed and shamed. So he kept his secret to himself, wearing his sari
and blouse only when he was alone at home.
One day, Rajesh heard about a local beauty contest that was open to both men and women. He hesitated at first, but then he realized that this could be his chance to finally show off his true self. He
spent weeks preparing for the contest, practicing his walk, perfecting his makeup, and getting his hair done.
On the day of the contest, Rajesh arrived at the venue wearing his sari and blouse. He was nervous, but also excited to finally show the world who he really was. As he walked onto the stage, he felt
the eyes of the audience on him. Some people looked shocked or confused, but others were cheering and clapping.
Rajesh gave it his all, performing a Bollywood dance routine and answering questions from the judges with confidence and grace. When the results were announced, he couldn't believe his ears - he had
won the contest!
As Rajesh walked off the stage, tears streaming down his face, he knew that he had taken a huge step towards accepting himself and being true to who he was. He knew that there would be challenges and
obstacles ahead, but he also knew that he had the courage and determination to face them. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly free.
#86
another ChatGTP story(Saturday, 08 April 2023 01:39)
Raj was a successful businessman in Mumbai. He had a reputation for being ruthless in his business dealings and was feared by many of his employees. But Raj had a secret - he loved to crossdress and
imagine himself as a beautiful woman.
One day, Raj's wife, Anjali, stumbled upon his hidden stash of women's clothing. At first, she was shocked and angry, but then she realized that Raj's crossdressing was not hurting anyone and might
actually be a way for him to express himself in a safe and private way.
Anjali decided to support Raj's desires and even helped him pick out new clothes and makeup. She loved seeing him transform into a beautiful woman and even began referring to him as "Rajni" when he
was in his feminine persona.
As time went on, Raj became more and more comfortable with his crossdressing and began to wear women's clothing around the house even when he was alone. But Anjali noticed that he still seemed
hesitant to go out in public dressed as a woman.
One day, she suggested that Rajni accompany her to a ladies' night out with her friends. Raj was nervous, but he agreed to go, dressing up in his most beautiful sari and jewelry. As they arrived at
the club, Rajni could feel the stares of other people, but also the excitement and thrill of being out in public as a woman.
Anjali's friends were surprised but accepting of Rajni, complimenting her on her beautiful clothes and makeup. They even invited Rajni to join them in a Bollywood dance routine, which she eagerly
accepted. As the night went on, Rajni became more and more confident and comfortable in her feminine identity, feeling more alive than she had ever felt before.
From that night on, Rajni began going out more and more often, dressed in her beautiful saris and makeup. She even started her own YouTube channel, sharing her transformation videos and makeup
tutorials with other crossdressers in India.
While it was a difficult journey for Rajni to come out of the closet as a crossdresser, with Anjali's support, she found the confidence to be her true self and embrace her femininity.
#87
Nidhi(Saturday, 08 April 2023 02:09)
My self Chetan I belong from a small village of UP near Noida I'm only son to my mother she lives in village my father died when I was 13 year old, after my dad's death I became everything to my mom
she fullfilled all my wishes we don't face any financial problems because my father have government job same property in village so my mom got father's job property mom managed everything
really well and raised me will all Secrament. So after completing my 12 I have moved to Delhi for graduation in private btech college But due to job mom can't move with me here she has to live in
village.
I take PG room in outer side of Delhi and my landlord are a very cute open minded morden young couple I called them Anuj bhaiya and apoorva bhabhi they look too good with each other and complete each
other in all terms. Bhaiya 5.8 tall and fare Bhabhi was beauty of heaven, too fair, average body with flesh at right places, ample bust and hips. Always wore Sarees and Salwar Kameez whether at home
or out Both are from gujrat but bhaiya and bhabhi did love marriage against their family so both shifted here and have no connection with their family members now. Their house was not that big but
it's 2BHK both bedrooms have attached washroom and a big hall. Bhaiya have job in Indian railways and due to work he goes out of city for weeks some times, That's by they give me one room in their
houses so I can give some company to bhabhi and also provide some security while bhaiya was out for work.
So with in 1 2 month I and Bhabhi had become quite acquainted with each other & I got very Frank with bhabhi and discuss everything with her like my collage crush and my crush on teacher she also
share some of her story with me like her first nightout with bhaiya and how first time she got drunk and kissed her roommate did crazy thing's we were enjoying each other's company very much.
So one morning bhaiya was out for duty and their was some problem in bhabhi washroom & she needs to bath so she ask me to use my washroom so I said its your house you can use how long times you
want and I got out from my room to hall when bhabhi come after bath then I goes to bath, after bathing when I search for my underwear I could not find it in washroom so I asked bhabhi about it so she
said that by mistake she dropped my underwear from hanger it it's got wet so she put it in washing machine and said me to use some extra underwear so I said bhabhi I don't have any extra underwear if
you told me that earlier I can't take bath today but now how can I go to college without underwear she said she looks for bhaiya's extra underwear after some time she come with panty in her hand and
said can I manage with her underwear for one day because she couldn't find any underwear of bhaiya so I take that underwear from her and wear it it was first time I wear any female cloth in my life
after getting ready for college when bhabhi see me she gives me a noughty smile. After that everything went normal that day at evening bhabhi try to tease me but I said it just a cloth and I don't
get same even I wear whole girls dress for a day next day I get up very late so I don't have time to bath so I got ready without bathing and went to college after returning in evening bhabhi again
started to tease me she said If I like her underwear so much she can give me an extra so do not need to wear only one underwear daily I understand her meaning and said I will return it tomorrow She
used to tease me by calling me sweety, dolly etc.
#88
Nidhi(Saturday, 08 April 2023 02:10)
Part 2
Next day after bathing when I give her underwear return to bhabhi she said I can keep it cause she don't use that underwear after some other man have weared it
I laughed & asked other man means if you use it if Bhaiya wear it she said definitely
So take her underwear said if you don't want it back I can keep it anyway I also need an extra underwear for emergencies
So that how I started wearing bhabhis underwear more often and when I wear I told her that today I wear your panty cause I like it when she tease me
After two month everything went normal and some teez festival has come every year bhabhi celebrate this festival with one of her friend who lives in our neighbor but this year she is not here and
bhabhi is so sad how can she celebrate teez all alone
it's a big festival for married women in India on teez women's get's ready like bride and do Puja(worship) all night all wife's prayed for safety of her husband and children from God so when I ask
her about her sadness she said she don't have anyone to celebrate teez this year even bhaiya is also out for his duty I said don't worry I will celebrate teez with you bhabhi laughed at me and said
its not boys festival then after thinking some time bhabhi said to me Chetan if I ask you something will you give me i said obviously I will do anything for you then she dropped the bomb of her wish.
She wanted me to be and dressed like a girl for teez she said please celebrate teez with me as a girl I got shocked and said bhabhi how can I become girl she said you just dress up as a girl and we
celebrate it I just about to said no to it but bhabhi said ones you said you don't get shame being dress as girl so for bhabhi happiness I said yes.
#89
Nidhi(Saturday, 08 April 2023 02:11)
Part 3
So teez was at Saturday so I take leave from college and on Saturday morning bhabhi woke me up early and give me some lotion said me to get bath after bathing bhabhi give me a new pair of underwear
to wear I wear panty myself & bhabhi help me with bra I was pretty embarrassed but had to comply as I already said yes to this bra was too tight to get on and besides the smoothness of the fabric
was sending tingling sensations in my body. I somehow managed to get in to the underwear and appeared before her. Then bhabhi made me wear one of her lehenga and choli. I feel a kind of liked the
sensation on my skin and was embarrassed for the fact. She looked happier as my face got red with shame. Then she fixed a wig on my head and then she did complete facial makeup while applying red
lipstick on my soft lips she suddenly give me a big smooch on my lips first I'm totally shocked with her behaviour and I said bhabhi how can you kiss other man instead of your husband then she
laughed and said now you are not a other man you are other women and I can kiss other women I got shy. she said she just gets turned on after seeing me in this getup so I said I want more she said
for that first you should learn to be a girl as much as possible then you got all pleasures that girls get. and then she filled my hands with bangles and bracelets. Tied a pair of anklets to my feet
with ghunghroos and jingling rings in little fingers of me feet. With nail polish and little brush up, and at last she arrange chunni on my shoulder and my transformation was complete.
Then bhabhi left me there and went to get ready herself when I saw myself in the mirror for first time after getting fully dressed I got shocked because i was looking like a hot teenager dressed in
lehenga that time I will fall in love with my own female self After sometime bhabhi return getting ready she looks like a bride She adored her work and my beauty as a girl and started taking pictures
with her camera making me pose in different ways.
After that we goes to Pooja room but before starting Pooja bhabhi cover her head with dupatta so I also did the same bhabhi smiled at me and help me with my dupatta then we start Pooja and prayed all
day and night and have so much fun like singing many bhajans and dancing on them after completing Pooja bhabhi hold one corner or her pallu in her hand and touched feet of God & took blessings
from God then I also did same took blessings from God while holding corner of my pallu in hand after that I turn towards bhabhi and took blessings from her and touched her feet
bhabhi smiled at me & give me blessings then said you don't need to hold pallu like that it's only for married women. next day I slept in same dress cause I got tired over night at evening bhabhi
woke up me and said wake up princess how long you going to sleep?
I got confused & then remember I wear lehenga now so she called me princess I said in female voice that I'm not princess then bhabhi said write we have to choose a good name for you only your bf
or husband have right to call you princess and then she said from now I will call you chetna for your feminine avatar & I blushed at her in acceptance.
#90
Mahi(Saturday, 08 April 2023 10:22)
Part - 1
Sumanth started to remember the freshers day party. He has enjoyed a lot. He was starring at the girls, who came in half sarees. He saw his seniors bikes and thought, by the end of his engineering ,
he have a buy a good bike.
After 4 year's, here he is in the farewell party. He is in a silk saree. His mom and sister helped him to get ready. His long braided hair crossed his butt. His actual hair is till his hips. His mom
added hair extensions and braided it.
He couldn't ask his dad for a bike. Since they recently spent a lot of money to buy golden bangles, a necklace, two pairs of earrings for him. His mom Rekha even bought him a nose stub even though
his nose not pierced yet.
He can feel most of the boys are starring at him. So Sumanth was careful about his saree, making sure he is not Exposing anything.
He starred at his principal angrily. It's because of her he thought.
#91
Sanjana(Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:50)
y name is sanjay, iam from telangana state.
I have 26 years age, iam slim with fair face. However, I have thin hair.
Because of my hair being thin, non of the hair style suits me and i look ugly. My family members have been searching matches for me and iam also trying to love some one but no girl is ready to accept
me. I know my hair style does not suit me and iam looking ugly because of thin hair. I went different type of saloons and tried different hairstyles but all my efforts are in vain. Once I went one
saloon asked Barbara to set one hairstyle that is suitable to me but he said ur hair is so thin and silky so no hair style is 100% set for u, so I asked him then how. He said adjust like this only. I
told barber that no girls are accepting me because of my hair, he think twice and gave one advise that keep hair long. as my hair is too silky and thin and iam fair, long hair suits me.
#92
Sanjana(Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:51)
2:
I think twice and spent two three days thinking whether I should keep my hair long.because, I know if I have long hair, people tease me and face problem with family amd we are looking matches also.
Iam dull thinking about it. One day my sister asked me why iam dull for few days. I told my sister that I tried different type of hair styles but because of my hair being thin, no hair style is
perfect. She said so what. I told my sister that because of hair, iam looking ugly and when I asked one barber he advised me that I should keep my hair long and that is the only option for this type
of hair. My sister think a twice and said thag u can try middle lenth long hair first and see whether it is correct and she also said that she would convince my mother. Finally my mother is also
accepted with little sad face. I did not cut my hair for few months and my sister helped me for keeping thag hair neat and straight. Gradually, my hair grown upto my shoulder after few months.
Compare with short hair,now iam looking good because my hair covering all my head and iam not looking like blad head person. I just kept my hair open and combed all my hair back side. Even though I
combed my hair back it comes front and and cover my ears. After few months it grown little more. Now my face looking good. While I was driving, my hair coming front and back and annoying me. I faced
difficulty driving bike with that hair but I did not tell it to any one. One day while iam going some where, my hair came front and covered my eyes and while I was correcting it I was about to skid
and do accident. Somehow, I escaped.
#93
Sanjana(Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:53)
3.
After going home, I told what happened. She said as ur hair came upto ur shoulder and ur keeping it loose ur getting problem. Then I asked what should I do. She said u can cut it short but ur looking
good now. If u cut short,u look same like before. I said what should I do then. She said keep ur hair back and use rubber band. I said I don't want to tie my hair with band. She suggested if I tie my
hair with band it won't disturb me and not fall down hair as well. Also,she said pony taily makes my face more beautiful because it is upto ur shoulder and I look like rock star. I was attracted
towards her words and accepted. My sister went inside and brought one rubber band which is black color and she made pony tail my hair. I look my self and iam looking good in that pony tail and it is
giving me relief. I tied my hair only while driving bike and keeping my hair loose rest of the time. While I was driving bike, few girls started watching me and I saw smile on their faces. I know it
is because of my hair. One day, after reaching home I missed to remove band and my mother saw it. She said ur good now like this then I recognized that I did not remove pony tail. So from onwards I
am using pony tail always. One day after bath, my sister asked me that she comb my hair and she said ur hair need to be cleaned. She said ur hair need some extra work and she went inside and brought
hair straight mission. I asked her why it is necessary now. She said ur hirl is not stright so I will make it stright and u look good. While making she unfortunately curved my hair in the end she
recognised it after completing all but she afraid and did not say that with me. She added band but because of my hair became curve in the end that ponytail does not suit me and when I saw my self in
the mirror, I look different. I asked my sister why this ponytail not looking good and why hair is curly in the back. She said she unfortunately rolled mission. She suggested that she would try
another type of pony tail and it suits me good. I do nothing so I asked her to make it. She re combed my hair and cought all my hair and pulled upside to make it high pony tail. She did not find the
hairband that was removed so she went inside and brought one more band but it had few stones and color is also not black. She maid my hair high pony tail and added that small stone band which I did
not recognise. My mother came and saw me in high ponytail and said that ur looking beautiful in this hairstyle and ur hair is looking curly backside and it is good. I felt happy and tried to see my
face in mirror. I felt angry seeing my hair little bit up but i looks beautiful like in it so I did not remove it. However, I did not recognise my hairband.
#94
Sanjana(Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:56)
4
My mother said that their was one girl for match so we have to meet her. I went to meet her in the same hair style and met her outside. As soon as she saw me, she gave small smile. She looks
beautiful and she was attracted by me because of my hair which really looks good. She talked with me for some time and asked few questions about my study and work and I also asked few questions her.
Her height and my height are same and unfortunately she also have hair till her shoulder and she simply made it ponytail. She praised my hair and she complemented that my hair is silky and that pony
tail suited me very well. She also advised one thing that I would look good in this hairstyle without beard and moustache and she suggested me to remove it if possible. I felt angry in the beginning
but she was a fashion designer so I understood that she knows very well about it so I told her that I would try. She smiled and we came out from coffee shop paying bill. She went her home and I came
back my home. My sister asked me how she was I said she is beautiful and she advised me one thing but I don't know whether it is good idia.i told my sister what that girl advised and my sister said
yes she is correct. Next day while I was going for bath I remembered it and tried to remove beard first, removed mustache and did head bath while removing I recommend that hair band has few stones
but I did not think much about it. While I was coming back from my bath, my mother saw me and dried my hair with wet towel and she said after head bath we should always wear kumkum(sindhur) and kept
it. My mother said ur looking beautiful without mustache and this hair. I said nothing.
My sister saw me without beard,mustache and has kumkum so she said iam looking perfect now. I gave one smile and wore jeans and T-shirt and asked my sister to comb my hair. She combed my hair and
made same high ponytail and added another band now which is pink color. While iam moving my face that hair swinging and back side it is curly too. After some time same girl called me and she said iam
okay for her to get married but she wants it to be after few days gap not now. I said okay. She asked me to meet today at somewhere and I said okay and gave her address. I told my sister and mother
that news and they felt happy. I had breakfast and went out to meet that girl whom iam considering as my girlfriend nowonwards but I missed to remove kumkum from head. She saw me in that cleaned
shave look but she did not recognise me in the first. Later she recognised and gave me smile. She said now ur looking like this. As she met me first time after accepting, I want to give her gift so I
took her to the watch shop and bought one watch for her. She felt happy and she also wanted to give me one gift but she wants it to be different so she thought a while and took me to the one fashion
items selling shop. I told her why here now. She said she wanted to give me different and good gift so she asked sales Lady to show me long type earrings and selected one little long earrings which
are beautiful I told her those are not good but I did not tell more times as it is shop.after coming out from shop, I asked her what is the use with them giving to me. She said that she was a fashion
designer so she knows which is good and which is not good. She said ur hair style is so beautiful and it is long also.however, u would look like rockstar more handsome if u wear earrings with this
hair style, I don't like hearing those words but I did not tell anything and I said I don't have ear holes so not useful now. She took me to the jewellery shop and asked him to Pierce my both ears
but I stopped her and friend to come out. She said that I would look good and friend to convince me so I accepted it finally as I don't want to hurt her in first meeting. Shop keeper pierced my both
ears and insted of keeping them empty she added those earrings bought for me. Finally, I saw my self in mirror, my face look different. Earrings are not short but not too girly also and it suited me
very well. While I was thinking how I look, my gf said ur looking so beautiful and like rockstar now but actually iam looking little bit like girly. My girl friend knows it but did not tell it to me.
I tried to removed atleast that kumkum but she stopped me.
After spring some time with her we waived bye and went my home. While going inside, I removed my earrings and went inside
#95
Sanjana(Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:57)
5.
My sister and mother recognised my ear hols and asked me why I pierced my ears I just told them that the same barber advised me to wear earring to look like rockstar but I forgot to tell shop person
to Pierce only one ear so he did it for two ears. My sister felt happy. After few days I met my gf outside and she asked me to go for long drive. I tld her that I did not bring any cloths, she said
it is only 40 kilometres where her farmhouse was there and we would come back by night. I said okay and stated going there in one bike, while we are going, my hair swinging and touching my gf. She
felt happy but in the middle there was raining heavily and we drenched almost. She said her formhouse is just 3 kilometres and there must me some cloths. We went there drenching un the rain amd went
inside the house. It is beautiful. First my gf dried herself and went inside and changed her cloths. She also asked me to remove dress and dry my self meanwhile she would search cloths for me. I
bathroom and removed all wet cloths and came out by wrapping towel. She searched for sometime and brought me jeans and T-shirt but those look different and asked her these are looking different. She
said she did not find any male cloths and found only one pair of jeans and T-shirt which are actually hers dresses. I felt sad but no other option. She and me Or same height and both are slims so
that jeans and t-shirts fit me good. She re adjusted my hair but she did not have hairband so she went inside and brought one hair clip and maid my hair into ponytail. She knows earrings are in my
pocket so she asked me to remove them and she fixed them to my both ears. Her T-shirt is too girly so because of that hairstyle, long earrings and girls jeans and T-shirt, iam looking like girl and
when we both see ourself in the mirror, we both are looking similar. She said ur looking beautiful in my jeans and I said nothing for it. Hole day we spent like that and next day my dresses are still
wet so I don't know what should I do. My girl friend suggested me that there was her night T-shirt which does not look girly and wear same jeans so that no one recognise. I freshed up and came out.
This time she adjusted my hair but again kept clip and I did not see it as it is small one also she kept one sticker between my eyebrows. I felt angry and removed it but not removed earrings and came
out to have breakfast outside and go back to home. Tiffin center girl first called me akka but later she recognised iam boy and smiled inside. My girl friend saw it but not told anything. I dropped
her outside where we parked her bike and went my home and not removed my earrings
. My sister saw me me and teased me saying that iam looking like girl and beautiful. She asked me why I wore girls jeans and T-shirt I said hole story but she also asked me why I wore girls earrings.
I don't know what to tell but some how I told that my gf wants to give gift but she did not find anything and saw my hair being empty so she bought earrings from her bag and fixed them to me for fun
and my gf asked me to keep saving them as those are her first gifts. Saying so, I went inside.
My hair grown little long but i had cut them till my shoulder. My gf keeps giving me few girls items as gift but I did not upset hef so I took them but not used.
#96
Sanjana(Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:57)
6.
One day my birthday came. My gf came my home and brought half saree as gift and asked me to wear them. I did not accept it. She felt sad and became more dull, my sister and mother who saw her being
dull asked her what is the reason. She said she unfortunately her parcel exchanged in the shop and insted of jeans and shirt, that cover has half sare with readymade jacket. She also said that now
she was unable to go and exchange as it was far away. My sister felt sad when heard the story and asked came up with plan and asked me why don't u make her happy. I said how I can do now. My sister
said u can wear that saree one time so that ur gf feels happy thinking that her birthday gift is good. My mother also asked same. I did not accept but after seeing my gf being sad I can not do
anything just accepted and but I know it was my gf preplanned but made a story. Finally she made me wear that half saree and blouse suited me perfectly because of we both looks similar. All three
girls added hair extension, bangles, long juhmka earrings, payal to my legs. They also painted my nails and brought flowers and kept on my hair. After mading all, I saw my self in mirror and I was
shocked. Iam looking perfect like girl. They took few of my pics in Sare and cut the cake. After that my sister said we all should go temple and my girl friend gave her high heels. I don't like going
out but they are forced. Finally I went temple and no one recognised iam boy, I did not talk nothing and came home. I spent hole day like girl with my girl friend, mother and sister I forgot that iam
in saree and enjoyed hole day. After few days, my marriage fixed with her and got married. My girlfriend did not allow me to cut my hair short but I kept it till my sholder only and once in a while
my wife made me like girl and we enjoy like girl friends. I go out with only ponytail and clean shave but dont go out like girl. I kept my body slim and I enjoyed female life only once in a life.
Like this my life going on.
This is my story and I stopped it here only.
#97
Mahi(Sunday, 09 April 2023 01:35)
Part - 2
After the party, Sumanth's dad came to pick him. Sumanth sat on the back of the bike like a lady and made sure to handle his pallu properly. After reaching he was going to his room.
Sumanth, the tailor stitched blouse for the silk saree. Your aunt has a really good taste and gave a beautiful a silk saree. Go to your room and check, whether it fits Or not., said his mom
Rekha
Neha, help your brother with the saree, said Rekha to her daughter
Neha is always ready to her big brother. She still remembers, teaching Sumanth how to braid his hair. Neha is very happy to use Sumanth's jewelry and sarees.
Neha followed Sumanth to his room and helped him to remove the silk saree carefully, it's really expensive. Then Sumanth tried the new blouse and it fitted him properly.
Then Neha left. He placed the new blouse in his wardrobe and took out a nighty and wore. He removed flowers in his hair and undid his braid. He brushed his hair and braided it. It's touching his
hips.
He quickly wore a dupatta around his chest and went to kitchen and started to help his mom.
He heard commentry of the IPL match, his dad was watching it. Sumanth also wanted to watch the match but he has lot of household chores to do.
After serving food to his dad first. He had dinner along with his mom and sister.
After doing some cleaning. He went to his room and layed on the bed. He could not sleep. Everyone saw him in saree. Including his relatives, in his cousin's wedding.
He started to remember how all these started.
#98
Mahi(Sunday, 09 April 2023 02:53)
Part -3
Sumanth somehow got into xyz engineering college, although it's not because of his skill but because of his dad. With lot of his dad bought a seat for him. Sumanth knows the college is very strict
but he knows a lot of girls will join the college.
As he expected on the freshers day, he saw lot of beautiful girls in the half sarees. He saw his seniors in bikes and their girlfriend. He decided at least by the end of the his engineering, he will
have a girlfriend and buy a bike.
He doesn't know how to ride a bike. So one day, he took his dad's bike and started riding it. Slowly he started learning but he met with an accident. He was taken to the hospital and it's not very
serious but he still need some bed rest.
After recovering he again took his dad's bike and wad riding towards the salon. Unfortunately, he again met with an accident.
His mom thought, something might me wrong with his astrology. So Rekha and Raghu met a priest. After having some talks with him.
The priest gave a solution to sumanth's astrology.
As per the priest, hair is given by the God and it should not be cut, it's bad luck. Since Sumanth astrology is not good for next 7 years. The priest told them not to allow Sumanth to cut his hair
for the next 7 year's.
After reaching home, Rekha told sumanth about the solution told by the priest. Sumanth didn't agree.
Sumanth, don't dare to disagree with your mom, you will be punished, warned Raghu
Sumanth remembered how his dad used to punish him. So he agreed not to cut his hair for next 7 year's.
After they left, Neha was smilling at Sumanth. Sumanth didn't understand why.
Why are you laughing? Asked Sumanth
It's just, if you don't cut your hair for 7 year's. Your hair will cross your butt, said Neha with a laugh.
Sumanth was stunned.
Till my butt. I don't want it. I don't know how to handle it, said Sumanth
Don't worry, Bro. I will teach you, how to braid your hair, said Neha happily
Braid my hair? Asked Sumanth
Of you have to wear a braid everyday, just like mom and me, said. Neha
Just an imagination frightened him.
In the college he didn't have any problem for an year. And his hair is now till his chest. Even his mom was surprised the rate at which his hair is growing. By the insistence of his mom, he started
to wear a ponytail for college.
One day the principal received a complaint that a girl named Kavya is not following the college uniform rules.
The principal Swapna is very strict anv asked Kavya why she is not following college uniform rules.
The rules are simple, girls should have hair at least till their chest and for boys, their hair should not cross their ears.
Girls should wear chudidhar and boys should wear shirt and pant.
So anyone has hair till their chest, should they wear pants and chudidhar, asked Kavya
Of course chudidhar, said Swapna.
Then why is a boy having long hair, asked kavya
If you are talking about Sumanth. His parents requested for him. It's because of some bad astrology, answered Swapna
Then I too have a bad astrology, I have to wear only pants, answered kabya arrogantly.
Swapna got very angry.
From Monday onwards start coming in chudidhar. Since sumanth either has to cut his hair Or come to college in a chudidhar, said Swapna
In the evening Swapna called sumanth and his parents. She explained them about the situation.
#99
Mahi(Sunday, 09 April 2023 10:03)
Part -4
You can't be serious about it? Said Raghu
Even I don't want to do it but even I have to follow rules. Girls should have hair atleast till their chest and if a person has long hair till the chest, that person is considered as a girl. Not to
mention Sumanth has long hair., said Swapna.
What if we don't agree to it? Said Raghu
Then Sumanth is not allowed to study in this college. Remember we won't return the money you paid for the seat, said Swapna
Raghu doesn't know what to say.
I can promise you one thing. No one will tease Sumanth, said Swapna
They all reached home. And Sumanth wad very angry.
Now I can drop from this college and join new college, said Sumanth
Drop from these college? Don't you know how much money I have paid., shouted Raghu
So, I am not wearing girls clothes to college, shouted Sumanth at Raghu
A tight slap landed on Sumanth's face.
From monday onwards, you are going college in girls uniform. Rekha take care of everything, said Raghu and left.
Tears tolled down Sumanth's red cheeks.
Sumanth don't cry. We can't do anything about it., said Rekha to Sumanth trying to console him.
Common now, we have lot work to do, said Rekha and pulled Sumanth of the ground.
#100
Mahi(Sunday, 09 April 2023 21:16)
Part -5
Sumanth was taken to a shopping mall. While sumanth stood silently. Rekha bought girls uniform clothes and dupatta. Then they directly went to the tailor shop.
The was a lady and she was surprised, when Rekha asked her to take measurements of Sumanth for the chudi. It was really humiliating for sumanth. Rekha spoke to the tailor and asked her to stitch the
uniform before. Since Rekha offered extra money they agreed.
Then they walked into a fancy store. Rekha found the matching bangles to the uniform and asked the sales person you show of Sumanth's size. At first the sales person thought, Rekha might be joking
but soon he realised, Rekha was serious about it. Without wasting any time, the sales person showed bangles of different sizes.
Rekha took them and started to put into sumanth's hands. At first sumanth was resisting but when Rekha glared at him angrily, he stopped.
By the end Rekha bought 2 dozens, of matching bangles of the uniform and different color bangles of size. Rekha even bought bindi packet, different types of hair clips, pins for the dupatta. When she
was about to complete the shopping, she remembered earrings. Rekha searched for decent earrings and finally found 3 pairs.
After paying the bill, they started to walk to home.
#101
Mahi(Sunday, 09 April 2023 22:14)
Part -6
For the next 2 days Sumanth was very nervous. Sunday until sumanth going for bed. He didn't receive the uniform. On Monday, he happy placed his uniform, pant and shirt on the bed. After taking a
bath, he saw his mom waiting for him. His heart beat increased, when he saw his new uniform, chudidhar.
He looked at his mom sadly.
Mom, I don't want to wear it. Everyone in college will laugh at me, said Sumanth
Rekha went towards sumanth. Slapped sumanth's left and right cheeks. A small tear rolled down his cheek.
Don't ever disobey me, warned Rekha
Then rekha took a garment similar to a bra, but it's different. It already has breast forms attached to give nice shape.
Rekha hooked it behind and made him wear the top and the pant. She looked at him from to bottom and thought, the uniform is stitched perfectly. Rekha took the dupatta and folded it properly. She
pinned it in his shoulders by creating a v-shape of dupatta resting on his chest.
Sumanth lost the will to resist as Rekha started to do his make up and his hair. She put clip on earrings to his ears. Rekha doesn't want to make Sumanth too girly, so she put a bangle to his each
hand. A bindi on his face finished the look. When he saw himself on the mirror, tears rolled down his cheek. Rekha wiped it.
Sumanth, I know it's really hard for you. We don't have any choice. Till you get used to it, I will have to be very strict with you, said Rekha by giving a kiss on his forehead.
Rekha slowly walked Sumanth of the room. When he entered the living room, Neha came running to him.
Bro, trust me. You one will recognise you for a boy, said Neha
When he was about to sit on the dinning chair, Rekha stopped him.
Sumanth look how Neha sits and sit like her, said Rekha.
Neha sat by wipping her top in the back and sat with her knees together. And placed the ends of the dupatta on her lap.
Sumanth hesitated to do it , since it's too girly. But Rekha looked at him angrily, so he did exactly like Neha.
As they were waiting for Raghu. Rekha was giving tips and warning to Sumanth.
When Reghu came out. He looked at sumanth from top to bottom but he didn't say anything.
Neha is still studying intermediate, so she will go to college in college bus and Raghu decided to take care of sumanth's travel.
On the whole way to the college was in fear. Raghu stopped the bike at college gate, Sumanth slowly got down. To his surprise, Swapna was waiting for them. She was happy looking at Sumanth.
She slowly walked him into college and into her office. As he was waiting in her office. Swapna went to his class and warned everyone. If anyone teases sumanth they will be punished. Everyone is
afraid of swapna so no one would dare to tease him.
Swapna went to her office.
Listen, sumanth. No one is going to tease you and if you have any problem tell me first. By the way, it would be weird for the boys to see another boy dressed as a girl in the washroom and it's weird
for girls also. So till everything gets sorted, you can use the bathroom in the office, said Swapna
They slowly walked into his class. Everyone is surprised looking at Sumanth. When boys got to know, sumanth is coming to college in girls uniform, they thought, he would look ugly but sumanth
surprised everyone with his beauty.
In the girls row, no one sat on the last bench, so Swapna asked sumanth to sit there. Sumanth slowly walked over, and sat the way his mom taught him in the home. He wiped his back, knees together and
ends of dupatta on his lap. It surprised all the girls and Swapna.
The problem Sumanth faced is, no wants to sit with him while having lunch. He sat alone and eat.
It continued for a week.
#102
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 10:52)
Part - 7
For a week girls observed Sumanth and decided he is a good person and he is more of a girl than a boy.
So when Sumanth was having lunch, girls joined him. Sumanth was very happy about it.
Sumanth started to spend a lot time with the girls. As days gone by, Sumanth thought, he is becoming a girl. So he decided to be less girly.
Since he is wearing clip on earrings, he started to throw them away and was breaking bangles as well. When Rekha asked him about the earrings, he said he lost them since they are very loose.
Rekha observed it for a week and Sumanth lost 4 pairs of earrings. It was very clear for Rekha that Sumanth wanted loosing them.
So on Saturday evening, when Sumanth returned from college. Rekha took Sumanth for some shopping. Sumanth didn't think much about it.
When he noticed Rekha entering into a piercing shop, he just followed her inside.
Mom, why are we here? Asked Sumanth
To have your ears pierced, answered Rekha
Sumanth was stunned and he immediately said no to his mom.
Rekha got hold of his ears and twisted it. Sumanth was in a lot of pain.
Do you think I am that dumb? You were loosing earrings on purpose. Do you know how much time I had to spent to pick a good pair of earrings, said Rekha angrily
Now shut your mouth and sit on the chair, shouted Rekha
As Sumanth sat on the a lady came to him with a piercing gun. When Sumanth left the shop, he has 3 piercings in each ear. He was on tears.
Stop, crying or I will peirce your nose as well, said Rekha
Sumanth wiped his tears with fear.
When they reached honey, Neha was surprised to see the new piercings of Sumanth. She was little jealous actually.
Within a week, Sumanth started to wear earrings to college.
#103
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 11:56)
Part - 8
The girls were surprised by Samantha's piercings. So one day in the evening, they had one hour free time. All boys went to ground, while Sumanth along with other girls stayed in the class. Just then
one of the girl asked Sumanth
Sumanth, why are you always wearing only ponytail? Asked a girl
Yes, with your hair, you can try try different hair styles, said Another girl
Can you please come to collage tomorrow with different hair styles, asked a girl
The very next day, Sumanth was ready in the chudidhar. Just then he remembered what the girls said yesterday. But Sumanth knows only ponytail. So hr went to Neha's room. When Neha saw him, she
doesn't know why he is here.
So, Neha can you do me a new hair style. I am bored with ponytail, said Sumanth
Neha was surprised and was very happy.
Of course bro. Come sir here, said Neha
As Sumanth Sar on the bed. Neha started to brush his hair.
After brushing it, Neha middle parted it and started to do a hair style. When she said it's done. He looked on the mirror and was shocked. The hair style is so girly but he didn't say anything bad
about it. Since it's getting late, he went to living room to have breakfast.
Rekha was surprised with his hair style.
When he reached college the girls were really happy looking at Samantha's new hair style.
Since then, everyday Neha would do new hair style for Sumanth.
After a month, one day in the college it was sports period. The girls were laughing and giggling and Sumanth was among them.
At that time
Sumanth, we girls wanted to tell you something, said one girl
What is it? Asked Sumanth
You see, we girls follow some dress code. We wanted to get traditional, so we all wear bangles, earrings and anklets. As you can see we all have very long hair as well, said a girl
Since we consider you as one of the girl, we request you to wear anklets and few more bangles, said a girl
Sumanth was stunned and doesn't know what to say.
The girls noticed his discomfort.
We all consider you as one of our friend. If you feel the same way, please wear at least 8 bangles on each hand and wear anklets as well, said a girl
On the way to home, Sumanth was thinking about it. He is a boy, he should not wear bangles and anklets. At the same time he thought, the girls were really good help to him.
Once he reached home, he was still thinking about it. Rekha noticed Sumanth was thinking about something very deeply.
Sumanth, what are you thinking about? Asked Rekha calmly
Sumanth hesitated.
Mom, I need to ask you something, started Sumanth. What is it? Asked Rekha
Mom, can I wear anklets to college? Asked Sumanth with full embarrassment.
Rekha was not expecting it.
You want to wear anklets to college? Asked Rekha
When Sumanth nodded his head, Rekha thought for a while.
No problem, I bought a new pair of anklets for Neha and she didn't want them. I think, they will fit you well, said Rekha calmly.
After listening to it, Sumanth slowly walked to his room. Sumanth still can't believe, what just happened. He requested his mom for anklets.
#104
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 12:21)
Part - 9
On Sunday, Neha would teach him some hair styles. Even though Sumanth not interested in hair styles. He still learnt few.
On Monday, he was all ready with Rekha pinning the dupatta.
Sumanth sit on the bed and show me your ankles, asked Rekha
Sumanth sat on the bed and showed his ankles to his mom.
Rekha carefully fixed them to his ankles. Sumanth understood why Neha doesn't want then. These anklets have a lot of bells.
After fixing them, Rekha looked at Sumanth lovingly and kissed on his forehead. After Rekha left
Sumanth still has to wear bangles now. As he started walking towards bangles, the anklets are making a lot of sound. He tried to ignore it but it's really hard.
He wore 8 bangles to each hand. Then he started to walk towards Neha's room.
Neha was hearing the sound of the bangles but she doesn't know from where she is getting the sound. She is not wearing those type of anklets, neither her mom.
Just then, Sumanth entered the room, Neha was really surprised when she realized the anklets sound is coming from her brother's feet.
Neha didn't not comment anything. She started to do his hair. Then she saw, Sumanth was wearing more bangles than before.
The girls are very very happy seeing Sumanth in anklets and in wearing more bangles.
It continued for few months.
Before the festival of Sankranti, Rekha and Neha went for shopping. After shopping for a while. Rekha's eyes caught something. It's the beautiful half sarees. Rekha's started to browse through it and
selected matching half sarees. Neha was confused.
Mom, you are in the age to wear half sarees, said Neha
Rekha laughed and said
It's not for me. One is for you and another is for Sumanth, said Rekha with a smile
Neha face brightened.
Really, Sumanth bro is going to wear a half saree? Asked Neha
Of course, said Rekha
Don't know why but Neha was very happy. May be she wanted a sister and now she has one in her brother.
#105
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 12:54)
Part - 10
The day before the festival, at night. Rekha was applying mehendi to Neha's hands and legs. At that time, Sumanth was watching TV. Once Rekha was done with Neha.
Sumanth, come here, shouted Rekha
Sumanth went to Rekha.
Sumanth, remove your bangles and anklets and sit here. Said Rekha.
Sumanth didn't not question and did like he was told.
Once he sat, Rekha took his hand and was about to apply it. Immediately Sumanth took his hand back.
Rekha got very angry.
Sumanth, I really don't want to punish you now. If you don't give me your hands now. You are going to regret it, said Rekha
Lately Sumanth was really afraid of Rekha, so he gave in and Rekha started to apply it.
With each passing minute, Samantha's hands and legs became very girly.
When Rekha is done. Mehendi was applied till his forearms and till his knees for legs.
Just like Rekha said, he slept carefully without damaging the mehendi. The next day morning, he went to the bathroom and washed his hands and legs. He was in tears, when he saw the results. His hands
and legs are so girly. Just then he heard his mom asking him to take a bath quickly.
He took the bath came out. He saw some colorful clothes on his bed and he knows they are not shirt and pant.
Without giving much time Sumanth, Rekha hooked a bra with breast forms. Sumanth doesn't understood, why he has to wear it today.
When Rekha took a blouse and came towards, he quickly backed out.
Mom, what is it? Asked Sumanth
It's a blouse. You are going to wear a half saree today, said Rekha
Sumanth was stunned.
Mom, please mom. I don't want to wear it, said Sumanth
But Rekha didn't care. She forcefully made him to wear the blouse, she hooked it and tied the strings on his back. Then came the petticoat. Sumanth was saying no but Rekha didn't care. Soon he was in
the petticoat and the long skirt. Rekha took the dupatta and started to drape it perfectly.
Sumanth stopped resisting, he knows it's useless. After pinning it perfectly on his left shoulder. He was asked to sit the chair.
Rekha started to show her make up skills. After doing his hair, she did his make up as well. She replaced his ear stubs with big jhumkas. 16 bangles to each hand, a small chain and a necklace around
his neck. He was already wearing anklets. She placed a bindi on his forehead and it completed his look.
Rekha was really happy with the result. Sumanth was really cute and beautiful. Sumanth was really sad.
Sumanth, why are you so sad? The half saree is not gonna hurt you, said Rekha
She walked Sumanth out of his room. Sumanth was embarrassed when he saw his dad.
Just then Sumanth saw Neha. She is wearing a matching half saree. She came towards Sumanth with happiness.
She took took Samantha's hands, which made a lot of bangles sound. As Neha was speaking to him. He realized Rekha was pinning flowers in his hair.
If you all are ready, can we go to the temple now? Asked Raghu
#106
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 13:27)
Part - 11
When he heard the word temple, Sumanth was shocked. As Raghu went out to start the car, Neha followed him. Sumanth was requesting Rekha, that he doesn't want to come. Of course, Rekha didn't not
care. She walked him out. Raghu was in the driver seat, on the back, Neha sat first followed by Sumanth and Rekha.
Sumanth was very nervous.
Sumanth, don't be nervous. I don't want to embarrass you. Trust me, nothing bad will happen, said Rekha to Sumanth with a smile
Sumanth became little calm.
They stopped at the temple and first Rekha got out. Followed by Sumanth. Rekha helped Sumanth to get down properly, it's his first time in half saree.
After Neha got down, Raghu went to part the car. Sumanth saw so many ladies. He was trying to hind beside Rekha. Rekha smiled and didn't say anything. Within 10 min Raghu came to then.
Here, 3 tickets for ladies queue and one ticket for me, said Raghu
Sumanth was embarrassed by it.
Sumanth was careful while walking. Rekha was instructing him, how to handle the hand saree.
After the prayer, they sat in the temple. Sumanth saw how Neha sat and sat just like her. Rekha applied turmeric paste to his cheeks and pinned the flowers given by the priest.
Raghu, Rekha are very calm and Sumanth was very nervous. Neha was trying to calm him down by starting a conversation with him.
They sat on the temple for 20 min and reached home after that.
As they entered home,
See did anything bad happened, asked Rekha to Sumanth
You shouldn't cut you hair for 7 years and have to wear ladies clothes for more than 2 years. So you should be feel comfortable around ladies. Not just you, ladies should feel comfortable around as
well, for example, the girls in your class, said Rekha
Sumanth was listening to it carefully.
I was just trying to help, said Rekha
Sumanth was very silent.
Do you know what is the meaning, if your mehendi becomes dark? Asked Rekha with a smile
Sumanth knows it and blushed.
That's right, you are going to get a good husband, teased Rekha
Sumanth blushed even more and laughed.
Rekha hugged Sumanth and Neha together and kissed them on their forehead.
I am really lucky to have two beautiful daughters, said Rekha
Sumanth sat on the sofa to watch TV, while Rekha and Neha went to kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Sumanth felt uneasy sitting on the surface, while his mom and sister worked. So he went to kitchen to help.
Rekha was happy about it and gave him small chores to do.
#107
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 13:41)
Part - The end
Till evening Sumanth didn't complain about the half saree, he doesn't why but it felt good for him.
At night Rekha helped him to remove the jewelry and the hand saree. At the same time, she gave him a new nighty she bought for him. Don't why but Sumanth wore it without any complaints.
It's a start to his life.
By the end of the 4 year, Sumanth became an expert in draping a saree. He became a lot closer to his mom and sister.
Sometimes, he still missing going out anytime he wants bht he was not allowed. Rekha doesn't want her beautiful daughter to go alone.
He is free to wear male clothes again after the 4th year but everyone knows, it's not gonna happen.
He even met most of his relatives in sarees.
Thank you for your support guys.
I don't want to prolong the story.
Hope you guys likes it.
#108
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 14:17)
Part - 1
Kiran still can't believe, his mom, sister and even his wife didn't believe him. Here he is in a silk saree, with hair till his waist and wearing same amount of jewelry his wife, Kavya is wearing and
attending a ladies function. He is comfortable in sarees and stuff but he still prefers pants.
He doesn't have answer for few things. It all started 4 years ago.
He is a software engineer, so is his wife Kavya. They both goy married really young and they are blessed with a boy and names him Rohit. Kiran was 18, when he was married. Son now Rohit is 16 and
Kiran is 34. Kiran is not a big man, he is of average height and weight.
One day Kavya noticed, her blouse was torn a little and it felt like some wore but there are no women in the house expect her. But she didn't pay much attention to it after that.
One day when she came home, she felt her were searched a little and she noticed a necklace was missing. She started to panic. Thinking some else is in the house.
When her son Rohit came from college. Kavya told him about the necklace and she is going to complain to the police. Rohit apps it's a good idea, since the necklace is really expensive.
Kavya thought before complaining to police, she decided to search everywhere in the house. She felt bad for not trusting Rohit and Kiran but she felt something is hiding for her.
She searched in her and Rohit's room. She didn't find anything. Kavya is a saree freak. She has lot of saree and the wardrobe in her room is filled with sarees, so Kiran Joey his clothes in another
room.
So Kavya was searching for it in Kiran's room. Unfortunately she not only found her necklace but also her old sarees and blouses. She was confused. Why is Kiran hiding sarees from her.
She sat on the sofa was thinking about it. Just then Rohit came from college. He noticed Kavya was in deep thoughts.
When he asked about it. She explained everything from the jewelry to sarees.
Rohit thought for a while
May be dad likes to dress up as a woman, said Rohit
What? Asked Kavya.
Kavya kept thinking about it. She started to realize, her clothes were worn by someone else..
After a while
What would you do, if you find out dad likes to dress up as a woman, asked Rohit
Kavya didn't answer quickly. She thought for a while. Kiran is a good person, of wants to dress up as a woman then he should, she thought.
I don't have any problems with it but he needs to choose one. He shouldn't live a lie, once he starts to wear sarees, he should never pants in his life, said Kavya
Kavya has a doubt on her son as well. She was waiting for the right time.
One day, she came home without telling it to her husband and son. When was searching, if there is any one in the home. She was shocked to see her husband, sleeping in a nighty. He was wearing bangles
as well.
She was sad and relived as well. She found the person, she was looking for. She took some photos and went to living room.
#109
Mahi(Monday, 10 April 2023 14:29)
Part - 2
When Kiran woke up, he was startled to find himself in a nighty and bangles. He didn't know how it happened. As he tried to get up from bed, a lot of noise came from his legs, he is wearing anklets
as well. Just then the door opened and he saw his wife Kavya standing there.
Kiran, come to the living room, said Kavya
Let me change, asked Kiran
No need, said Kavya
Kiran does not know what is going on, why is he in a nighty.
#110
Samantha(Wednesday, 12 April 2023 15:07)
Nirmal(A)...part -1
We are standing the infornt of house and i am standing behind Kaviya holding her shoulder and bending my head to floor when my mother and aunty see me like this there face is completely angry I am
seeing them in small eyes...I dont know how to handle the situation but Kaviya is standing without any tension...but for me my past memories are runing and i am thinking about my past...
Let me tell the story ...My father and his close friend both are living together but different house and same campus. i will tell you about us.
Heroine Family (My family )
I am Nirmal and I was born in an conservative hindu family in Tamilnadu. Right from my birth, my parents induced being conservative on me. my father name is ram & my mom name Jaya .I had an elder
brother, his name is Raj. I hate the partiality at my home right from my child hood. This makes me feel irritated every single time, that my brother was treated special and i was denied to have very
nominal things and small small happiness which i can enjoy. My mom will allow him to play out side but she will not allow me and maximum time i will stay in home only.My brother was good at studies
right from the beginning, on the other hand i was an below average student. He was 3 years ahead to me.As my father is Goverment employee But entire household works has to be done by mother.My mom
ask us help her but no use. my brother just do nothing and laze around home or go out for roaming with his friends. my mom and i will be there in the home most of the time. As like my father, my mom
also has traditional mindset, so she always ensure that we are under her control and follows all the values and rituals.
Hero Family (Kaviya Family)
Her name is Kaviya and father name Prabu and mom name is seetha. she had an elder brother, his name is Vijay and elder siter Priya. Kaviya father treats all are equal. Her father will allow them to
play out side but Priya will not go outside she will come to our home and she will spend maximum time with me. we both are close. Kaviya was good at studies. We both are same age and priya was 3
years ahead to me.As her father also Goverment employee But entire household works has to be done by mother. Priya will help both my mother & aunty . we will be there in the home most of the
time. As like my father, my mom also has traditional mindset, so she always ensure that we are under her control and follows all the values and rituals.
#111
Samantha(Wednesday, 12 April 2023 15:08)
Nirmal(A) ... Part-2
My mother and Seetha aunty both get pregnant at same time my mother is wishing for baby girl and my aunty is wishing for baby boy but for my mother I born boy and my aunty got baby girl.They both are
became sad.me & Kaviya became very close friends. I was scared for everything and Kaviya is opposite to me. She is very bold & she learn karathe for me to protect me from bullies.she is very
talented in studies and she is intrested in sports but for me i have intrested to learn arts like...dancing & drawing etc..my brother & kaviya will go for martails arts class and me &
Priya will go for drawing class & dance classes.
we both are caring each other at the same time and we both will get jealous & possiveness. if i will speak with girls she will hit them & if she will speak with any boys i will go for fight
but finally she will come & recuse me .Always she will protect me but in studies i am so week so she teaches me but no use. I used to sleep or practising drawing. but she used to do excirses or
study. 10th board exams and she wrote it very well and mine below avarage. After that nearly there was 2 months and i tired different method of paintings and fashion. she used to go for karathe class
& computer class. In 10th board exam she got 480 out of 500. but i got only 240. my father is scolded me and priya and my mom supports me.untill then our relationship is going well.
After one year we are entered to 12th standard. starting went well. in our class one boy always bullies and he & his friends are teased me so many times. one day Kaviya was helping him to solve
one maths quetion. i stoped her to teach him but she didnt listen me. Suddenly that boy pushed me & i slapped him . i asked kaviya to come with me but she slapped me and i also got angry i
slapped her and i came back. i am not asked sorry to her and she aslo not asked me. Evening i was sitting at near my cycle at the same time that and his friends and came teased me. he told me i was
planned to separate from kaviya now its happend and he said he loves her. Again i got angry tried to him but he pushed me and i fell down. Kaviya was seeing from long distance but not helped and she
left from the place. from that time onwards i decided to not to speak with her untill she asking sorry to me. she also thinking same thing.
I finished my 12th and I secured 590 and one subject got failed but she scored well and she got 1162. our parents were very much happy for her and my dad gifted her a phone. I got scolds from my
dad.
family members were started discussing about her higher studies. All preferred to put her in reputed college in the same town.She decided to join in an reputed engineering college in Chennai. So that
she will be independent and can able to enjoy my life as I wish. and main thing she dont want to see me. i am also i dont want to her. So i am started preparing for arrer exam. i got cleard but that
time maximum colleges are full and i dont know what to do. Any i am not going to study so i decided to join any couse and i told same thing to my mom and Priya. They are searching college for
me.
#112
Samantha(Monday, 17 April 2023)
Nirmal(A)...part- 3
We applied for many colleges but all are very high.I don't have a good percentage. Finally I got one joining letter but it was a different course but they mentioned Modern paintings & fashion so
I selected and decided to join. We went to that college but there are less boys and maximum girls there. Recently they have changed this college to co-education. I told my mom that I will join this
college and I checked with some students and the fees were also less . We went to the admin room and they told us as of now only one course is available and it's related to fashion. If you want you
can change it later . I said ok and I have enrolled and paid fees also.
My aim is to learn about drawing & modern paintings , so I just need one degree . That is the reason only I joined her.That day mom informed dad about college . My dad scolds my mom for wasting
money so he asked me to join a coaching center and asked me to try for government jobs. Coaching center head is my dad's friend so I refused to join the center.My father scolded me but my mom
defended me. Finally my dad said if you scored well in the first semester I will let you study and if you aren't able to clear all the subjects in the first semester you have to do what i am saying.
First I didn't agree but don't have any choice so i agreed this condition and my mom was happily agreed.Next day first day of my college and priya droped near college and i entered the college.i saw
a girls was coming in the bikes.up to now i don't no bike riding and i didn't saw any girl in traditional dress all are in jeans and t-shirts.it is looking like a boys college. Wherever I am seeing
girls and boys, the head count is less. i felt a little scared and priya told me don't worry nothing will happen. I went inside the class and 5 boys were there so I felt happy. First semester all
subjects are common for all so we have combined them with other classes.
months passed but still i was talking with boys and 2 girls only and i focused to clear my first semester.i always talking about my studies. I have studied well and I passed my first semester with an
average score. Then I informed my dad and he said ok. In the 2nd semester I did very well and I passed all subjects. I got semester holidays. I have stayed at home and spent time with mom and priya.
Kaviya also came home for semester holidays. I became very happy and i am going to see her after six months but I did not show her. That night I went to her room after she slept and I took her
lipstick & applied it on my lips, kissed her forehead and cheeks.I came to my room.Next day i woke up and came to the hall to her reaction. kaviya is asking about lipstick marks with everyone and
enjoying it while seeing us. Sometimes I will do this kind of thing without knowing her.
#113
Samantha(Monday, 17 April 2023 00:29)
Nirmal(A)..part-4
My brother also came to our home. My dad became very happy seeing my brother. He started to praise my brother. That day and night I am watching a web series and my brother wants to watch cricket. We
both started to fight. Kaviya came to our home. At that time, she asked my brother for a fight, and he explained to her. Suddenly Kaaviya told my brother that the stronger person can watch their
favourite channel and she said both can do hand wrestling and the winning person can watch TV. I got a kaviya point and she wanted to tease me . I wanted to prove my power to her so I agreed. So we
decided hand wrestling to determine our strength. We started hand wrestling and my brother easily defeated me. I was shocked and I don't know what to do.. I thought I would give tough to my brother
but now he defeated me easily. Kaviya started to praise my brother. My brother teased me saying, even Kaviya can defeat you. I am getting angry. Kaviya asked me to wrestle with her. I thought I could
defeat her but I was wrong, Kaviya also defeated me. she started to tease me, she is saying you can't even defeat a girl. My mom saw all these things. With embarrassment I went to my room. Priya came
to my room and she tried to console me . After some time I became normal.
That night while having dinner Kaviya sat beside me and she placed one chocolate near me . I pretended to not see her. I took that chocolate and I went to my room. Priya also came with one chocolate
and gave it to me. I said thanks. i asked her tomorrow shall we go for a movie and she told it's a nice idea and i will speak with mom.priya spoke with our parents and they are also agrred.Next day
both families got ready to go for movies. I told my mom and I will go early and I will buy tickets. I like to go with Kaviya but she is not there. so i called priya and i said loudly i am going
to buy a ticket now. After hearing kaviya came down & she said i will go to my friend's home and that is the nearby theater . Seetha aunty said " Kaviya anyway you are going via theater so you
can drop him near the theater . I said , "No aunty, I will take priya and I will go. Kaviya said ok and asked me to come. I felt very happy. She started her bike & i sat behind her and my mom was
smiling while seeing this. I sat behind her with a 5 inches gap and suddenly she broke and I hugged her and again I sat in the same position. Again she put break and i hugged her and i feeling very
happy and i was started to smile and while seeing mirror she is enjoying more. Before reaching the theater she took a break more than 10 times . I enjoyed riding with her. I want & buy tickets
and wait for our family.
After we finished the movie we all went to a hotel to have dinner. While having dinner one of my dad's friends and he came with his family . He has a beautiful daughter (Jothi)and she sat near me.
while seeing this kaviya became very angry so i wanted to tease her. I started to speak with her and she served food for me & i started to serve food to her. while seeing this Jothi dad said i
like your son and he is very kind & cute. Kaviya's face became very red and full of an angry mood. After dinner they left. We are ready to go home but she is very angry with me. I wanted to
console her so I sat on her bike and while going home she didn't put a break . so i hugged her and laid her back and i kissed her neck back. but she didn't give any reaction again. I did the same
thing. this time i hugged her tightly and i said please don't go home and i want to go ride with you. After 1 hour we went home. we reached home and she wrote something on paper and gave it to me and
it was " without my permission if you touch any girl , i will break your hand " . she left but she didn't speak and I smiled and went to my room and I slept.
#114
Priya(Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:08)
a log. I was in a deep slumber and I felt someone tapping my shoulder, slowly I woke up and slowly saw,
it was Srikanth standing there with bed coffee. I was astonished. I got perplexed and jumped out of my
bed and asked him, why he is doing all these things and was shouting literally.
He was very calm and composed like our MS Dhoni in a critical situation, he made me sit on the bed and
asked me to relax, and I did. He said, he was a child who studied in a hostel most of his life and he knows
all the basics of livelihood and he likes to cook. I was not convinced by his reply, and I said it’s not
respectable for a man to cook for his wife and this time he got angry, his soft face was beaming with
anger and he firmly said, it is his kitchen and he prefers no one enters that, that’s the reason he has kept
no maid for helping even.
I was kind of afraid after seeing his sudden outburst, so I kept calm and nodded my head. By this time,
the coffee got cold, so he went and prepared fresh coffee for me, I silently drank that and went to take
bath, I dressed in a saree with suitable jewels and accessories of a married woman. I came out to the
hall and noticed that he too got a bath and food was laid up on the dining table.
#115
Priya(Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:13)
Twists & Turns:
I’m Prasanna Lakshmi, I hail from Coimbatore, the so-called “Manchester of South India”. A place where
people value culture and heritage still amidst rapid modernization. My family is a simple one consisting
of My Dad, who works in the Gulf, my mom, a homemaker, and my elder sister, she got married three
years back, and she too lives in Coimbatore.
I was a simple girl from my childhood, kind of reserved and well-mannered. My friend circle is very much
limited and my aspirations were simple too, I finished my undergraduate in Coimbatore and my dad
insisted I apply for MBA, I felt like I will have two more years of freedom. My prediction was right, after
my MBA graduation, my parents took up my topic of marriage.
I had no idea about love marriage, so I have no issues in getting married to a stranger, I always have the
belief that my dad will do only good things for me. So I blindly accepted. At that point in time only, I had
a sudden feeling of pain about getting separated from my parents. But I have to accept the reality
right?? So I made up my mind. My dad flew back to Coimbatore, and I had lovable memories after dad’s
arrival.
A good proposal came through our relative and my parents were very much impressed with the groom’s
family and his profile, to be precise, my dad was very much impressed with the groom’s character. He
was very humble and a perfect gentleman.
One fine day came in 2012, and I met my heroine, at that time I have no clue about that, and I met
Srikanth in Marudhamalai Murugan temple, a famous temple in my city. It was like the most awkward
situation in my entire life, I had no face-to-face with him, I was shy and he was even shyer than me. He
gathered some courage and started the convo and I was answering in one word, within 5 mins, we both
felt that we liked each other.
Soon, next-level talks happened and the marriage was fixed in three months later. Srikanth was a
businessman in Chennai and he runs an Interior design firm there. Around 20 people were working
under him and his business was quite a successful one.
In the blink of an eye, marriage happened and we both were ready to move to Chennai permanently, my
dad left for the gulf and this time he took my mother too with him, my sister, as usual, lived with her
family. Srikanth’s parents were abroad too. It was like only we two were there in our life, it gave me a
kind of thrill and excitement.
We moved to our own apartment which was too big for the two of us. We decided before the marriage
itself that we will try to be good friends first and then take to the relationship to the next level. I was
much more relieved.
We went to Chennai and it took three days to organize the home, on that three days we were ordering
food from outside. I’m a girl raised up in a traditional family under a strict mom, so I was an expert in
cooking and other household chores. So I was waiting to show my skills to Srikanth. He was just a year
older than me, but I always treated and called him with respect. He was unreactive for that. I too left
like that.
#116
Priya(Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:14)
Finally, on the weekend, we set up our home, on Saturday night, we went to sleep and I kept my alarm
to 7 o clock and decided to start preparing bed coffee and then breakfast. Due to tiredness, we slept like a log. I was in a deep slumber and I felt someone tapping my shoulder, slowly I woke up and
slowly saw,
it was Srikanth standing there with bed coffee. I was astonished. I got perplexed and jumped out of my
bed and asked him, why he is doing all these things and was shouting literally.
He was very calm and composed like our MS Dhoni in a critical situation, he made me sit on the bed and
asked me to relax, and I did. He said, he was a child who studied in a hostel most of his life and he knows
all the basics of livelihood and he likes to cook. I was not convinced by his reply, and I said it’s not
respectable for a man to cook for his wife and this time he got angry, his soft face was beaming with
anger and he firmly said, it is his kitchen and he prefers no one enters that, that’s the reason he has kept
no maid for helping even.
I was kind of afraid after seeing his sudden outburst, so I kept calm and nodded my head. By this time,
the coffee got cold, so he went and prepared fresh coffee for me, I silently drank that and went to take
bath, I dressed in a saree with suitable jewels and accessories of a married woman. I came out to the
hall and noticed that he too got a bath and food was laid up on the dining table.
He gave me a kind of awkward look, it showed me clearly that he didn’t like my dressing style, but he
didn’t say anything, he was dressed in a track and t-shirt. When I was about to serve him, he stared at
me angrily and that made me sit on my chair silently he started serving me poori and channa, so It was
my first day in our home where my husband cooks and serves me.
To be honest, the food was literally wow, he served me four more pooris, and generally, I won’t eat that
much. But today I ate that much because of the tasteful food.
So we finished the breakfast silently and I was like what to do now and said him can I clean the house,
he said we set up the home yesterday only and its brand new, I asked him, can I clean the vessels which
we used for breakfast, he stared me again, I know what the reply will be, so I just crushed on the sofa
and he went to kitchen without looking back carrying the vessels.
After 30 mins, he came out of the kitchen and sat next to me, I was watching tv, when he came to the
hall, I switched off the TV, and he asked me to carry on, I said no probs and he asked me what will you
like to have for lunch, chicken or mutton?
I replied I like chicken, he asked me do you like biryani? I replied affirmatively, he asked me to fetch a
notepad and write down the list, he was mentioning the groceries which is needed for lunch. I finished
writing, he went inside and bought his wallet, and he gave me that and asked me to go to the market
which is 1 km away from my apartment, and get the things. I asked him ignorantly, come, let’s go.
He replied, only you are going, I have work in the kitchen. I know it is useless to argue with him, so I
resented my fate, I was nervous, as it was my first time in Chennai and I’m going to the market alone, I
gathered my courage and came back after an hour bringing all the needful things.
I entered home and as it was summer, I was sweating profusely, I came and sat on the sofa, and he
came from the kitchen and gave me a big glass of orange juice, I got that in a nanosecond and drank it in
seconds, he knew I was thirsty, he got me the glass back and refilled and gave it to me again.
Lunch was the usual affair, he served me and it was the tastiest biryani I have ever had in my life. I liked
my mom’s cooking much while comparing his food, my mom’s food was literally nothing, sorry to say
this Mom.
#117
Priya(Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:18)
After the heavy lunch, without my knowledge, I slept nicely for the next six hours, he too didn’t bother
me waking up, suddenly I realized the time and it was around 8. I went to the kitchen and there he was
making the dinner, and we ate and we had time some time to speak.
He started, how was the day? I said, it’s nice but it was boring as I have no work to do, he replied, “See
Prasanna, generally people call me Lakshmi, very few call me Prasanna, in this home, it will be like this,
for me home is my private space and an important one, I have certain order on everything and I believe
no one can do it better than me”.
From morning till night, the entire household things will be mine, I dare you not to interfere with my
routine, I want everything to be in order right from drawing a rangoli, cooking food, tidying up the home
or decorating, even cleaning vessels and washing clothes, I will be washing your clothes too, I tried to
interrupt him, but his stare made me shut, and he further continued it’s our life, I don’t want you to
share the things which are happening here. You can say to them, you did every household and take the
credit, I just nodded.
I asked him on return, if you are doing everything at home means how will he manage his office, he
replied sternly, I’m doing this for years, and I’m a very good multitasker and I know to manage my time.
Again I raised another question, if you are doing all these things means what will I do and how will I
spend my time, he casually replied, that’s your problem, go to a job, learn some courses, do Ph.D. or
manage our business or be at home doing nothing, you are free to choose your schedule. I was blown
away by his reply.
The next week was the same, I woke up, eat breakfast, watch TV, eat lunch slept, spend time on my
phone, speaking with friends as I can’t speak much with my mom or sister, as they might question me
about being free always, then eat dinner and sleep, we were slowly getting comfortable with each
other, he mostly manages his business being in the home, sometimes he goes out for the meeting, that
too rarely if he goes also he make sure he manages household chores promptly.
Next week Monday, I felt really bored and asked him to take me to his office, he agreed we went and it
was like an amazing office, nicely designed, being an ace interior designer, it’s a cakewalk for him, he
introduced me with his teammates, 10 men, and 10 women. All of them dressed alike, with a shirt and
jeans, women are not adorned much, and they were wearing no makeup and sporting small studs.
We spent some time and returned back home, that night, he was asking me how was his office, I replied
I really liked the atmosphere and loved the people over there, he further asked me, do u want to be a
part of our office, I said: “yes I would love to, but I’m no fit to that place, I don’t have good dress sense
like them, not having practical exposure or language command or moreover courage”. All my life I was
with my mom and sister, I have no friends even, so I don’t know anything other than household chores
and dressing up.
He said, all this can be worked off, “Do you wish to experience the change? I’m not sure what made me
say yes, but I said yes to him”.
The next day he took me first to the Adayar Cancer Institute and he had a friend working there as a
doctor, he show me the patients, their pains, and their comeback stories, and narrated to me their
needs and requirements. Many women suffer from cancer and lose hair, hair is a big asset for women, and according to most women, they feel bad being bald, and many women cannot afford good hair
wigs
as it costs more than a lakh, so they require free hair wigs and many organizations are working forward
to provide free hair wigs to the needy people.
I haven’t said you right, I have thick hair till my mid back and all will be envious of my healthy hair.
We bid bye to his friend and we came back to our car, he was driving, I was literally shocked by the
things which I have seen, I have never encountered cancer survivors personally. He asked me, do you
wish to donate your hair for making a wig for someone who is in need, I just said yes, I didn’t think about
anything, I love my hair, but some force made me say yes.
He took me to the one posh salon and said, they are giving free hair cut to the women who are willing to
donate their hair for the cause. I have only seen my childhood pics with short hair, from my puberty till
date, I have never thought of cutting my hair or trimming it even, but in the next thirty minutes, I was
having a sharp crew cut like a boy, and all my lovely hair is gone.
#118
Priya(Tuesday, 18 April 2023)
I felt a sharp pain in my heart, but he said to me “You are doing a great thing and hair will grow again in
a few months, but you are helping someone in need”. I felt a bit better.
We came back to the car, and he asked me do you think your saree fits with this crew cut, I said “No”.
He further asked me, do you trust me? I replied yes. In the next 1 hour, I was dressed in a white denim
shirt and blue jeans, I was wearing shoes, and he made me remove my jewels like bangles, anklets, and
jimikki.
I looked in the mirror. I was looking like a man, yes as a man. I went out of my home as a traditional
married woman decked up ritually and now going back home dressed like a man.
#119
Samantha(Thursday, 20 April 2023 00:44)
Nirmal(A)...Part-5
Summer holidays are completed so we have to go college again . Kaviya went to chennai and i was preparing to go college. My dad told us about our challenge and again he said "If you can't continue
this college so you have to obey me & you have to do what i am saying ". I said I know dad and don't worry about that whatever happens , I will continue my studies and you will not get any chance
and he laughed and said let's see. On the day of college opening, I was ready like a hero. I happily entered the class and I couldn't find a single boy in the class. The class is full of girls, I got
scared. Everyone started giggling. One mam came to our class and she introduced herself and her name Hemavathi ,then we all introduced ourselves.
Hema mam told me this department is only women's and in future you won't need it and she asked me to change to another department. I said ok and I came to the principal room and I told her what Hema
mam said. Principal told me that as of now this department only has seats and other departments are full. Again, the principal said you don't have any other option so if you want to continue this
department go and sit your class otherwise don't come to college and try another college. I remembered what my father had said, Principal mam said if you have decided to leave this college and pay
the total fees and you can leave and I will provide the TC, without thinking I said that I will go for my class .Then Principal mam gave me an agreement paper and told me to sign it. I bought it and
read it as if want to leave this college pay the full amount and you can leave and if decided to continue the studies and follow the rules of this college. I signed the agreement.Then we went to our
class and the principal informed hema mam . Hema asked me to sit in the class. Hema said this year we will teach you about cooking, tailoring and beauty salons. Then she told us that for the first
two days of the week we will have to wear a white shirt and black pants for cooking, the next two days for fashion tailoring you can wear whatever you want, and the last two days we will give you
beauty salon training and you can wear whatever you want for that. We all said yes. Mam told me you have to follow our rules so from now on you should not cut your hair and come to class without a
beard on your face and shave your hand & leg also. I said ok.
Before going home that evening, Hema Ma'am gave me veet cream and asked me to shave. I said ok.i went to the bathroom and took veet cream and applied it on my arms & legs. And already I had less
hair on my body. And then I took a trimmer and shaved my beard and moustache. Then removed the hairs on legs and arms. Then I took a bath and went out. I was nude and I was looking at myself in the
mirror . it looks different and I felt very shame.When Priya came home she looked at me and said today you are looking different but looking cute without a beard .xPriya says I have to go out so you
should come with me. I said ok. When she came we both went to a bookstore and saw Jyoti while bringing a book. Jyoti asked me for my mobile number and i gave my mobile number .Then we both talked to
her and priya asked me to leave. Priya took her scooty I sat behind her, then Jyoti asked me " you should drive the scooty, to which Priya smiled. I told Jyoti that I don't know how to drive. Jyoti
says no problem, I will teach you. I said ok and we left. While leaving, Priya asked me Priya took your number only. She did not ask me and my father also her uncle ryt and again she said maybe she
is likes you. I told her don't talk like that, she is just friend to me that's all .Then I told her don't talk like that again .When we went home, mom and aunt Seetha laughed at when they saw me.
Seetha aunty kissed me and said that you are very beautiful. Mom came near me and touched my hand and asked me if I had removed the hair from my hand and I said yes. Mom told me to stay like this and
you looks good, I said ok. While having dinner, father, uncle and Vijay all teased me and mother and aunt supports of me. Mother told me not to worry about what they say. For that, father told mother
that he is like this because of you.
#120
Samantha(Thursday, 20 April 2023 01:28)
Nirmal(A)...Part- 6
Next day I went to college. In our call every girl was seeing me and I felt very shy and I kept my head down. Hema ma'am came to the class and saw me and said you are new looks good, keep it up. At
that everyone in the class laughed and one girl said next time come with girls dress, Hema ma'am became very angry and angrily she said " dont talk like that and dont tease a Nirmal & he is
studying with you, if you do this, Then other class students will do the same, aganin mam said that you should support Nirmal, to which everyone said yes and that girl asked sorry to me . then Hema
ma'am told us that I am I will teach you about cooking and basic beauty class. And everyday all should practice in college and home also. What I will teach you to cook today, all should cook it at
your home and bring it back the next day for lunch and this is the homework I will give you to all.we said yes.
Almost two weeks passed...Every day at least one time jothi will call me & send messages to me . within short time We will become very good friends. Every sunday jothi will come to our home and
pick me . we will go empty the ground and she will teach me bike riding . Starting i felt its difficult to learn but its ok and i can manage. One day may gave us one home work and need to preapare
sambar . SOme students are cooked well but mine is little bad. i felt very bad and I could not do as well as other students. I was a little sad because everyone cooks well and learns tailring but it
was a little difficult for me to learn. hema ma'am consoled me and she said it will be a little difficult to learn all this and I understand your situation. i will tell you one thing " go your home
& ask your mother and she will help you and you can also learn cooking easily. I also used to think that cooking is easy for Hema Ma'am. I said her that I understand that it is very difficult to
bring out the taste as I cannot eat what I have cooked. For that, again Hema Ma'am, it is not as you think, women's life is more difficult than this. She said that you should ask your mother for help
and learn. I said ok too.
I went home and mom and dad were not there. I asked Seeta aunty where is mother, and aunty said your mother are not feeling well so both of them have gone to the hospital. Then my aunt told me to
come home for dinner. I said yes too. That night mother and father came home, father said not to disturb mother and take care of her in the morning. The next morning my father asked me to give this
pill to my mother after eating. I said ok too. Remembering what I had learned, I tried to make dal sambar, then I thought I would make dosa and ask mom to eat it. Then aunt cooked and brought food
and then asked mother to eat. I couldn't do anything. Mother noticed that my face did not change. When aunty left, mother asked me why your face changed now, I said I am cooked for you, mom was very
happy, she asked me to bring what I cooked, I also brought it and mom asked me when did you learn and i said i learning now days mom. She tasted my dosa & sambar and she said it is good and asked
me to bring some more dosa. I was happy to see my mother eating what I cooked. Then I gave my mother pills and asked her to rest.Dad also came home and I gave him what I cooked and was curious to
know what he had to say. Then I made him eat both the sambar given by aunt and the sambar I cooked. He first ate what I cooked and spit it down and said who gave this sambar is not good and said
don't eat it and throw it into carbage. I just thought that if sambar is not good then how did mother eat it. I was confused.i was thinking about how mom ate and she said its taste is good also.Whole
day in college i am thinking about what my dad said about sambar.
#121
Samantha(Thursday, 20 April 2023 03:28)
Nirmal(A)...Part-7
When i came to home from college, directly I went to mom's room and asked mom why did you lie in the morning, how did you eat that samber. I knew my cooking was not good, Dad said that sambar is not
good & asked me to throw in garbage.she said " how could i say the food is not good and that is cooked by my son and he cooked for me'. Again She said that it was really good and i really liked
it. I hugged mom and told her to forgive me for everything, then kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.Then kissed my forehead and asked me when did you learn cooking and i said learning past few
days. Mom asked me to fresh up and i went to my room. Night mom was preparing the dinner. i went to mom and ask her shall i help you in kitchen, mother told no you are a boy why you work in kitchen,
i told i gets bored so i comes to help, mother become happy because she gets help for her house work, she told me to wash the vegetables and cut and she guided me how to cut vegetable, i asked mom to
teach me also cooking . Mom asked me why you want to learn cooking and I said I want to give some rest to you and I will cook for you . Mom started to cry and I wiped her tears , mom hugged me
tightly. After one hour we both finished dinner. i told her daily i will help you in the kitchen and cleaning the house and other house works also.She became very happy.
Sunday mom went to wash clothes and I went behind her and started to help her to wash the clothes. My mom told me " imagine you how previously and now, i siad her previously I will not do any work
and simply sit in my room but today I was washing sarees and helping my mom . she smiled and asked me "Nirmal what happened to you suddenly and why you are behaving like this . i told her i can't
tell you now . she said ok .i asked her dont tell to anyone about this and mom said already told to seetha aunty about you .i said its ok but dont tell to anyone. she said ok. 5 months passed
..everyday i started to help my mother in cooking and cleaning and washing the clothes, i became close to my mother and both of them started to watching serials and ladies program like makeup and
cooking in TV and now i became master in household work and cooking and cleaning and washing. I get training from my mother... like how to be an Indian housewife, where every mother gives to her
daughter but mom is training her son. I also started to grow my hair in the last 5 months .One day, my mum asked me about my hair. I told her that I would like to have long hair. My mom felt happy
and my auntie also supported me.My dad didn't like it. He asked me to cut it but I didn't.he got very angry and scolded, are you trying to grow your hair like your mom. Listening to it, I said yes.
My dad laughed and said, let's see how many days you can grow your hair. I told him, I am not going to cut it. He is getting angry listening to my words and leaves. My mom came towards me. She warned
me, don't speak like this to your dad. I said ok .
We have semester holidays. I am waiting for Kaviya and my brother & Kaviya both to come home.We both looked but didn't speak, still didn't apologize for the fight between us. As usual my brother
teased me and mother and aunt scolded him. That night I went upstairs after eating and Kavya was standing, again we both looked at each other and did not speak. Asusal Next day Jothi came to our home
and I left with Jyoti, at the time i forgeted that Kavya had come. Priya tells Kavya about us and she gets more angry. We left and when we back Kavya looked at me angrily and i dont how to handle
her.Next day also Jyoti came to pick me , i went near and told her , jothi just teaching me the bike riding but kaviya didnt speak anything. I thought Kavya would tell me that I will teach you but
she didn't. Jothi and me left. While teaching i got call from mom mobile.Priya fell down from steps and leg bone is cracked and immediately we came home. I went to Priya's room crying, but she was
not there. When I came out of the room, Priya came opposite. I ran crying and hugged her. Priya asks me what happened and Jyothi tells her what happened. Priya told me I am fine not to cry and I
looked her up and down and smiled, wiping my eyes. Priya held me and kissed me on the forehead and hugged me so much. Then Kavya came there smiling face and said that it was just frank call for that
you are making scene.I got angry and went straight to Kavya and slapped her on the cheek.
#122
Samantha(Friday, 21 April 2023 11:02)
Nirmal(A)...part-8
I told her " Priya is like my own sister, and She always cared for me and always guided me whenever I needed help. She is always with me even during my hard times & my struggles. What you know
about your sister is nothing. From childhood onwards We were always together and I loved playing with her even if I had to play with dolls or tea parties with her. I get teased a lot for playing with
girls and I used to get bullied by others but she is the one protecting me.Now i am telling you " don't play with my emotions and i know what i am doing and don't try to control me " . I want to be
myself so please pls dont disturb me and You don't like right that i am talking to Jyoti .If you don't like Jyoti teaching me to ride a bike, you should teach me to ride a bike right.You are not
teaching me but you are hating Jyothi . Do you know what is the cause of all this, that arrogance and ego of yours?. i don't want to speak with you and i left.i asked sorry to jyothi because of
Kavya.He also went to her home.
Evening Jyoti called me & she said you should not have spoken like that towards kaviya. I asked why are you saying this. Jyoti said Kavya loves you and just she got scared that's why she did
this. Think about her situation' you are going with another girl and she is seeing and she got jealous without understanding kaviya you scolded her and now go and calm her down. I said I will try
too.I tried to speak with kaviya but she is not ready to speak to me. Then i went to priya and asked about that incident, priya said now understand how much you love me as a brother . I asked what I
should do now. Priya laughs and says that you two are fighting for silly matters also right and so it will be fixed in a few days.Priya doesn't know that we both are in love . I don't want to tell
her now so I left. This vacation was not happy for me, I was wondering when I will go to college. My mom asked me, " I have been observing you for a while now and you are always quiet unlike
usual'. I told her I am fine. Mother smiled and said that I knew about my son and hugged me and said that whatever happened will be fine in a few days. I nodded and hugged mom.
Holiday is over...I have to go to college tomorrow. As usual, my brother and Kavya left for Chennai. This time Kaviya left without telling me and I felt very bad and became very sad. After semester
holidays today i went to my college and i felt different feelings and i went to my class room and i sat at my desk. Then my classmates are coming one by one. The first day it went boring . Hema mam
said this semester we will study about fashion and basics beautician courses. Almost 20 days in my class all girls are coming in different colors, dresses and hairstyles and with makeup . Some girls
looked very beautiful but i cant able to tell them. But I always wear a formal shirt and pants to give a good impression. One day hema mam asked me why are you always wearing formal clothes ? if you
have worn a t-shirt and jeans or kurta or some other dresses you would be cute.i blushed a little and i said i will try. Then she said your hair always looks messy so you have to take care of it
also. Now you are studying about fashining and beautification so you have to improve yourself.I said ok. Then we talked for some time.While going mam said " i want to meet your mom if it's possible
to bring your mom tomorrow or when she is free and i said ok.
#123
Samantha(Friday, 21 April 2023 11:21)
Nirmal(A)...Part-9
I knew that Hema would go to the temple, so I decided to take my mother to the temple at the same time. Because if I take mom to college I will have to see the principal and I was afraid that she
will say something about me.On Friday evening I took my mother and went to the temple where Hema mam was coming. Hema mam also came and then I introduced mother to her, Hema mam told me to come
around the temple and she talked to mother for some time, I said yes and they were both talking.I came around and sat next to them and I asked them what they said about me. She told me that all the
students in our class are wearing colorful clothes but you are the only one who is wearing the same pants and shirt. I also told to mam that all the girls look beautiful in that kind of dress, but
the mam laughed and said, "You're sighting our class girls right. i said not like but just i am telling you mam. She said if you want to wear that kind of dress and come to college.I said no, it
won't look good.To that the mam said, I am not asking you to wear women's clothes, I am telling you to wear similar men's clothes. I said ok.Then the mam told me that i will come on sunday with
your mother and we can go buy dresses for you and I said yes. Then my mam brother came there. The mam introduced him to us. She introduced us to him. He and I were only one age apart but he looked
like a big man.I was only his shoulder height. He had thick beard and bulk muscle not like me.
Mom said to mam Nirmal is not like his brother and other boys. he is not muscular and having little long hair till his shoulders. he is not interested in sports also and he likes arts like...drawing
, sketches and painting...Then we came out from temple and Hema brother is having FZ bike and she sat his bike . I have priya scooty and I sat behind my mom . while seeing this hema mam smile at me
& she said bye .Sunday we planned to go shopping to pick a dress for me. Hema mam directly came to the shop and we went to the same shop. Hema came in red tops and jeans and I was surprised . I
wore a formal t-shirt and formal pants. She asked about t-shirts and jeans. I said I don't like to wear t-shirts. That's why I am wearing a formal dress to college .I asked about her dress and
she told me 'while coming to college that time only I will wear saree but at home I will wear western dress only. Hema told me ' today we will pick that. We took a red t-shirt and blue tight jeans
for me and she asked me to change it and I went and wore them and came , both mom and mam said you are looking cute.
I blushed since I never got compliments like that before. mom asked me i will test your taste in dress, so what you are going to take I said formal pants. suddenly mam said that it's old
fashioned, we can take a kurta. I said I have never worn one . Hema mam told you dont like T-shirts right then we can kurtas then mom selected a light green kurta with golden colour pajama and
5 sets plain colour kurtas for college. Mam selected a matching sandal with one inch heels said since you are a little shorter while seeing it would fit for you. So I accepted and happily went
home.Finally we purchased 5 plain kurtas and 5 kurtas for occasion wear and 2 sandals for me. mam asked us shall we leave. i told her wait mam we will go to the saree section and i will buy a saree
for my mom . Then we went and took a dark pink saree with a golden border and mom purchased one more saree of the same colour. then i thought shopping is over we will go to home but hema told we will
go for another shop then we can our home, i said ok.
#124
Samantha(Friday, 21 April 2023 11:23)
Nirmal(A)...Part-10
I asked mam where we were going and she told me, now we are going to the beauty parlour. We went to the beauty parlour, and I told her that I will wait outside. Mam told me that she booked an
appointment for me also. I was shocked. I asked why?? mam told me, you can trim your hair, and you can have some skin treatment also. so now you can come with us.I went inside the beauty parlour. One
of the beauticians made me sit on the chair. i said I don't want to do anything. mom said nothing nirmal just that they will do like massage. I sat on the chair. Then they started to show their work
on me. Soon they trimmed my hair like girls hair bun feminine style. Then they did waxing, threading and all the beauty treatments. When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked. I am looking like a
girl. My eyebrows are shaved nicely but i got very angry and started to shout and cry . mom tried to calm down but she couldn't able to control me. Mom asked sorry to me and she requested me don't
cry and she became very sad and I don't want to disappoint her, so I smiled. Mom felt very happy. Then I went home. My Dad was shocked seeing me like this and he gave a angry look but he didn't
say anything. My aunt saw me and asked me, I told her that I would like to trim my hair. Priya just gave a smile . Priya teased me for some time and she said, "You look very beautiful. i said
thanks.
Priya told me next time you don't go to a beauty salon I will do it for you. I stared at her and again she said you are more beautiful now than before. I looked at her and said don't say that, I felt
very ashamed. She called mother and said that your son is shy, take a look at him. I tried to hit her and she ran away. I chased Priya to beat her and she stood behind my mother and said that next
time I will take Nirmal to the beauty salon. To that mother looked at her and said don't tease my son if you do that I will beat you.Then Priya told me that she won't tease me like that anymore, I
said yes.
The next day after taking a shower I stood in front of the mirror wearing that dress and it was a different look. It seemed that everyone would make fun of me in college so I told my mother that I
didn't go to college. For that mother said first you love yourself, others will love you and they will like you too. I said yes. She said that my son is brave and should not be afraid of all
this and not go to college. I gained courage and left for college, I even asked my mother to come and she came & dropped at college.I slowly walked into my class and sat down, all the girls
coming into the class laughed at me, then teased me, but said something was missing. Hema mam came to the class and she saw me and said that I am looking good , then she also told me that something
is missing. I do not understand what is missing. That evening I came home and told my mother about what they had said. Mother also asked me to wash my face after hearing this. I came to the kitchen
and asked mom what I was missing. Mother turned and looked at me, but there was no bindi on her forehead, and it was not good for her to see without a bindi. Then I told my mother about bindi. Mother
asked me to bring a bindi packet. Then she took one and put it on her forehead and put another one on my forehead and asked me to look in the mirror.I also looked in the mirror and the face was
not good in the morning but now it was beautiful. Mom came near me and said that this was missing. they could not tell you because they are afraid that if they tell you to keep the bindi, you
will think it is wrong and it will create some unwanted uses so that's why they didn't tell you. Now you tell me How are you? After putting the bindi, I bowed my head and said it looks good.
When mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek, she told me that you look so beautiful so keep bindi every day. I said that if father know about bindi , I am afraid of him. For that,
mother said okay, then when father is not there, you keep the bindi on forehead. I also said okay.
#125
Samantha(Saturday, 22 April 2023 10:24)
Nirmal(A)...Part-11
Night time i removed the bindi. If dad knew about my bindi he will scold me . after some time seetha aunt seen me and brought a bindi and placed it between eyebrows and teasingly said now you are a
more beautiful Nirmal. Next day morning I went to my mom's room and take a black small bindi and placed it between my eyebrows. Priya seen me and laughed and said you are going like this to college.
I said yes and she teasingly said ok beauty be careful. she asked me i shall i drop you in college beauty and i siad dont call me beauty and she said now are beauty only nirmal. I haven't understand
and left . she dropped me our college. hema mam seen me with bindi and said wow nirmal and asked about bindi. I told her that yesterday all are told me something is missing nirmal thats why i
put bindi n forehead and mam said beautiful Nirmal . i know that our class girls are teased but they hasn't said anything and maybe they are right it looks beautiful on my face. mam said keep it up.I
went to my class and all girls see me in bindi and said beautiful nirmal and one girl said me bindi is missed yesterday but now its ok and now your looks good. i said thanks. i scared about my class
girls but they are supported me and i likes them.Next day I have worn a purple colour kurta with till ankle length pant and mom gave me yellow bindi . i put on my forehead.Priya seen me and said
teasingly beautiful da Nirmal. I said thanks and she laughed. we went to my college.
One week passed and one day the college principal gifted me a box and I asked what was in box.she said open & see it . Since you are friends, I want to support you and she asked me to accept the
gift. I promised and opened it. It has clutcher of all colors and types as well bindi in different styles. I don't know what to say, it looks girly but I said thank you. Principal mam said daily you
have to wear all those things i said ok. In the evening I showed that to mom and she told me to use it. i said to mom " all my class girls support me and they are beautiful and mom is happy
that i am having more friends.
I smiled at mom that time suddenly my dad came to home and dad seen me and scolded me very badly I said its new trends. he scolded me and ask me remove everything I got scared and Tears
came .mom console me and said your dad is not knowing the current trend so don't cry and mom kissed me in forehead. I felt comfortable in her hands.i nodded my head. Next day She combed my hair
and took the hair which is covering my ears and pinned it back using a hairpin. She did the same on the other side. And said if she is important I have to keep it like that.
Then I went to college everyone said Nirmala is beautiful Nirmal.we are happy that we are having a our friend nirmal with fashion sense. Hema mam & Principal mam came to our class and they both
appreciated me for my fashion sense. Evening i went home dad saw me and scolded me I said this is college rules and i have to do . Dad is angry and left. Next day I wore a orange t-shirt and jeans
and clutcher and an orange bindi and i went to college. daily i used to wear a matching dress with bindi .Hema mam asked me to follow the same dress pattern for this full semester.
#126
Samantha(Saturday, 22 April 2023 10:34)
Nirmal(A)...Part-12
Now, it's been 1 and half years. My hair crossed my mid back and touched my hips. But till now, I never agreed with my mom and priya to braid my hair. I just used a rubber band till now. Everyone in
the college used to tease me and my friends used to encourage me to grow my hair. Priya always teased me that soon you are going to wear a braid. I got angry and Started scold priya.My mom just now,
completed braiding priya's hair. And she asked me to sit before her. I was shocked. I said no but my mom gave me an angry look, so I went out. One day, it's Women's day. I wished her and I said "
Mom, today you take a rest and I will do all the works.she asked me for a gift and I asked her, what do you want?? She smiled and told me that she wanted to braid my hair, I was shocked. I don't know
what to say. I can't deny it. I said OK.
My mom felt happy and told me to sit in front of her. My mom took a comb and started to brush it. After some time, she parted my hair and started to braid it. She slowly braids my hair. Finally she
braided my hair and told me, your first braid is ready. I thought of going to college but my mom told me that she wanted to go to the temple with her. We called Priya, who is in her room. She was
surprised to see me in a braid. She told me your braid is very thick and strong. I just smiled at them. We started to go to the temple. While I was walking my braid was swinging. My mom told me, it
is a great feeling when your braid touches your back. I was shocked and started to think about how my mom knew what I was thinking. We went to a temple. And my mom kept kumkam in a way that it looks
like bindi. I don't know about it. Suddenly someone pulled my braid, and it's my friend Joythi. She told me, finally you started to wear braids just like us. I told her that It is only for today. She
asked me why not, it is difficult to handle long hair unless you wear braids. She told me, today you are going to feel the difference between wearing braids and keeping your hair loose.
Then I went to college with Priya while my mom went home..
I went to my class and I wished everyone a Happy Womens day. Hema was surprised to see me in a braid. She appreciates me. Entire day I had to do practice, at that time my braid used to come front and
I had to put it back. Hema suggested that I keep my braided front side, and I did just like they said.
At the end of the, I felt that braids are much better than loose hair. Evening I went home, keep my braided front side. My mom saw it and asked me, "Are you getting used to the braid? I immediately
pushed my braid back. My mom laughed and pinched my cheeks.My mom again asked me to braid my hair, I agreed and sat before her. She again combed my hair neatly. Mom said Seetha aunty wants to see
you, i said ok. She is teasing me, saying this is your first braid. I simply listen to everything. When Priya's brother and her dad saw me, they just sarcastically smiled. I went to see my aunt
and she couldn't stop laughing seeing me in a braid. I got angry and I was about to leave the room. She said sorry and pulled my hands. As she pulled me, my hair swing like a rope. I sat on the bed.
she consoled me saying, one day everyone believes you and until then you have got used to your hair. Saying so, she again started to tease me, showing her hair which is as long as my hair.
Next day I was ready but I thought the braid was comfortable, so I went to my mom and with shyness I asked my mom to braid my hair. My mom laughed and asked me to wait for 5 minutes. With a comb I
started to brush my hair.I sat before her. My mom oiled my hair and started to brush it and started to braid it. My mom braided my hair very tightly. At the end she added an elastic rubber
band. She teased me saying, now your hair is till your hips and very thick like girls.. i didn't react but i felt very comfortable in braids but before my hair is flowing all over face and it's very
irritating me but now no need worry about my hair. Daily i used to braid my hair & i am going to college.
#127
Samantha(Saturday, 22 April 2023 12:41)
Nirmal(A)...part -13
10 days passed...One day evening around 7 PM, my mom's friend Reema and her daughter Seema came to our home. I saw her 3 years ago. She went to an outstation for studies, now she has returned
after 3 years. They sat on the sofa and my mom asked me to give them a cup of coffee. I made it and gave it to them. After I served it, I returned to the kitchen. Then she saw my long braided hair.
She asked me to come back. I did just like she said. She came to me and asked me to turn back. With hesitation I did then she pulled my long hair and said, it is real. You have grown your hair very
long. She told my mom that if he has long hair and does household work then why is he still wearing male clothes? I was shocked. But my mom didn't answer. i stared at her and she made fun of me and
later Priya also joined them. i don't know what to do .
After 30 minutes Reema Aunty wakes up and says i will leave now & i will come later. Mom asked her to have dinner here but aunty said its ok and i will leave. i said don't worry about it, dinner
is already completed and Seema was surprised to see that the dining table was decorated with dinner .
aunty - Nirmal , from which hotel you ordered this food .
Me - I prepared this food .
Aunty- wow Nirmal , i never knew you know how to cook .
Me - Usually mom will cook so i want to help her and dad is mostly busy and outside food doesn't suit his stomach .
After eating the food aunty & seema was stunned. It was wonderful
Aunty - this food is great , you cook much better than my daughter .
Seema staring at me .
Mom - not only cook, he will keep the house properly , he cooks dinner for us and he is the best son.
Me - thanks mom , anything for you .
aunty - you have got a very good son and he behaved like a gentleman and I like him.
Mom - you know reema he is sweet sensitive lean fair and beautiful and always he will support me.
Aunty -you are lucky and nirmal knows how to take care of your home and your husband . but I always thought that Seema was more like a boy than a girl and she would not do work at home.
nirmal looking very beautiful & all girls like him.
Me - why aunty ?
Aunty- oh sweety , you are so cute . You are more like a girl than a boy , and I mean it as a compliment , you are so sweet and caring . In many ways you are like your mother .
Me- *blushing* stop it aunty and i became very angry . Please don't tease me .
Priya & Seema were laughing while hearing aunty's statement.
Then after some time they left . Mom kisses on my cheeks and says you don't have to be shy in front of anyone,don't feel shy. I am your mom . I was sure you were a good son and she placed black bindi
on the lower neck.Mom said all are jealous of my son . Priya started to tease me and I was just blushing and trying to stop them from teasing but it didn't work . We started eating and Priya started
praising me.
She said oh my god you have magic in your hands. She asked me to sit near him. She held my hands and said these hands can work magic.suddenly mom said dont tease my son in front of me and she said
really food was awesome and mom came & kissed my forehead. Later my dad came and my mom served food for him and he tasted and said food was out of the world. Dad asked mom who prepared the food
and mom saw me , I gave a signal like pls dont tell him .Then my mom managed the situation. Finally dad appreciated my mom and he left. Then I came to mom and she hugged me and I said thanks to her.
I went to my room.
One day while cooking I noticed that my nails are long now. They were also dirty. I went to Priya about this problem. She said either you can cut them short or you can have a french manicure. I said
I don't want to cut them. She said okay don't worry. I will apply clear crystal nail polish on his toes and feet. After that i was happy that i will get to keep his nails long. She told me you have
to do this every week. i said its ok. I showed it to mom and she said it looks beautiful. Our class girls saw that nailpolish and some of the girls teased me. You have improved a lot and keep it up.
Hema mam saw tha nail polish and she didn't tell anything about my nail polish but she said about my lips. again she said your lips are dried and sometimes blood will come so make your lips juicy and
i will protect from pain and you will not get hurt. I said ok.
#128
Ashwini(Tuesday, 25 April 2023)
My story after quite a gap........ Real had caught up with me.
Hope you all love and support me like earlier....
The artist and the art – part 1
‘Ashwin dear, I am ready, lets go to mom’s place.’ Akshara ushered in the living room from their bed room. ‘Ok….’ Ashwin shrugged. He was just casually browsing the magazine till his wife was getting
ready. He picked up car keys and they drove towards her mom’s place. They entered his in-laws home. The middle aged mom welcomed her daughter who was working as an executive in a big company, all
engrossed in her work. They went inside, in mom’s room. Out of modesty, Ashwin waited in the drawing room, flipping through TV channels.
Ashwin, a passionate artist – a painter and sculptor remembered their first meet in an arts festival almost 2 years ago. She had come with her friend nidhi and lingered over his paintings. Mostly
showing girls dressed in trendy outfits, both traditional ethnics as well as modern westerns. Her overall body language was commanding. Her friend was all in praise of the paintings as he approached
them. Akshara was quiet, she was just watching him, as he spoke softly with her friend. And he felt her presence more than her bubbly friend. The two girls visited all four days, ending with some
nice acquaintance, cup of coffee and nidhi informing him about Akshara’s interest in him, when she had ‘excused herself for an urgent phone call’. One thing led to another. Akshara always getting
what she wanted, and he had only an uncle and aunty to call as seniors for consent to the marriage, things moved rather fast. They were in a wedlock in a few months.
Her dominance also showed in their intimate moments and she would ‘choose’ him when she ‘needed’. They used to do it only sparsely later on. The chemistry had faded rather fast. Ashwin used to be
alone, deep in his creative work mostly. The only appreciation and appreciation came from Nivedita Akshara’s sister-in-law. Ashwin’s eyes always roamed around to see her around. Her cheerful
presence, caring attitude and beauty had conquered his heart since the beginning. Today as well, he was searching for her.
#129
Ashwini(Wednesday, 26 April 2023 02:46)
Thank you Poornima..... such a pleasure reading from you again. thanks for the kind words. I will try my best in this one also.
The artist and the art – part 2
Ashwin was listlessly browsing through channels, full of news, drama, crime, finance, scams and what not. It always used to hit him hard mentally. He possessed the sensitive mind of an artist, which
could not stay immune to this bombarding. Inadvertently, he settled on channels of arts and fashion. His favourite channels were haute couture – expensive fashionable clothes prepared and presented
by big fashion houses. He was lost into those for some time, when suddenly he was distracted by a tap on his shoulder. He startled and looked behind. ‘Hi Ashwin, you always are so engrossed in these
channels….. leave some domain for us girls at least’ he heard a beaming, smiling Nivedita, who moved around to face him. He reciprocated with his own kind of sheepish smile, as if he was caught doing
something wrong. In front of him was Nivedita, a young vibrant lady in her late twenties, almost of the same age as Akshara, his wife. She had a worn a black salwar kurti that hugged her curvy
feminine body. The black background of the dress contrasted with the white and light beige Warli painting patterns artfully printed all over the kurti. She has tied her hair in a messy bun. A tote
bag hung across her shoulder, running right through the gap on her bosom, in a way diagonally parting the pair of lovely breasts she was endowed with. Her light makeup was smeared a bit, thanks to
her outing, but it still accentuated her lovely oval face, with the light pink lip stick still highlighted. As usual, he was happy seeing her, but unable to express his happiness verbally, but his
expressive face always announced that.
#130
Ashwini(Wednesday, 26 April 2023 02:47)
The artist and the art – part 3
‘So, where is Akshara?’ she kept the bag aside and plonked herself on the sofa in front of him. ‘I should have known…..’ she smirked.’ Sorry for asking this meaningless question…. Pointing her finger
towards their common in-laws room. Then, over a glass of orange juice, they sipped over many topics like his plan of developing sketches of tribal women showcasing their jewellery, talks with a
publisher for a book on sketches and all. She always admired him, as a person as a creator. Also they shared a commonality, that their spouses were aloof and detached from them. Atman, her hubby,
Akshara’s elder brother was a masculine version of the same business minded acumen and emotionlessness that she had demonstrated. In an year after their marriage 3 years ago, it was learnt that he
wouldn’t be able to give her a child, Nivedita’s world had fallen apart. Her passion, zeal and positive attitude towards life had taken a jolt. He then went abroad, for ‘better business prospects’
least interested in taking her along, nor was she keen on that. Mother-in law of both Ashwin’s and Nivedita’s was like a colourless, odourless, tasteless chemical. No personality, just a listless
human being, navigated by others.
That void of loneliness was naturally filled by the artist and a human she felt in Ashwin and the feeling was mutual, and they were getting closer and closer, day by day. Sharing their minds out was
a favourite relaxation for both.
#131
Ashwini(Friday, 28 April 2023 02:30)
The artist and the art – part 4
“So, how did you get into becoming an artist? Not into the usual Engineer, Doctor kinda fancy professions? “ Nivedita asked, while they were chatting, waiting for their in-law and Akshara to
re-appear from their discussion. “umm..well…. I think I just answered my inner call perhaps. I was more into arts, colors, decorations all….all kind of what you may call as ‘girly’ stuff. But that
sense is in my from inside. My mother was far more protective of me, because of my lack of physical strength. She wouldn’t let me mix with other boys, who would tend to bully me. Being a single
child, I was my parents’ treasure, till they passed away, in a span of 2 months, one after another. My father also allowed me to blossom the way I wished to, during my teens. Before my birth, they
had a very young daughter, who couldn’t survive for even a fortnight. So, they had prayed for a daughter, when they took another chance. Also signs of foetus growth during pregnancy, the Chinese and
traditional Indian horoscopes predicted that a beautiful girl child would be born. They had decided to give the same name ‘Ashwini’ to me, that they had planned for their young one earlier. But in
came…rather….. out came myself. “ Ashwin paused and grinned… “A baby boy… “ “ You have the looks of your mom, her soft tender sweet face, beautiful eyes, thin lips, fair complexion…. I have seen her
photograph in your room. Plus a complexion , which would be the envy of the models and actresses. I guess you have it ‘all’ except ‘where it matters’ Nivedita giggled. Ashwin took the comment
sportingly. That was Nivedita, bubbly, smart and factual. “Yes…. In a way, their wish, before you were born, your physical and mental built, your wishes, hobbies made you, what you are…. An amazing
artist with lovely looks and fine caring loving attitude. You are my only friend here”
And she gripped my hand suddenly. Feeling her touch for the first time…it was such a comfort and warmth he felt then. It was more than what I had imagined, how she would touch like…. She was so
different than the frigid, cold touch of Akshara… my better half (should I say…bitter half??) It cant be described in words. Her soft warm touch, the urge conveyed through her touch. Her eyes oozing
with a mix of passion and compassion also focussed onto mine. It was not known to either of us, who was comforting the other. We kind of lost our sense of time for a while, before recovering. “ I am
your friend, Nivedita….forever…..we are together….. true to the proverb, a friend in need is a friend indeed” Ashwin patted her hand with his, before separating their hands. Nivedita blushed, having
realized that they had been in a ‘hand-embrace’ for a while….. “Ashwin…. The feelings are mutual. I am behind you ….always…..around you, supporting you.”
#132
Ashwini(Friday, 28 April 2023 07:04)
The artist and the art – part 5
We were in a trance, but came back to ‘normal’ after some sweet moments. Akshara and her mom came out from her room, after a few minutes. “Good that Nivedita has also come. It would reduce me
repeating things for her “ She paused, seating herself in an easy chair. She cleared her throat and told, primarily me and Nivedita, her mom was already onboarded.
“I am looking for a job switch from Mumbai to Bengaluru for better prospects. I am in the middle management in here, and I have an opportunity in a set up there for pushing in senior management. So,
in a few days time, I am shifting there. “ This was more of an information, rather than anything else. In the present era, Ashwin was aware that you don’t need a ‘consent’ from your husband, but some
reasonable discussions, before arriving at a decision can least be expected. “ And….” He was cut short “ And I would be joining in 10 days from now. I would pay the salary here, in lieu of a notice
period not given” “And…..” “And, you are NOT coming with me. You stay in Mumbai, which is in the best interest of both of us”. All decisions were taken. Ashwin was visibly shocked, since this was
unexpected, Nivedita surprised. “You have your arts activities going on here. Although you don’t make any money out of it, atleast it keeps you engaged. What benefit may I have in having you there,
more as a liability. You don’t even know how to cook. You are unemployed here, you will be unemployed there.”
“Didi, its not about how much money one makes. Artists do not get break that easily. They don’t bring a fixed income at home every month. Also, there are many things, like being together, especially
when you are moving in a new city. Being together, is a big support when things around you are changing” Nivedita, tried to speak on behalf of Ashwin.
“I don’t need anybody. My work would keep me focussed and I need no further support. I am going to be given a 2-BHK flat in a nice quiet locality there, which I would be only using for sleep and
morning chores, nothing else. He would simply pester around, without any of his life he has over here. “ Like brother, like sister. She had heard similar remarks by Atman, when he blamed her, for not
bearing a child, while his tests revealed issues in his sperm. In an irritated mindset, he abandoned her and had left. “So, I came here to speak with mom, about this development. “ “What do I do now?
“ Ashwin asked. “Your call. Either stay here, get a maid to cook, pay her from your paltry savings. Cauz I am gonna need my hiked salary, to meet my new purchases and expenses for settling in a new
city there. Or………” “ Or what?” “You can come and stay here, with mom and Nivedita. No rush….. you have some days to decide. Mom is OK with it, and I guess Nivedita and you get along fairly nicely as
well. But you are NOT coming to Bangaluru with me. That’s final. “
#133
New world(Saturday, 29 April 2023 06:21)
Rashika & Neha both went to sleep and on the other hand, and Arpan & mohan also went to sleep but the poor sissy husband cant do it as men were not allowed to relax in the day light. so they
both went for bath and then they both dressed in a silk g string to cook and clean the house and arrange it for the night ,
after they were done they went to Rasshika and woke him up and mouni asked how was my daughter , to that rashikaa replied she is to hard she is very wild you can see her love bites all over my body ,
mouni was quick to console rasshika know u are her property and she is very dominant , and you will become used to it as she punishes me like a animal , and this is the fate of mens , mita asked her
to get a bath and be ready as its tea time and you to serve tea to your husband , mouni added she dont like mens with clothes and they both laughed .
rassikha bathed dryed herself mouni put make up and mita made tea . mita handed tea tray with snacks to raashikha , mouni interuppted and asked mita why not u serve the tea i will serve to mohan and
rasshika will serve to arpan , mita was quick to recognize but was helpless , raashika new whats going to happen with him & his father , he took the second tray and started moving to the guest
bedroom in 5 inch heels stark naked and reached his motehr in law arpan kissed her feet and said wake up my lord i have brought tea and snacks for you , after 4 times of repeat request arpan opened
his eyes seeing the beauty of his son in law she smiled and said i want something more , raashika replied your order is my command my lord and kissed her feet , arpan signed her to keep the tray on
the bed table and removed the sheet , her cock which was semi erect and signaled rasshika rasshika went on the bed and stared sucking cock of arpan , arpan was enjoying tea and her raashika sucking ,
arpan took a biscuit in one hand and took raashika head from other hand , like a pray raashika watched what to do , arpan gaved her the biscuit to have a bite than she eated it and raised raashika in
her lap and started love making and fondling him , raashikha to responded the love making by offering his lips arpan smooched her and then he offered his boobs to arpan arpan enjoyed her boobs
fondled them and bited them , now arpan cock was erect she signalled him to go on all fours and started fucking him , raashika was making great sounds , mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhahahhhhhhhhhhhh , arpan was in 7 heaven
#134
Ashwini(Sunday, 30 April 2023 00:42)
The artist and the art – part 6
They drove home after sometime. They didn’t speak a single word during the journey back home. This was the distance developed between them. Sometimes Ashwin wondered, why did they got married? Was it
so impulsive?.
In a few days time, Akshara sorted out her things, packed up the essentials and left for Bengaluru. Nothing much spoken in between. It was as if they were roomies, and one found a better place to
stay and left. Ashwin felt, even the roomies would have parted ways rather better. Nivedita called Akshara once in between to reconsider her decision or at least move along with Ashwin, as a couple
should do. “ why did you not do this when it was your turn? “ was a sarcastic response she received.
Indeed the next few days were adjustment only for Ashwin. He was sure that his ‘wife’ if he could still call her, would have adjusted to her new workplace, new colleagues, new city, new atmosphere as
easily as a fish does in water. Ashwin was a sensitive soul. He had been slowly and surely getting hurt, getting numb with the behaviour of Akshara over the past couple of years. Yet, he felt the
void of not seeing her, not having her around. He even lost his creative touch, and also was experiencing a ‘bad patch’ as an artist.
A fortnight later, early morning while he was having some light sleep after a sleepless tiring night, full of disturbing thoughts, he received a call from Nivedita. The timing of the call as well as
her tone, shook him up. “Maa ji has fallen in her bathroom and is unable to move and is kind of unconscious. I have called the neighbor from the next bunglow, but he is not responding. I am going
there, but Ashwin…. Please come. I need you here.” Her voice was trembling. Within no time he prepared himself and rushed to the in-laws bunglow. A tense Nivedita immediately opened the door and led
him in. The MIL was still numb, in trauma after the fall and was semi conscious, yet with any touch to her feet, she was screaming agonizingly. He somehow dragged her in her bedroom. She had called
an ambulance. “ The neighbors have gone to meet their relatives in Dubai. The watchman there is coming. “ just then he arrived and now with his assistance, they shifted her to the ambulance and then
Nivedita accompanied her in the ambulance, while Ashwin followed in the car behind them.
The Casualty section, primary examination, shifting to a special room, doctor’s visit all took its own time and stress. The old lady was diagnosed with multiple fractures in both legs and a
concussion in the head with the impact, although it revealed no major brain issue. They called their spouses after this entire episode. With Atman giving irritating response when he was disturbed,
while enjoying a dinner party in US and hung up after listening Nivedita, stating he would call back later. Akshara didn’t pick up 4 calls, didn’t see Ashwin’s whats ap and later, sent a message that
‘assuming’ this message to be true, she would deposit money in their joint account, strictly to be used for mom’s hospitalization and she wont be coming there unless it is ‘dire neceesary’.
Seated by her bedside, both simply shook their heads, having heard each other. “we are not her blood relation, but she doesn’t matter for those who are…. Isn’t it ironic, Ashwin? I will stay here
with mom, and I request you to stay with us…. I can’s take up this burden alone… “ her voice was shaking, eyes watery. She rested her head on his shoulder and started sobbing. “ok… I will be there,
with you….we are together for each other….”
#135
Ashwini(Sunday, 30 April 2023 01:25)
The artist and the art – part 7
While MIL was still drowsy under the sedatives, Nivedita rushed back home, did her essentials, and returned to the hospital. In the mean time, Ashwin did the basic payments, contacted the doctors
handling the lady’s case. He learnt that the fractures would take some time to heal, given her age and extent of damage. Also they would need to take the MRI and also be vigilant in future, for some
irregularities, since brain damage is still very unpredictable.
When Nivedita returned, he went to his place, had a bath, packed a few essentials, and returned to the bunglow. The ‘bai’ had in the mean time came, and prepared the food. A big relief for Ashwin,
since he was tired of eating junk food and stale food, that he had to manage with, since he couldn’t afford a full time kitchen assist now. “I think I would be relatively comfortable here. At least
first time after my childhood I am going to stay with someone, who cares for me and I care for. “ he mused. He unpacked his stuff. A few t-shirts, a kurta or two, a few jeans…. And dumped them in
their guestroom. Then he went to load his used clothes from yesterday in the washing machine in the bathroom. He leant and dumped his in the front load machine. Just then, he saw Nivedita’s clothes
also, in an adjacent bucket….. ‘she would have just rushed through her bath’, he thought ‘and would have forgotten to run a round of the washing machine, or perhaps wont have had time for that’ he
bent and picked up her clothes….. her soft kurti and salwar, her….. her black bra and……..and her pink panty….. ohh godddd……..her…..her raw musky sweet scents hit his nostrils very hard. Her body
fragrances, add to it her sweat………. It was a sudden ‘surgical strike’ of nasal pleasures, he had encountered and he simply surrendered…. His knees went weak, he closed his eyes, he would see a
smiling Nivedita in front - perky, curvy, soft, oozing with all desirable womanly attributes ……. These were the scents she had trailed and unknowingly he had been registering them, when he was
around.
Many animals leave their musk as a trail to seduce the opposite sex and then they elope………. Nasal senses are just as strong as others…. These are more primitive, more raw, more wild. Mankind has
learnt to seduce through touch, through looks, through charming words for the other sex, or by passionate kiss. But this was a sudden animalistic charge of sheer feminine odours on the poor deprived,
tense, dreamy artist in Ashwin and within seconds, he had fallen prey to that.
“oghhhhh Nivedita….. Nivi…..” he exhaled steamy breath while pushing his head in her clothes and inhaled and inhaled and inhaled till his lungs were full of her ……. He…he couldn’t get enough of
her……. He felt he had a big hard on…….. the world around him spun and he was teleported to the world of bliss.
He drew out his cock and started jerking it off , clasped his hard penis with his slender fingers and within no time that he was close, then he picked up her panty and jacked off his cum in it. It
burst in her soft feminine inners in waves of pleasure….. like tsunami’s built in heaven. It was wild, it was intense and…..and he had not released in ages…. He spent the load of his lifetime there.
Suddenly he grew weak in knees after the discharge. He was just like that, god knows… for how many minutes. Then he marginally cleaned the panty under tap water and dumped it besides her other
clothes and started the machine, with shaking hands. He walked out of the bathroom gingerly, wiped out the sweat off his forehead and sunk on the sofa, all exhausted but deep in the mind, very happy.
A tense morning surprising ending with a moment to cherish for his further lifetime.
#136
Ashwini(Monday, 01 May 2023 02:04)
The artist and the art – part 8
He came to his senses in a while. ‘Did I do right or wrong? Was it the devil throwing his rope of lust around his neck or was it a blissful angel giving him blessing?’ he was thinking, but the angel
won the battle on the battle field of his mind. If the act was pleasing, it did not hurt anyone, how can that be wrong? He justified his own deed and was ‘mentally certified’ to do it again (and
again and again….!!). He slept in the guest room, now overwhelmed and tired by the ‘excitement and efforts’. He woke up, in the afternoon, feeling hungry. He saw a message from Nivedita, that mom is
still drowsy and needs attention there. If he could come and relieve her in the evening, she would return home for a few hours. Ashwin remembered her, (and her clothes) fondly and gave her a thumbs
up on the chat. Then he had his lunch. While eating, and watching TV, suddenly an idea, rather an urge crossed his mind. He hurriedly finished his lunch and went across to Nivedita’s room. He twisted
and pushed the handle and made his way in her room. Oghhh….. God…same trailing scents …..scents that made him wild a few hours ago. She had a nice double bed in a corner, with a properly laid
bedsheet over it. Some blanket at the feet and 2 soft pillows the opposite side. He looked around. There was a full size sliding wardrobe, fit across the entire wall that he could see, plus a full
size dressing table with some drawers below and to either sides. It was literally her room… only her room, untouched by anyone other than her. He was perhaps the first male to enter her room, after
Atman had left. The room was artistically decorated with a mix of pastel and lavender shades…. Her favorites. He was spellbound. Again the angel (or the devil??) was taking over.
He stood at the centre of the room, looking around , soaking in the atmosphere around him. He could hear the ticking sound of a wall clock, that showed around 4.00 in the evening. He reached her
wardrobe. His heartbeats could be heard in his ears, with absolute quiet around him. ‘is this how thieves feel when they intrude into someone’s privacy?’ he thought as he applied slight push and the
sliding door of the wardrobe and it slid open, revealing the treasure of a ripe young woman’s clothing and accessories in front of the dumb stuck (and hard) Ashwin.
He could see a variety of dresses – salwar kameez, ghaghra choli, patiyala suits in a segment, the next one full of lovely sarees and blouses and adjacent to that were even western outfits. One
piece, skirt tops, spaghetti strap dresses. Wow !! he exclaimed. Below that level, were 3 sliding drawers, each one below the tall three vertical stacks. He pulled one out, revealing a variety of
bras!! Conventional ones, Front open, transparent stripes. Some full support, some invisible neckline, some padded, some non-padded, wired…. Gosh….. he felt goosebumps, touching them. So soft, so
smooth…..the next drawer had number pf panty and slips etc. The third drawer was locked. May be she had some gold, silver or other ornaments, some cash and other stuff their.
Ashwin smirked. A plan for the night was cooking in his ‘angelic’ (or should we now say ‘devilish’?) mind.
#137
Ashwini(Tuesday, 02 May 2023 03:37)
The artist and the art – part 9
After ‘soaking in’ the room, as if he was doing a reiki, Ashwin made a cup of tea for himself and went to the hospital to meet the injured lady. He saw that the poor lady had both her legs in
plaster!! And they had bandaged her head as well.
“Mom has been experiencing so much of pain, since the sedations lost their effect and the doctors dont want to keep her sedated throughout. Perhaps, in the night, they would give some medications
through IV. Also, she has been complaining of a mild headache, so they took her despite this condition for an MRI. The doctor in-charge would consult a neurologist and would let us know on that
front. “Nivedita was concerned and stressed. “Good that I have you around. Now I will go home, make something for dinner and return. Although they have 24 x 7 nursing support, doctor insisted that I
should be here, if some decisions are to be taken, and off course mom would be comfortable with me around here.” He simply nodded. Aswin was a reliable follower, what ever the situation.
He spent some restless hours there, with the old lady complaining of her pains, recognizing him sometimes, sometimes not. Who loves to be in the hospital anyways!! To distract his mind, he
consciously tried to remember the lovely moments he experienced in the morning. The sun set and by donner time, the obedient daughter-in-law returned. They discussed a few general things. They
decided a time to relieve her the next day.
When he reached home, he had his dinner, planning his ‘raid on her treasures’. He had been nurturing the girly feelings, and suddenly he had a vent!! After dinner, he ensured that the main door was
locked and entered her room, with a ‘mann me laddoo futaa’ feeling. This was a situation he had never dreamt of. He inhaled the lingering scents in the room and slowly disrobed his t-shirt and
trousers. He was in his boxer shorts…. His pecker inside had already awakened partially!! She had neatly kept her salwar suit she had worn through out the day on her bed. He picked it up and inhaled
it…. Ogh…. Yess……. Nivedita’s ripe body smell, musky and strong, a bit sweaty as well. He kept it back and opened her wardrobe cabinet. He picked up a pale blue salwar kurta from her hangar there. He
was already in his shorts only. He was someone, who resembled her physique as well. He wore the salwar…. Ogh……what a feeling as the soft fabric brushed his calves and thighs and he strung the knot.
He NEEDED this…. He knew, he belonged here….. he had these inhibited emotions, that had surfaced suddenly. He pushed his head through the V-neck of the kurti, and pushed his hands through the half
sleeves. It snug fitted him very well. His longer hair rolled over, touching his shoulders. He walked and saw his image in a full length mirror. He was happy with what he saw… but he was still
looking like a man draped in a salwar suit. He enjoyed it, but knew, he needed to ‘go deeper’ in this….. he had to…. The feelings were divine and the opportunity to try this was once in a
lifetime!!
#138
Nandini(Friday, 05 May 2023)
Prisoner of Nath:
Chapter 1 - The failed escape
The guards caught me as I was trying to escape the walls of the city. As I raised my knee over the wall and was about to make the leap towards my freedom, a hand grabbed my leg! I looked back and saw
a warrior standing below me on the ladder. No way I was going to be captured! I pushed him and hit his chest and head so that he falls. But he barely moved. The warrior grabbed me by collar and threw
me down the ladder. The sudden impact of falling on the ground knocked me out my senses.
When I came to my senses, I was being dragged towards the palace by two huge warriors who were almost double my size. My hands were tied behind my back. And my feet were tied together. They didn't
want me trying to escape again. I looked around the city. My city. It was all fire and blood now. The enemy had attacked with all their might. But the kingdom's army fought back bravely. It was a
long night and the swords kept clashing until sunrise. In the end, kingdom's army defeated the enemies. The city was saved. But the battle had resulted in a lot of loss. Houses were burning and
soldiers lay dead and injured around the city which had turned into a battlefield. I was responsible for this. Now I am being dragged to the palace to answer for my crimes.
The guards pulled me into the court and made me stand in the centre. They stepped two paces back. The court was in full attendance. Looks like all the ministers survived the battle. There were other
onlookers as well in court, perhaps they were here to witness my trial. The king and queen sat at the throne. King was in his Armor, having arrived at the court directly from the battle.
Turning his attention to me the king said "We trusted you with the secrets of the kingdom. And you betrayed us. You gave away sensitive information like our troop size and locations, blueprints of
the city, just for some money."
"I didn't know I was supplying the information to the enemy my lord. The information seekers had approached me for this information with the intent of knowledge gathering for the art of warfare. They
represented a school from a faraway kingdom. Little did I know that the enemy was seeking this information for an attack." I spoke.
"Don't take us for fools. You knew everything. But chose to ignore it until your pockets were filled." said the king. He continued "And let's say this was a genuine mistake. You still had the option
of approaching us and admitting your mistake when you heard that enemy was at the gates yesterday. Instead, you chose to secretly run away."
"I was afraid my lord. I was afraid for my life." I cried.
"Coward. And a traitor. You don't deserve to live in this kingdom. A man without honour is no man. Guards, take this man away and execute him." said the king.
I shook with terror at that. I wanted to live. No! No this can't be happening. The guards took me by the arms and were about to drag me when the queen interjected. "Wait." said the queen. A silence
hung over the entire courtroom after her words. "Your grace, before we do away with this traitor, I have a suggestion." The king looked at her "Speak your heart my queen".
The queen said "You spoke the truth my king when you said a man without honour is no man. And I think we should show our kingdom that with an example. If we kill this traitor now, no one will take
attention of it. The city has seen a lot of killings today and it will be just one more. But I have a punishment in mind for this traitor that will set an example for the entire kingdom to never
repeat the mistake what this man did. This sort of punishment has never been given to any prisoner and this traitor would be the first specimen for it. And because of its novelty, our kingdom and
possibly even kingdoms beyond will talk about the traitor and what happens to men who put their kingdom in danger and runaway."
Everyone was shocked and surprised on hearing the queen. I was totally confused what she meant. What punishment could be worse than dying? From my perspective, whatever it was, it was a life boon to
me. For that I would be eternally grateful to the queen. The king was intrigued. "What do you suggest my queen?"
"Give me a day's time. I will have the traitor in front of court again tomorrow. And you will see for yourself. Oh, it will be quite a sight!" said the queen.
"I trust you, my lady. I am quite intrigued to see your plans." Saying so the king adjourned the court.
The guards took me away to the prison chambers. I didn't know it was only the start of my nightmare.
#139
Nandini(Friday, 05 May 2023)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 2 - The transformation (Part 1)
I woke up with from the sunlight shining bright on my face. I was in a prison cell and the morning rays from the tiny window brought the greeting of a new day with it. "Oh, the princess is up!" a
voice startled me out of my thoughts. I looked outside the cell gate and saw the queen standing there with couple of her servants and guards. "My lady." I got up and responded, out of respect.
"Are you ready to start your new life?" asked the queen. "Yes mi'lady. I shall be eternal grateful to you for this chance. I will show my gratitude my being a good man." I said honestly.
"Oh, good you shall be. But the chance of being a man you have lost. You begin your new life with a new identity." said the queen, with a smirk on her face.
"I didn't get you m'lady." I said.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll understand soon." said the queen "Guards, get him out. We need to get her ready to be presented in front of the court in two hours."
Get 'her' ready? I was confused who she was referring to. The guards held me by the arms and dragged me out. I walked with everyone else towards the exit of the prison. We left the prison yards and
started walking towards the women's section of the palace. I was here for the first time. Men are not allowed to enter this section unless absolutely necessary. Maybe queen wanted me to meet the lady
she referred in the prison cell.
As we walked more deeper into the women's side of the palace, all the women lined our path to take a closer look at us. In fact, they were all looking at me. Some with anger and scorn, which was
understandable. But most of them were giggling and looked at me with eyes filled with pleasant surprise. We finally halted at a room and went inside. It was a pretty room filled with pretty colors,
painted pictures and curtains. Wow! I didn't know a women's room could be so pretty.
"Welcome. This is your new home from now on m'aam" said the queen.
"Why do you call me m'aam ? And how can I stay in women's quarters ?" I asked, pretty confused at this point.
"Oh yes. You can stay here once all the talented ladies here transform you." said the queen.
It finally dawned on me. My new identity is going to be a lady in the palace. I fumbled for words but couldn't find them. "Transform me.. into a woman ?" I managed to say.
"Not just a woman. You will be inducted into womanhood today. And to mark this special occasion you will be dressed as a traditional desi bride. I can't wait to see you." said the queen. "Guards,
strip him !"
With a force greater than I could fathom, a guards double of my size came in front of me, grabbed my shirt from the collar and tore it apart. Another one, tore my pant into two from behind and threw
it away. I stood in the middle of the room surrounded by ladies, queen and her strong guards in a very vulnerable position - just in my briefs.
"Please don't do this." I begged with folded hands to the queen, my knees bent and my legs close together. I was humiliated already.
"Spare us the trauma of watching you naked and go behind that curtain and change into these." She said pointing to the bed. I looked at the bed and my jaw dropped. There was a complete bridal set
picked out for me. A multi colored bra and a black panty. To it's right there was a heavy dark green lehenga. Above it was a red blouse. Both lehenga and blouse had golden sequins and embroidery.
Next to it were many dupattas of different colors. And next to it there was a whole set of jewelry, more than I had ever seen. I was dumbstruck.
"Look at our bride admiring her big day clothes. Don't get too attached to them, they are anyways going to come off during your suhaag raat tonight. " said the queen and the whole room erupted into
laughter.
A lady stepped ahead and handed me the inner wear. Seeing my inability to think or move, another lady grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me behind the curtain. She pulled my briefs down and I
covered my privates with my hand. Quickly she made me step into the pretty black panties. Then she asked me to turn around. I was still lost so she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. She
pulled the bra around me and hooked it in the back. Pulling the straps around my shoulder she pushed me out of the curtain.
#140
Nandini(Friday, 05 May 2023 05:48)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 2 - The transformation (Part 2)
"Oh ain't she pretty." Someone from the crowd teased as I came in sight wearing a bra and panty. It was so embarrassing to be standing in front of two huge men and a whole lot of stranger women
wearing a bra. The girls seemed to be in auto pilot mode now, they pulled me and made me sit on a chair in front of a mirror. One lady held my chin and made me look slightly up. She used a kajal
pencil to draw kajal outline on my eyes. Once she was done I looked at the mirror to see that my eyes were so beautiful and bold. Another lady took lipstick and painted my lips red. I looked at the
mirror and saw a beautiful girl. She had short hair but still she was cute.
"Oh she was meant to be a girl." Someone said from the background. "I completely agree." replied the queen.
Someone picked me by the arms and made me stand in the middle of the flattened ghagra. They pulled it up and tied the strings on my waist. I looked at the mirror to see myself, face made up, wearing
a floral bra and a flowy ghagra. A lady was standing in front of my holding the blouse. I got the cue and slipped my hands through it. The strings were tied tightly on my back. I winced in pain "Its
too tight." I said.
"Oh get used to it. Your life going forward is going to be tight cholis" said the queen.
"Ab Gehno hi baari ! Aao sajaye humari dulhan ko" Someone said and there was a cheer in the crowd. I stood there, branded a traitor yesterday, now standing in ghagra choli. Two ladies slipped bangles
in my hands. Two others adjusted a maangtika on my head. One lady put a bindi in my forehead. Someone slipped ringers in my fingers. There was chaos around me, with ten women getting me decked up in
jewellery. The most beautiful set of necklace I had ever seen was lowered down by head and adjusted on my neck. It was a choker pattern that extended till a little above my chest. It had green stones
that matched my lehenga. They selected long dangling earrings that had green and blue stones that would go with my outfit and inserted and secured it in my pierced ears. Within minutes, I was
transformed ! To a beautiful bride.
The queen saw me awestruck and said "Oh the cherry on the cake in remaining." She stepped ahead and I saw a huge nosering in her hand ! "No, please don't make me wear it." I pleaded.
The queen laughed listening my objection. "Why are you getting all shy now ? Look at yourself in the mirror." I looked at the mirror and found no trace left of my masculinity that I was so proud. She
continued "This nath is more than an ornament for you. Its weight and presence will constantly remind you of your condition and your own actions that led to it. Usually prisoners are made to wear
shackles and chains of heavy iron to heighten their misery. But this is the first time a prisoner's destiny will be tied down with a delicate nath. This nath will remind you and everyone in the
kingdom who sees you that you are a traitor and are serving a fitting sentence. You are prisoner of nath."
She stepped ahead and inserted the nath in my nose. It was big enough that it touched my lips. It had pretty jewels on it. They pinned the other end of the nose chain to my back of my hair. A lady
brought a gajra and pinned it to the back of the hair and let the gajra fall on my shoulder.
Standing there totally emasculated and sajh dajh ke tayyar I was looking at myself when the ladies brought a dupatta over my should and pinned it to my back. They made pleats and adjusted it
beautifully. Just when I thought I was finally ready, a second dupatta was brought over my head. Now my vision was blurry and I could only see a hazy reflection in the mirror, my face behind the
ghunghat, the nosering and the jewels on it shining. Oh what had become of me!
The girls took me by the arms and walked outside. There was a doli with a parda waiting for me. I was going to be escorted to the court like a dulhan. Oh my god !
#141
Ashwini(Friday, 05 May 2023 22:43)
The artist and the art – part 10
He slept in sort of excited state, after disrobing. Her scents, the smell of her clothing still lingering in his nostrils. The next morning, he went to the hospital to relieve Nivedita. “ The doctors
told that her legs are plastered and would take at least 10 weeks to heal. And physiotherapy would continue after that. Also, if there is a permanent deformity in her legs, that would be revealed
later. “ Ashwin sighed genuinely. Quite an ordeal for the old lady. He thought. “More ever, the neurologist noted some swelling in the interior of the brain. There is apparently some damage to the
basal ganglia or frontal lobe, which might lead to disorganized thinking, lack of awareness. “this is worse than the physical injuries…” he thought. Nivedita went home, and returned after the lunch
preparation. This became their routine for the next few days. Every night, Ashwin couldn’t stop himself from ‘trying out’ some of her dresses. He was now glued to that. During his hospital stays as a
proxy to Nivedita, he had browsed some cross dressing videos, make up tips etc. In a way, he was getting ‘better’ in theory. Akshara had called Nivedita once and had a video call with her mom. All
formal and compelled. Atman had sent a text, if they needed some money ‘there in India’. Ashwin didn’t exist for anyone perhaps.
After about 8 days stay in the hospital, the old lady was discharged, with ‘nothing much to do’ beyond the cast and medications as the doctors put it. They had given host of medicines, both for her
bone strengthening and for calming down the old lady when she screamed or hallucinated, which could occur at any time of the day or night.
“Ashwin, I still want you to be with us. In a way, when maa ji was in hospital, I was not that tense. But living with her, all alone is kind of scary. I also debated having a full time nurse for her,
but she gets violent, when I am not around, and also I don’t feel secure. I have arranged for a nurse who would visit for an hour in the morning, to tend to the maa ji. Please stay, do your creative
work here. And, besides all this, my NGO work also needs some priority attention, since the last ten days, I had to be away from all that.” Ashwin was definitely happy hearing this. He was now
desperate to be around Nivedita, her clothing and accessories. Yes, there would be less chances, but he was bound to dare and feel the thrill…. There was no turning back now.
#142
Sneha(Saturday, 06 May 2023 09:02)
Offer
Like every other day i went to my workplace and i saw my owner sitting on sofa and thinking seriously, I wished him good morning and went to kitchen. My Name is Madhu and i work as a maid in kiran's
sir house. After my husbands death my life become dull even when my husband never use to respect my feelings in romance he always want to fuck like a animal. He left me as widow in my Mid thirties, i
just curse my self can't do anything more. Kiran sir is paying good so i am working in one house only.
Kiran sir came to kitchen, this is the first time he came into kitchen. I asked him what you want sir coffee or juice. He said nothing madhu actually i want to discuss with you regarding some thing
can you come out to hall. I said ok sir 5 minutes i was not ready that's why i took 5 minutes, some many thoughts are flashing in my mind, first i thought kiran sir may ask for physical favor next i
recollected kiran sir never misbehaved with me, so instead of thinking i gained courage and went to the hall. With a smile face i said sir you want to tell me something, he told me to sit. I sat on
the floor he told me to sit on the sofa.
Madhu how is your room he asked i said fine sir you gave me very good quarters.Kiran sir smiled and said today morning i checked my horoscope with expert he said if i have to get married then i have
to marry and serve him. I said sir what are you saying, Kiran sir said it is because of my past life I tortured my husband and now i am suffering to get a wife. I laughed loudly and said what are you
believing sir he said the person i met is very powerful his predications was always right. Then what you want to do sir are you going to marry a man i asked.
Kiran sir no i can't even imagine i with man, He told me to serve a husband and husband who ties the knot. Not only that sir husband has to get respected, Kiran sir said you are correct i just to
want to ask will you be my husband for some time till my problem gets resolved and i was totally dumbstruck not able say anything left to home without saying anything and whole day i was thinking on
that single point.
Next day i went for work, kiran sir said if you don't like no problem i will look some other person don't worry. I kept my head down and i went inside the bedroom and kiran sir working on laptop. he
didn't realised where i went i undressed myself and took a bath, came wearing towel to my navel and my chest is topless i am feeling like a man. I wore banian till date my tight bra gave me hard
feelings and today banian soft feeling made my chest alive then i wore t-shirt and Short totally i am feeling alive after so many days. I went to hall and said kiran how i am looking dear
Please post your comments
#143
Nandini(Saturday, 06 May 2023 10:07)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 3 - Humiliated in the royal court (Part 1)
My heart beats raced as the doli moved towards the courtroom. Here I was, being carried in a hand carriage by two men, all decked up like a bride. Until yesterday, I was a proud officer of the
kingdom. I hate to admit it but I have often taken advantage of my position to belittle others in the court and have made a mockery of many, including women. Revenge has been served cold to me as I
sit here with my face covered in ghungat. The big nosering kept touching my lips because of the doli's movement. Every touch of the metal against my now red luscious lips sent goosebumps down my
spine.
I held my folded knees with both my hands that were now fully covered with bangles. The ghagra was full and dense and it kept my feet warm. The choli was that much uncomfortable and I was having a
hard time breathing. My tiny breasts supported by the tight red choli heaved up and down. Even a woman would feel too feminine in this outfit. These sensations were driving me crazy !
The sound of drums brought me out of my daydream. We had reached the courtroom. My doli was covered by delicate curtains so I couldn't see outside clearly but I could see a lot of people in the
courtroom today. Seems the crowd had turned up after yesterday's suspenseful announcement by the queen. Every one was curious to see what is my punishment. I am too embarrassed to get out of the doli
and face all these people in my current avatar.
The doli came to a halt in the middle of the court. Next I heard the queen's voice "Thank you dear husband, my lord king, for trusting me with dealing with the traitor. And thank you people of the
kingdom, for having the patience. I assure you, the traitor will be served hundred times the humiliation of the crime he committed. Please welcome the newest lady of the kingdom. My dear bride,
please come out of the doli and let the kingdom see you."
I got the cue. My heart was beating so fast that I felt it would jump out of my choli. I just wanted to disappear from the face of this earth but I had no option right now but to obey the queen's
orders. So I put my legs slowly out of the doli and came out. I held the ghunghat with both my hands and looked down. I didn't have the courage to face the crowd. I was thankful for the ghungat. It
acted as a barrier between me and the world, protecting me from their gaze. I realized that the ghunghat brings this comfort and it actually serves a purpose.
"My queen, who is this lady ? And we have assembled here to discuss the fate of the traitor. What happened of him ?" asked the king.
"Dear husband, they both are the same. A man who cheats his kingdom and tries to run away with cowardice does not deserve to be called a man in this land of brave fearless warriors. So my girls
turned him into what he was meant to be - a beautiful bride." said the queen.
My eyes closed with shame and lips tightened. I could her a outbreak of murmur from the crowd. Everyone must have been surprised with what the queen just told. No one could have even dreamed of this.
The murmur turned into light laughter and whistling and people realized it was me who was standing in the middle. I felt super embarrassed to be standing there in a ghaghra choli, decked with jewelry
and a ghunghat covering my face, in front of everyone.
#144
Nandini(Saturday, 06 May 2023 10:10)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 3 - Humiliated in the royal court (Part 2)
"Unbelievable!" said the king. He was generally very serious and composed, but on this occasion even he laughed a little. "Got to admire your wits my queen. Who would have thought? Killing a man's
pride is killing the man. Any other man would have died out sheer embarrassment made to dress like that. But not him. Maybe he even likes it ? Lift your ghunghat dear and show us your pretty face
dear."
I was frozen. I didn't want to lift my ghunghat ! I was so ashamed !
"Dear King. You cannot possibly ask her to do that." said the queen. I was relieved. But only for a second. The last time the queen interjected led me to standing here like this. What is she up to
now ? The queen continued "It is bad omen for a bride to lift her ghungat and show her face before the marriage. We can see the bride's face only after she is married and the groom has seen her face
first. It's the rule of the land."
"That's true. But who is the groom ? Who will marry this traitor ?" asked the king.
"I am sure a worthy suitor will arrive." she said looking at the crowd. "Until then, we can proceed with another event I have in mind. She will eventually be married to someone from our kingdom. So
that technically makes us her in-laws. And it customary for the bride to take good care of her in-laws. Isn't so ? Ladies please bring the arrangements !" She said and clapped her hands.
Two ladies appeared from the back. One had a kalash (copper pot) in her hand. The other one held a copper vessel. They both came and stood near me. The queen spoke, her voice more commanding now. She
was clearly running this show. "We want to see you being a good girl now. Hold the kalash on top of your head with one hand." The lady next to me put the kalash on my head. I balanced it with my left
hand. I realized the kalash was filled with water. The queen continued "Hold the vessel to your right. Balance it between your waist and with your right hand." The second lady positioned the vessel
as the queen instructed.
I was standing in the middle of the court wearing a ghagra choli, big nath, face covered with ghunghat, a kalash on my head and a vessel on my waist. I was already embarrassed to my core with shame.
What more was expected of me now ? The queen said "Walk to every minister's feet and wash it with the water in the kalash. Use your right hand to nicely scrub and clean all the dirt from all the
elder's feet. Keep the vessel below the feet while cleaning so that all the dirty water is collected in it. Do it with your whole heart and prove us that you are worthy of marrying a fine man of the
kingdom. We are giving you a chance of serving us again, do it right this time. Let's start with the king and me."
I couldn't believe my ears. Is this really happening ? I could hear laughter in the background from the crowd. They were in for a show. The lady next to me nudged me ahead. I slowly walked ahead
towards the throne. I realized this posture of holding the utensils automatically made by walk more feminine. My hips swayed and I was totally conscious of how I held the Kalash. I reached the throne
and I could see the king's feet in front of me. I did as instructed. Washed the king's feet with my hands. Then repeated the same for the queen. I got up after I was done.
"You have done an incredible job my queen" said the king. "In only a few hours I feel she has turned into a proper lady. Look at her delicate mannerisms. She will make a fine lady." The queen laughed
and took the compliment. Turning her attention to me she said "Come on, be quick. You have to wash the feet of all the ministers in court."
#145
Nandini(Saturday, 06 May 2023 10:13)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 3 - Humiliated in the royal court (Part 3)
I started from the right, one minister at a time. I bent and sat down at each minister's feet. Taking care that my face is properly covered with ghunghat. Only until few days back I used to treat
these ministers with disrespect when they wanted some favour from me in any of the administrative matters. I had a upper hand then being one of the head officers of the state. Oh how the tables had
turned now. Here I was at the feet of a minister who particularly disliked me because I used to make fun of him openly. Through my ghunghat I peered a glance at him and saw a wide grin on his
face.
I poured water on his feet and rubbed them with my bangles filled hands. They looked so feminine. As I moved my hands the bangles made a sweet sound that filled the court. The nath had a sweet
discomfort. It's weight pulled my nostrils and I could see its faint glitter when I looked down. It reminded me continuously of my bondage. The tight choli, ghaghra, dupatta, long dangling earrings,
every sensation stirred my senses. I had never lived so much in the moment. Unfortunately for me this moment was filled with most humiliation I had ever felt. Feeling this, a tear left my eye and
trickled down my face.
I had finished washing all the minister's feet and went and stood in the middle of the court. Now the kalash on my head was empty. The vessel was filled with all the dirty water from my efforts of
last one hour. "Wonderful job lady ! You have showed your in-laws that you have the potential to be a dutiful wife. I just want to be sure of your dedication. Prove that by drinking the water in the
vessel you just collected."
That bitch ! She was inhuman enough to ask me to drink the dirt of other's feet ! As if the humiliation till now was now sufficient. The court had gone silent, only a occasional murmur here and
there. All eyes were on me. I had been humiliated and ashamed to such a point that I had not said even said a single word in the courtroom today. And I realized I didn't have the spirit to resist
now. The queen was successful through her unique way of punishment. I felt so submissive that I felt no choice but to obey her now.
As I brought the vessel filled with soiled water closer to my lips, within my ghunghat, I realized I was crying more profusely now, tears rolling down my eyes continuously. I felt broken, ashamed and
ridiculed. As I touched the vessel to my lips, I was sobbing and shaking mildly with the sobs. I opened my lips and drank the water. I tried not to taste it and directly gulped it. It felt muddy and
coarse and smelt weird. I cried and drank. Cried and drank. I finished drinking all the water and stood there crying. My plight was not lost to the onlookers and I am sure they felt some sense of
justice being served.
The queen said "Bravo!! Good girl ! Stop crying now. If you are searching for any meaning in what you just went through, just tell yourself that's what treachery tastes like. Now that our girl has
shown her beauty and proven her dedication in the court, do we have a suitor who will marry her and show her what it means to be a woman ?"
The court was quiet. I felt a tinge of happiness thinking now my atrocity ends. I couldn't dream in my wildest nightmares of marrying a man. Just then a strong voice echoed from the back. "I will
marry her !"
#146
Ashwini(Sunday, 07 May 2023 00:17)
The artist and the art – part 11
They settled maa ji in her bedroom. The old lady was grumpy and irritated with the stressed condition of her mind and body. Ashwin had decided to continue to ‘dare’ and to do what he loved the most,
whenever the opportunity presents.
In the evening, he excused himself from the home and wandered to the busy central parts of the city. He had known a few places where he would get some wigs, thanks to his stint in dramas during his
college days. He bought a shoulder length , a pony tail and a set of thick long shoulder length hair wigs. That was something he wanted desperately, Ashwini his female incarnation … was off course
incomplete without the god’s blessing to the feminine gender, wholesome hair, that accentuates their beauty. With his personality, looks, soft tone and features, he was an ideal customer, who would
buy out these items without even raising an eyebrow. He was an artist and his mind and body announced that to the world. Nivedita’s wardrobe, which he had rummaged through by now, had all other
stuff. But since she was well endowed herself with lovely shoulder length hair, she never needed wigs.
During the night, Nivedita and Ashwin both had a watchful sleep, since maa ji was at home. During the odd hours, he heard some voices… “ Maa ji…. No….” Nivedita it was. He sprang to his feet and
hurried walked to maa ji’s room. The old lady was trying to step off her bed, trying to lift her plastered legs and Nivedita was holding her back…. Clearly struggling. He intervened, forced maa ji
back on her bed. “This is my breakfast time, I need my tea and breakfast” she pointed to the wall clock, that showed 2.50 am. A shade of hysteria in her wrinkled eyes. “I heard something and luckily
I reached here in time, else maa ji would have stumbled and complicated the things even more for her and for us.” Nivedita was really tense. He patted her shoulder warmly. Calming down the petite
dame. They gave her mild sedative pills that were recommended for such situations, and stood there for about ten minutes for the pills to take effect. During the ten minutes, Nivedita sobbed a few
times. They stuffed pillows on either side of the bed, making such future attempts further difficult.
The next day, Nivedita asked Ashwin to be at home, while she spends a few hours at the NGO and he happily obliged. After he saw off the caretaker nurse, he went to Nivedita’s room. Today, disrobed
himself upto his undies and clasped her black bra around. Then he tried her sleeveless black and gold chunidaar. Yes, indeed it was a surreal feeling, when the chudidaar salwar clung to his calves
and took shape of his fleshy calves and thighs. He was getting excited. And when he wore the tight fitting kurta, he smelt her, he felt the lovely fabric and his excitement knew no bounds. he sat at
her dressing table and quickly applied face pack, wore some clip-on ear-rings and with shaking hands, wore the shoulder length wig. Gosh!! It really transformed him…. His heart beats were competing
with the ticking of the clock and clearly racing faster!! those were the only two sounds he could hear!! He stuffed the bra with his socks to give ‘Ashwini’ some smallish breasts!! He wore the thin
chunni across ……..its breeze, coolest and most fragrant… its touch over his slim shoulders, its modest presence over Ashwini’s tiny breasts, the way his (her…. Isn’t it? Smiles) fair skin showed
behind the translucent black silky material…it was… it was beyond words. He had made a breakthrough….. with these looks he was more of Ashwini and less of Ashwin.
#147
Nandini(Sunday, 07 May 2023 06:27)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 4 - Becoming a wife
"I will marry her!" a strong voice echoed from the back. My heart skipped a beat. I did not dare look back to see the face of that voice. Then I heard footsteps coming closer towards me. The
footsteps sounded with loud thuds, like a soldier marching towards me. Soon enough I could also hear the sound of metal armour, which proved the voice belonged to a soldier! Within few seconds, the
soldier overtook me and stood ten paces away from the throne.
"I will marry her" he said again, now addressing directly to the king and queen. I could only see the soldier from behind, that too from the confines of my ghunghat. I could see a tall, well-built
man with wide shoulders in shining silver armour. God! I had never imagined one day a knight in shining armour would court me! He wore a military grade short haircut. On his waist was a long sword
resting in its sheath. He had a truly commanding personality.
The queen and king both had a warm smile on their faces. "Well, I am not surprised. In fact, I feel you were meant to found someone like her." King said, "She will be quite a match for you lord
commander." At the soldier turned to look at me and I lost my mind. This was none other than the lord commander of the king's forces. And she was a woman!
The queen said, "If you will, lord commander, can you state in this court, so that the public knows why you would like to choose her as your bride?"
"Sure, my queen" said the commander and turned back and started walking slowly to my direction. "I am sure this traitor well remembers the last conversation we had. It was just a few weeks back. I
was on my way to training in full armour. The traitor had met me then and said 'This armour doesn't suit you commander. I will raise a petition someday that forces all women to only wear sarees.
Nothing else. It's the only clothing that does justice to their delicate curves.” Her eyes burned with a fire. “I had prayed to God that day to give me a chance to show you your place. I guess god
answered my prayers."
She was so close to me now that she towered over me like a mountain. She was at least a foot taller me and with the armour on she felt like a trunk of a huge tree that wouldn’t fit in my arms! In
comparison I stood in front of her, a man until yesterday but now decked in a flowy lehenga and a tight choli that exposed my back, only covered by the interwoven strings holding my modesty together.
Colourful bangles covered both my slender hands. Face adorned with earrings that reached the shoulders, a heavy maangtika and a big nath. Both my hands kept holding the ghunghat while I looked down
with shame. My knees were trembling from the commander's presence. The ghunghat felt like a shield, my last line of defence against the brutal warrior in front of me.
"I got to admit though. Armor might not suit me, but lehenga choli suits you. You are more feminine than most women I know. I have been watching you very attentively today. You haven't let go of your
ghunghat even for a second today. Saving your pretty face only for your husband I see" she said and there was a chuckle in the courtroom. My predicament was being enjoyed by everyone. She leaned in
closer and whispered "I can't wait to lift your ghunghat after we are married and see your beauty. Your entire beauty. Years of battle have hardened by body and spirits. I am yearning for your soft
delicate company tonight."
Leaning away again she said out loud "And I hope you will stay true to your own standards that you expected from other women. You will only be wearing sarees from now on. And decked up in full makeup
and jewelry. Gajra in your hair and without fail, a nath always in your nose." I died with embarrassment listening to her plans for me. I am going to be a pretty little housewife to my strong
muscular husband. How did things end up like this?
"If we leave these lovebirds to themselves, they might keep talking till night." the queen said. "Lord commander, if you may, let's proceed to the holy area. A pandit is waiting for us there. We are
getting late with the marriage ceremony."
"At once your grace" said the commander and offered me her hand "My lady, let's begin our new exciting lives." I had no choice but to place my delicate hands filled with bangles in her rough hands
hardened by years of war. With my other hand I lifted by lehenga a bit and we started walking towards the part of the palace where I will get married to my husband.
#148
Ashwini(Sunday, 07 May 2023 12:41)
The artist and the art – part 12
That night, Nivedita decided to sleep next to maa ji, to avoid repetition of previous night’s episode. It went along smoothly, with Ashwin also sleeping tight in his bed, thinking about ‘going
ahead’. This trend continued for the next 3-4 days, with Ashwin venturing during afternoon, when Nivedita left. He was trying to add finish and was improving.
The next day though, while they were having the breakfast, Nivedita told him that if he wishes to roam around and do his job since today, it would be fine since she would be working online. “ughh…
not at all good for me dearie…. I ‘roam around’ in your room…. And don’t deprive me of that, my sweet young lady…. “ “ Okkkkkkk…….” He cleared his throat in real “ but these online meets are never a
replacement for the real ones, so… I mean even if its for longer duration, I .. I am here… don’t worry. I don’t have a schedule to keep Nivedita….” He said in a ‘matter of fact’ way…. “No… .its fine
dear. My client is from Bengaluru, and we wish to do the detailing, without him or his team fly to us or we visit them, till things consolidate. So this is the preferred mode at the moment. I would
mostly be in my room, and you be in yours. We would both tend to maa ji, as and when needed. I am just concerned about her hallucinations. Those are not getting in control. “ Ashwin nodded with a sad
face. The sadness was as much for the ill mental health of MIL, but more so for not being able to try his ‘afternoon adventures’ henceforth.
He had some of the most boring next 2-3 days, only soothing my eyes, seeing Nivedita and her dresses. He was getting restless and eager. In fact desperation was more precise word !!. Today, after her
bath, Nivedita wore the same black chunidaar, that Ashwin had made his a few days ago. Without his own sensibility, he began to ogle her. Oh god….. I ‘know’ how how it feels to be ‘in’ that dress
dear…. He whispered under his breath when she was moving around. How elegantly, she would handle the chunni, how would she toss her hair off her sight, when they intrude, how smooth her butter like
skin look, and blend with the smoothness of the fabric!! He was loosing his ‘gentleman’s mask’ that was for sure. Was Nivedita naïve? Or was she playing along? He knew, that girls, especially this
beautiful knew since their teens and puberty how do they look. He also knew, that the girls know, when the guys around stare at them and peel out their clothes mentally !! how can Nivedita be an
exception? Yes, they were in good terms, both being in a way ditched by their spouses. But he couldn’t really fathom, or predict how would she react to his advances and more casual and close
gestures, if he was to try.
The whole evening, he spent in debating his mind. After the dinner and some casual chat, they both retired for bed. He plunged into his, with images of Nivedita in that black salwar suit still fresh
in his mind. She even asked if he is ok and smiled at him….biting her lip. He couldnt shake her and her dress off her mind. He heard her lock maa ji’s room from inside to settle for the night. Within
a few minutes he sprang up in his bed…. He… he had to do it.
He went on his toes, nimble footed. Careful….careful he reminded himself….. and pushed the knob her room door and placed his foot in the darkness.
#149
Nandini(Monday, 08 May 2023 06:11)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 5 - The marriage (Part 1)
Before the ceremony the girls took me away for few minutes and all of them quickly got working on me again. At least fifteen girls had cornered me. "Have you gone nuts girl?" one of the girls asked
"You need to get ready for the wedding before reaching the mandap. We will help you." The girls all laughed and made me sit on a chair. One of them lifted my ghunghat and let it rest on my back. They
looked at my face attentively. "Wow, she is so beautiful." They said to one another. "She was meant to be a girl" They were laughing and having fun embarrassing me more.
They touched up my makeup. Some of the kajal had smeared because of my tears. They redid my makeup. My lipstick was touched up with a bright red glossy lipstick. "I am sure your husband is going to
eat you alive" They mocked me, and I brushed a bright red looking at the mirror. They removed my bangles and four ladies started drawing mehendi on my hands. Within minutes my hand was filled with
intricate mehendi till my elbows. Simulatenously, my feet were decorated with mehendi as well. Next, they started painting my finger and toe nails with a bright red nail paint. They did a double coat
and my nails shined bright red.
While we waited for the mehendi and nails to dry, they were seeing me sitting in the middle of the room all decked up. "Serves you right. You have always mocked women. We have heard stories from many
sisters who you harassed. A traitor who disrespected women, now ready as a bride to marry her husband" They laughed. "Kudos to the queen for thinking of this punishment for you. From today you will
learn what it means to be a women." I sit there my eyes down with shame. I had nothing to say nor I dared make eye contact with any girl there.
Then a girl came and opened a box. She removed the most beautiful set of payal from it. Glistening silver and with tiny bells on it. "This is a gift from us. From now on, we are going to live
together. We accept you as our sister and we will teach you to walk the way of womanhood." She tied one payal to each of my ankles. Come on, it's time to wash off your mehendi, they washed off the
mehendi and now my hands and feet looked even more feminine, with the beautiful mehendi designs and dark red nails. It was almost time to leave when the girls filled my hands with red bangles. "Now
you look like a complete bride." saying so the girl pulled the dupatta from over my head and covered my face. They took me outside and reunited with the commander and we continued ahead.
#150
Nandini(Monday, 08 May 2023 06:12)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 5 - The marriage (Part 2)
We reached the mandap where a holy fire was burning and a pandit was waiting for us. Through my ghunghat I could see that the holy area was packed with lot of people. Seems like my tales of
humiliation had reached the public and everyone was rushing to the palace to see me humiliated. Lord commander, my soon to be husband, led me to the mandap amid cheer from the crowd. We painted an
ironic picture - a strong woman in armor leading a feminized man, head covered in ghunghat and the frills and layers of her lehenga swishing as they reached the mandap. Her payals made a delicate
sound as she walked.
We took our places on the sitting stools in front of the fire, lord commander to my right. Even the king and queen, the royal family and the council of ministers were here, looking closely. They were
witnessing a historic moment - a gender swapped marriage! The pandit did some preparations and on receiving the nod from the queen started reciting the mantras. The mantras went for a while during
which the pandit periodically asked us to do stuff - like pour ghee or rice into the flame. I would hold the spoon of ghee and pour it in fire while my husband held my hand. The commander's hand felt
so strong and gave me a stable support. In contrast, my hands look so feminine in red bangles, mehendi and shining with red nail paint.
"Please tie mangalsutra to the bride" The pandit said to the commander. Gesturing to one of the soldiers behind us, he handed over a box. Inside it there was a beautiful long mangalsutra with a big
golden pendant. Removing it from the box commander held the mangalsutra in both her hands and leaned over towards me.
This is it I thought. If I wear a mangalsutra it will be a final nail in the coffin. My destiny as a wife will be sealed in front of the people of the kingdom. I wanted to run. I could see door right
in front of my eyes. But between the door and me were countless guards and other people. My running would be futile. I accepted my destiny and shed a tear to my lost freedom.
Commander extended her hands inside my ghunghat and tied the mangalsutra. There was a cheer from the onlookers. Pandit asked us to get up and my braidmaids tied commander’s turban to my dupatta.
Pandit asked us to take the pheras. Commander led me and we took seven pheras around the holy fire. Each phera signified a rule I would obey in total servitude to my husband. At the last phera, all
the onlookers threw flowers at us, signifying the celebration of the new couple. The pandit announced "Fire as the witness I declare this man and woman as a husband and wife". My fate had been
sealed. I am now at the total mercy of my lord husband.
#151
Ashwini(Monday, 08 May 2023 07:13)
The artist and the art – part 13
He entered the dimly lit room. The windows were closed. Some filtered mellow light was trickling through the milky window panes. In that light he saw it…. The black chunidaar that Nivedita had
adorned throughout the day proudly. As her habit, she had neatly folded it and kept it on her bed, before changing into some other casual one for the night. He hurriedly walked towards the dress, now
unable to control himself. He picked it up and dug his head deep into it….. inhaling it… “mmmmmh…… Niveditaa…. Yaar…….. Nivi…..” he breathed and whispered. Those sweet, musky, sweaty, fragrant
inhales…. God…… this is my biggest aphrodisiac!! he regained senses (am I lying?? Naughty me… partially….should be say….) after a few minutes and slowly switched on the lights. Her room was at the
end of a passage, so there was no eminent risk of the streaks of light visible from the base of the door, to the outsider. He removed his full track pants that he had on…. Then the t-shirt. The fair
skin tone of his natural hairless legs and chest contrasted against the darker shade of the undies he was wearing. They were unable to conceal the ‘tent’ that was stretching it from inside
though!!
He picked up a trendy suit he had ‘decided’ to be his ‘next’….. it was a lovely cream color fancy short sleeves kurti with some magenta embroidery along the hemline. The lovely erratic lime green
streaks over the front gave it a lovely balance of the traditional stitches presented along the hemline, to be counterbalanced by the randomness of the lime green. The artist in him could appreciate
the value of this blend. This was a lovely kurti from Biba and he knew its value – monetary as well as artistic. He picked up a front open bra from her innerwear closet…. (why ‘her’ we may wonder! It
was partially shared by Ashwini as well) loved its satin touch over his bare chest and stuffed his socks in them. Then he pushed his head through the narrow round neck of the designer kurti and wore
the pleated pants that were the lower half of this lovely ensemble. Then he took out the shoulder length wig that he had carried with him. That was his favourite wig, since it made him look a lot
similar to Nivedita. They could pass as sisters, off course only up to the neck… not below.
He stood before the mirror admiring him… rather her, who was on the other side of the mirror. He applied slight face pack. Then sifted through the collection of clip-ons that Nivedita had and chose a
matching shade of emerald greens and tied those to his ear-lobes. He shook his head a little, pleased to see how the lovely clip-ons dangled. Ohh so cute!! He whispered. He saw the bottle of Carlton
Blush perfume, opened it and applied it on the lovely clothes….. haaaaaaaaaaaay… he closed his eyes and exhaled once the charming fragrance cast its fragrant spell around him. He was kind of in the
lost state for some time, and then realized that he was still holding the perfume bottle in his hand. He kept the bottle on the platform in front. Just then behind it, he saw a matching bracelet.
Small but trendy. It had some polished studs embedded, which shone enticingly. Instinctively, he bent across to pick it up and GOSH……. The perfume bottle in between tumbled awkwardly and…. and the
fragrant liquid spilled all over…… in a frantic attempt to catch the glass bottle, to prevent it from crashing, Ashwin quickly leaned and lost his footing. Not only the bottle thudded on the floor,
making a loud noise, which seemed louder in the silence of the night, Ashwin also landed awkwardly on the flooring, hurting his back a little.
#152
Ashwini(Monday, 08 May 2023 07:14)
The artist and the art – part 14
No…….nooooooooo… this is not happening!! The sudden shrill noise of glass breaking followed by his heavy thud… made his rabbit heart beat faster than ever before. His delicate partially made up face
became sweaty within no time. Abort the mission!! Abort the mission. This adventure was not going the way he had hoped. He quickly rushed to the bed, and tried to remove the kurti…… but he heard a
room door open….. “Oh no!!….. Nivedita must have woken up… “ he thought. He couldn’t locate the zip on the back of the kurti. He quickly wore his t-shirt above and stumbled but somehow managed to
wear the track pants. He…. he heard the approaching footsteps. Who else can that be….maa ji cant walk and then it must be her!! He ran towards the door. From the slit of the slightly ajar door, he
could see an approaching shadow……next second the door was squeaking….being opened cautiously….. “Hello…. Anyone here??” he could hear a tense and rather timid voice of Nivedita. He opposed the
opening door by holding the knob from inside….. “ohh…. There….is someone….” Sensing the opposition to her pressure, the young lady almost panicked. With one hand holding the knob to prevent her
entry, Ashwin stuffed the wig in his pants pocket. Nivedita was trying her best to push……and suddenly Ashwin released his hand from inside. With this sudden loss of equilibrium, the door whisked open
and Nivedita stumbled on the carpet in front. Sensing this, the fugitive artist breezed past the door…..” Who…who is there…….. Ashwin………help me!! Ashweeeeeeen” the trembling, totally frightened
damsel in distress raised her voice, calling for the help of the only ‘man’ in the house, or so she felt.
Ashwin reached his room within record break time, that would have made Usain Bolt proud!! Oghh..ogh god… he was all sweaty. He plunged onto his bed having seen its outline in the dim passage light.
He took the blanket all over his head, not willing to accept what had happened. The right ear-ring pinched when he sunk in the pillow. Ouch… he pulled it off his lobe. It stung like a bee. Within no
time, he heard approaching footsteps…. “Ashwin…. Wake-up……. There is…there is some one in the home… a thief….” He heard her trembling, excited voice. He pretended to be sleeping… but she shook his
legs so violently, that would have woken up a semiconscious person as well… his sense and intellect had also given way….. “yes… wh…. What happened….. who is this…??” Ashwin peaked out his head out of
the blanket. The darkness in the room becoming his aide!! “Its me… Nivi….. Nivedita…. There is some one who has broken in our home. He was in my room…. I heard him and came to wake you up…… but …but
you were not here….. “”I…. I must have gone for the loo..” Ashwin cleared his throat and responded. “so…I dared and went there myself…..””Ohhh Nivedita… did you find anyone, must have been some sort
of illusion. You are also stressed, being around maa ji” “Noooooo….. not at all….there was someone inside, resisting my push and….and I don’t know how but I stumbled on the floor and felt someone run
outside. This was real Ashwin. Come with me…. I have even got this…. See” The blade of the big knife she held in her hand shone in the dim light. “Ok…I… will come. Give me a minute….””Kya?? what do
you mean…there IS a THIEF and you want a free minute? We are not going for some casual evening stroll…..” She pulled him with all her strength. “Okk….. I am coming. “ Ashwin wished to have a last
minute check before going ‘in light’ with her. He was relaxed, for he knew there is no thief in the home…..well except him, if we may say so. “You have also done your loo a few minutes before…. Whats
the delay for? Cmon….cmon…. hold this” She pushed Ashwin ahead of her, giving him – the ‘man’ of the house the knife and followed behind him. Her heart beating faster.
#153
Ashwini(Monday, 08 May 2023 07:14)
The artist and the art – part 15
“Whats this strong scent? Kind of sweet perfume…..” he muttered, while cautiously(?) approaching her room. “That’s my perfume….I woke up when I heard a loud glass break. Followed by a heavy thud on
the floor. It must have been the perfume bottle, and the thief would have stumbled. “ she whispered, keeping a watchful gaze around. Ashwin nodded. “I have checked in the kitchen, he is not around,
and he ran away from my room. Also not in your room, nor in maa ji’s room. Lets see my room again and then the hall. “ by then they had walked through the passage into her room. It was full of the
strong fragrance of Carlton Blush. Nivedita was still behind Ashwin, clutching his t-shirt. “Aaaaaaaagh….. “ Ashwin screamed in agony and lifted his left foot. A glass splinter of the perfume bottle
had pushed through the delicate flesh of the foot …..Ashwin lifted his left leg, folded it at knee, while still standing, instinctively seeing the extent of the injury. “maa…… be careful dear…. “
Nivedita gripped his calf, trying to steady him.
That …. no… THAT was THE moment when she saw the pants … HER pants underneath his track pant trousers. She eased him to sit on her bed, while he was still wincing in pain. Some blood oozing out of
the wound. “Ashwin…… ohh Ashwin… what is this dear??” “What….it..its some glass splinter Nivi….Niveditaa…..from you….your bottle…..” “No…….not that….. THIS…..these are my pants….aur ye kya?? “ She
was pointing at the hemline of HER dress that was visible inside the round neck of his t-shirt. “And you smell strongly of my perfume too!!” Ashwin forgot the stinging pain and was dumb stuck like a
dear caught in the headlights of a truck on a dark road!!. “Ashwin…. What were you doing? “ she questioned while gripping the ear-ring dangling in his left ear. “Ohh… I…..I mean…. Nivedita….. “ she
was standing in front of him, eyes wide open trying to compete with her wide open mouth. This was too much to soak in, in half an hour!! She also saw the false breasts, and ….simply shrugged , unable
to speak.
#154
Ashwini(Monday, 08 May 2023 07:15)
The artist and the art – part 16
She was standing like a statue in front of him. He was seated on her bed…. With a single clip on, stuffed bra and her lovely Biba kurti pant hidden inside his nightwear. “ohh… Nivedita…..” Ashwin all
of a sudden clasped her round buttocks, pressed his head on her soft flat tummy and started crying like a baby. She was awe stuck, just unable to react!! Unknowingly, she ran her slender fingers
through his long hair, while he was shaking his head, crying. She could feel his tears, soaked up by her dress. He looked up at her….. like a child looks at the mom, after pleading guilty. Eyes all
watery, tears rolling all over his cheeks. His nostrils had reddened. He… he looked so fragile!! She gently, pushed his head aside, pushed his arms from around her. Slowly went to her drawer and
brought some cotton and some ointment, and sat in front of him…. “I… I am sorry…. I..I couldn’t stop myself Nivi…. You…you are so beautiful, so charming….. you are the breeze of my life….and…and I
wanted….” “Shhh……” she stopped him. Then she did the dressing. Luckily it was not a deep wound. He could place his foot with some effort. “Remove your t-shirt and trousers. Let me see you wearing
mine!!” “I wanted to …feel you Nivi…..I meant no harm….never in my dreams….” “We have plenty of time ahead of us to talk, I want to first see what you have done.” Her voice was pretty calm and
understanding, which soothed Ashwin a little bit. He stood up and removed his t-shirt and trousers. “You look good in my dress. So, it was you….. you have been the thief tonight” she also pointed at
the crumpled ball that was made of her black salwar kurti “and for the last few days also. I had been sensing that something was happening behind my back here, but couldn’t pinpoint. Sometimes, I
felt my things are a bit misplaced. But now all is falling in place. Ashwin…..I forgive you…. But tell me why and what do you seek? How do we go ahead?” “ohh…. Yess….” Ashwin sunk to his knees.
“It was me. Nivi, we are both experiencing the similar sorrows from our spouses. I always feel that god has his own plans and we have met here, we have come closer, because of those plans of the
almighty. I adored you. You are beautiful, bubbly, cheerful and look what has that Atman done for you!! Nothing…. You deserve love, care. And I have also received similar treatment. I asked Akshara,
why did she marry me, and she said, because I was an artist, not a techie. I was intellectually way below her league. So I wont ever challenge or question her career aspirations. Instead of marrying
someone, she married me. I have been groomed as a delicate child, more like a girl. My parents wanted a girl, so perhaps I have been groomed that way since I was in her womb!! So, after this kind of
upbringing, and harsh times post marriage, I saw you, dreamt of you. The way with which you carry the lovely dresses, saris is ..is like a learning for me. I wanted to be like YOU…. I wish to idolize
you. There is a lady inside me. Indirectly I was grooming her, through you, your clothing. Don’t throw me out. Don’t tell Akshara or Atman. “ Ashwin prayed with folded hands.
Nivedita was all ears. “You are a poor soul. Trapped in a wrong body. And the kind of life you have led, has not helped you improve either. “ She held his folded hands, parted them and kept them on
her warm cheeks. Her eyes smiling. “ I already said, I have forgiven you Ashwin. Just as you are filling a void in your mind through me, I am also having a void of raising a child, and in you now I
see a child, a grown up beautiful girl that you wish to be. I am going to fill your void, and you fill mine” with this she kept his palms on her soft, warm, curvy breasts and pressed them gently. The
feeling mutually pleasing.
#155
DDC(Tuesday, 09 May 2023 06:29)
Ashwini, your story is quite relatable from my Crossdressing journey, me too involved in crossdressing in same manner where i used to smell my loved one's clothes and one day i wore them.
#156
Rohan(Tuesday, 09 May 2023 08:20)
Maid story is super sneha continue writing the next part
The artist and the art – part 17
Ashwin exhaled. ”oghh Nivi….. I feel so relaxed….. I owe it all to you. You have changed this night full of nightmares to the night of my dreams. Thank you so much for understanding me” “ I also feel
for you, Ashwin. I know the sensitive talented side of yours. I know how Akshara treats you and don’t approve of it at all. I know there is an artist in you, and now I know there is a woman inside
you as well.” She spoke softly, still holding his hands on her ample bosom. “ I always knew I could rely on you as a person. Now I am going to rely on you as a man…… and also try and fulfil your
dreams and desires to be a woman.” She pressed his hands more, with a sense of urge.
Ashwin couldn’t still believe, if what was happening in these hours of the night was real. They both were lost in the moment. Perhaps the suddenness of the events, the huge swing of emotions from
fear, to anxiety, to realization, to acceptance all was too much to cope up with. It was too much to sink in. Perhaps both needed time to realize this.
And although she was disabled, maa ji became the ‘moderator’. She was given a spring bell adjacent to her bedside. Whenever she would need something, she would use it. The shrill sound of the bell
brought them both to their senses. “Ohh…” Ashwin found that he still had his hands over Nivedita’s boobs. He quickly moves them away, as if he felt some shock. Nivedita also blushed…. “We…..we need
to …. Resume our routine. Maa ji needs me. We would talk about ‘all this’ tomorrow. “ and she turned around. Ashwin watched her behind, her swaying and swinging hips. He removed ‘his’ (which was
hers) kurti and trousers, wore ‘his’ (own!!) boring apparel and trudged back to his room.
Next morning, Ashwin woke up late. He could hear sounds of utensils in the kitchen. He could see Nivedita working there. She turned her neck around elegantly, sensing his movement, when he
approached. “Good morning Ashwin…. Hope you had a sound sleep last night??” she chuckled with a sense of spark in her eyes. “God….why would I not fall in love with her?” Ashwin smirked. “yes…..kind
of choppy waters…. Had my own real like dreams…..and dream like real yesterday night….” Both laughed. Ohh it was such a lively moment. Both had never experienced these so far….. these simple
pleasures of life. Just being with your loved ones chitchatting, doing pranks, spending time together….is such a treasure, isn’t it??
After the morning chores, the nurse visit, and settling maa ji, they had a chat. “Ashwin, I am going to help you realize your dream. Fate has us together, and yes the reason is not a good one, with
maa ji stuck to her bed. But lets embrace it. We have has our sorrows with this family, so lets grab the happy hours with both hands“ “yes…..with your understanding mind, I feel no guilt. “ nodded
Ashwin. “ We would do it….. during the late evenings post dinner, when maa ji’s chores are done with and she goes asleep. I would go to the market in the evening for some shopping. You, in the mean
time, get a men’s hair remover cream from the medical shop. “ Nivedita, his guide, dished out the plan. His journey towards bliss (or so he thought!!) had just begun…..
#159
Samantha(Wednesday, 10 May 2023 04:21)
Sorry Friends ....Due to personal reasons i cant able to continiue the story....so i will try to complete the ASAP.
#160
Riya(Wednesday, 10 May 2023 05:07)
Nandini........great story....awaiting next parts
#161
Sindhu(Wednesday, 10 May 2023 06:45)
Samantha plz continue ur stories eagerly waiting
#162
Amritha(Wednesday, 10 May 2023 11:57)
Samantha we waiting for your stories ma pls continue soon
#163
John(Wednesday, 10 May 2023 20:25)
Your writing and choice of topic is always creative looking for to your story sneha
#164
Suman(Wednesday, 10 May 2023 21:32)
Sindhu waiting for your stories as well, please complete all your stories in English and Hindi
#165
Ashwini(Thursday, 11 May 2023 01:43)
The artist and the art – part 18
They finished their scheduled visits to the medical shop and god knows where Nivedita went. The dinner happened much quietly, with an anticipation. Ashwin or Nivedita, nobody spoke much. After the
dinner and maa ji was ‘settled’, they walked in her room. She switched on the lights and asked him to strip to his inner wear. ‘now this is official’ Ashwin thought. Things had changed so much in
last 24 hours.
He stripped as much as he was told, but he couldn’t hide his excitement. He blushed when Nivedita gazed him and lingered her gaze at his crotch. “its ok…. I was just checking you out, everywhere “
she chuckled. You have done a good job with the hair removal cream. But there are some patches, where you are unable to reach yourself, we would take care of that first.” She asked him to sit on the
stool in front of the dressing table and applied it to some tiny wisps he had on his back. “you don’t have much hair already, plus the remover and now this final touch up, makes you smooth. Girls
would envy your skin tone and texture Ashwin…” she said while helping him out.
“Now, I have purchased these lingerie items for you”…. And she handed over a carry bag to him. It was a well known brand. Ashwin had seen its outlets throughout and thought of the lovely garments it
sells. And here it was….. “You just change your inners with these…” and she motioned him towards his room. The bag contained two deep violet coloured lingerie items straight off my dreams….. Leonisa
series padded bra and panty. He was in tears of joy. Nivedita had been so kind… He literally threw off my ‘male’ underwear and adorned the panty. It was satin heaven…. And his hairless calves and
thighs when they brushed with it…. It took his breath away. It had a neat padding from inside. Then he picked up the padded, front open low cut bra and slid the hands through it and clasped its
hooks. Its cups were padded to give a very attractive fullness. And for the first time, Ashwin had the direct ‘birds eye’ (should we say ‘girls eye’??) view of the full breasts. Plump and
proud.
He literally floated back to her room. As if I had wings!! “wow…..Ashwin….. you look amazing…. See” and she dragged him towards the mirror. Oghh yess…. he liked what he saw. “Ok the reason why I gave
you these, is because….. this is my gift to you, welcome to the womanhood ASHWINI….” Nivedita hugged Ashwini. He ….er……she felt her hug…..her warmth, her soft touch, her scents. There was no
sexuality in that, perhaps to close friends hugging each other. “You know Ashwini, first time, when a teenage girls begins menstruation, it is celebrated by the ladies. They give her some gifts. It
is to welcome her to the womanhood. It means Devi maa has blessed the soul with the ability of bearing and giving birth to a child, and the world can continue. This moment for you is nothing less, so
here is a gift for you”. I ‘know’ you have used my bra for sure and panty may be…. But you see, mine were the normal ones. I am well endowed and do not need padding. I am a natural 34B and 36 in hips
and with these, you are also the same. This would help me….and you to wear my stuff with comfort and carry it outside with grace and charm!! I have also lined up a lovely Punjabi suit for you.” She
motioned to the bed. On the bed was a lovely deep violet – baingani colored Punjabi suit. Waiting for Ashwini……
The artist and the art – part 19
Nivedita eased him into the salwar. Ashwin tied the knot and smiled sheepishly. There was no hiding his emotions now. Nothing needed. It was a one way journey to the pleasures now. He was wearing a
padded bra and a salwar, with the hips flared at the right places, thanks to the branded panty. His fair smooth skin on the flat tummy, contrasted the dark violet clothing above and below. Nivedita
took a quick snap of his, before Ashwin knew……”just for me, I couldn’t help. You are going to ‘turn out ‘so well. “ she smiled and then motioned him to wear the kameez.
Sisters here would understand the pleasure of wearing a kameez through the head…. Its feel, its fragrance, the way it hugs as it slides over arms, and flattens over the tummy…….. it IS an experience
to behold….. and Ashwin was no exception… when the kameez stretched and fitted over his…means HER revised body contours, Ashwini was quite a sight. Nivedita led the new girl to the dressing table and
fitted the wig with a lot of care.
“wow…Ashwini…. You are already a beautiful girl… see….” Seated in front of the mirror was indeed a lovely girl. Then she applied some basic foundation, and a light coat of gloss on her lips… first
time, Ashwini felt the cold and moist touch of gloss on her thin light red lips. Yes…. She was born partially as a girl, with lady like features. Nivedita gave her matching clip-on ear-rings and from
her drawer she drew out some glass bangles. “I guess these should be of your size…..” she picked a few and pushed them over her slender wrists… “Myy… Ashwini….. your wrists are so slender and thinner
than mine. Listen how they are sounding sweet. “ yess…the clink of the glass sounded like a melody to Ashwini.
Nivedita asked Ashwini to now stand and twirl. “yessss…… that’s my Ashwini…. You look so adorable” then she made Ashwini do a cat walk along the length of the room. Nivedita recorded it on her cell
phone. Both knew Ashwini was a novice, and it showed, but they also knew that ‘she’ had it inside her and she was a natural.
Nivedita observed that an hour and half had gone since they had been to her room. She asked Ashwini to sleep in her room only. “Here?? “ She questioned” Yes, here. Do not remove the clothes and the
wig baby. Inhale me, my scents on the bed sheets, in the room. I am sure you will enjoy, and who knows, you would also dream of being an Ashwini in your sweet dreams tonight. “ she patted the dreamy
girl on her shoulder…..and turned around to move to the MIL’s room.
Suddenly she turned around and placed a quick peck on Ashwini’s cheek. Her soft, moist inviting touch startled Ashwini… and before she knew, Nivedita smiled and left the room.
#168
Poornima(Friday, 12 May 2023 16:23)
Wow, very nice Ashwini. Should have written about duppatta.
#169
Payal J(Saturday, 13 May 2023 03:58)
Hi my name is Kiran. I am 20 years old slim , 5.8" tall orphan boy with my hair till my shoulders. My parents died in a car accident last year. This story starts when I completed my graduation in
Economics and got a job in Mumbai as a trader in a big company. I got a very good package of 15 lacs. I came to Mumbai and joined the company. I was searching for a flat on sharing as the rent in
this city is very high. After a lot of search I finally got a good place. Then I went to check it after my office. When I reached I was shocked, it was a small bunglow near the beach. When I entered
I saw a young man almost of my age who greeted me in. The house was awesome. It was 3 bedroom bunglow. I immediately said yes. Talking about the owner his name was Amit, he was 22 year old, 6ft well
build guy. His parents died few years back and is in MBA Final year and also takes care of his family business which is chain of restaurants.
Next day I shifted there Amit helped me with the luggage and the shifting. A year have passed and we both became very good friend I would say best friends. We connect well may be because we had no
one in our family. My carrier was going well I got promoted. But suddenly one day I fell sick. I had fever for few days and was feeling very week no energy even to walk. Doctor has asked me not take
any mental or physical stress for atleast 6 months. As I was not able to go to my work so after few months I had to quit my job. Amit was very supportive he asked me not to pay the rent until I am
fit and get a job. Also he used to take me to doctor and made food for me. It has been 6 months and I slowly started getting little well. As I didn't get a haircut for last six months my hairs have
grown till my mid back and my chest started getting big i thought it was because I have got fat. This went on like this for few months then I decided why don't I start trading for myself and earn
rather than finding a job. I had a good sum of 5 cr which I got as inheritance and insurance money.
For complete story please visit https://worldofpayalstories.blogspot.com/2022/12/bf-to-gf-part-2.html?m=1
#170
Sneha(Saturday, 13 May 2023)
Offer
Contn from 332 Comment
Kiran was in utter shock seeing me, with a smile i said did you like it. Kiran face was glowing with happiness he is trying to control his feelings but he failed totally, then i understood that this
is childhood dream not because of his marriage he wants to become woman. Immediately i made kiran to sit on the sofa and went to kitchen to bring some water. I don't know what happened to me or may
be because of my dress my total attitude is changed because i was unable to found glass today and daily i work here what just happened even i am not believing, Kiran came in and asked me what are
doing i said i am searching for glass, he laughed and said with this dress you got men's first quality careless ness or chill attitude saying that kiran pinched on my face as a gesture of love,
Generally i saw many women does to their husbands, Wait i started thinking that kiran is a natural women from inside. Kiran gave glass of water to me, i drank half of the glass water and kiran took
glass and drank left over water from glass which i used, i was watching kiran curiously some way i am feeling very much excited also i have a small fear. I thought i made a mistake exposing myself in
front of kiran so early i should have kept him awaited. Kiran said wait madhu i will come soon. He went to one bedroom and closed the door.
I went to hall and wrote all the benefits of becoming man of the house and problems. i see only one problem that is societal problem but kiran will have more problems than me because he has some
status but for me if not this i will go to another house as a maid let me try this for some time so that i will have some memories for my old age told to my self and kept waiting for kiran. Kiran
came out wearing beautiful blue sari, I was stunned seeing his sorry her beauty he is bit chubby so the sari fitted him really well with a light make up she is looking gorgeous. She stood in front of
me and turned round to show her beauty she wore sari perfectly. While she rotating her sari pallu went over my head and i felt like a small kid who plays with his mother's pallu.
Madhu: Kiran why do you have all this female attire with you
Kiran: I picked all these because of thing i already told you
Madhu: Ok but you look so sexy in the sari
Kiran: with a giggling said thank you
Madhu: You wear make up and sari perfectly without any errors in sari pleats and proper eye liner
Kiran: Thank you dear
Madhu : I just don't want to continue this topic more so i cut the topic and said what's next kiran
Kiran: Wow beautiful
Madhu : What
Kiran: the way you are calling my name, you are calling like a husband baby
I started blushing hearing the word baby, Kiran came near to kept her hand over my shoulder and pinched on my cheeks saying oho my sweet baby. I said it's ok what should we do know.
Kiran: Nothing we have to live like a husband and wife for some months in my house and i will pay you good amount after this
madhu: You kiran as a husband i should get some respect and wife will play main role in the house, handling the kitchen, cleaning utensils and cleaning clothes. Do you like to handle the inner
laundry of me because as a man of house, i expect my wife to do that work
Kiran: don't think to much baby i will do all that but you have to help me i will respect you.
Madhu: Thanks kiran can i have rights to touch you and punish you
Kiran: absolutely dear you are my husband
Madhu: Super darling kissed on kiran's cheek and kept hand on kiran, she was shocked with my sudden move.
Kiran i will bring some snacks to eat let's watch some movie.
Please post your comments
#171
Sunita(Saturday, 13 May 2023 20:31)
@sneha. Atlast the next part has come. Awesome one. Keep on writing... Good one. Just make them a small marriage ceremony with her friends. Also keep some romance with them. Like a husband and wife.
Good. Also please share ur email id
#172
Akshay(Sunday, 14 May 2023 12:24)
Can you tell its is necessary to wear bra and panties for wearing ladies clothes can you explain me why.?
#173
DDC(Sunday, 14 May 2023 12:44)
@Akshay because the tightness of the Bra and Panty reminds you every second that 'Yes i'm a woman... Have wore something special that is so tight.'
@Akshay... for me it gives comfort as i hv fleshy chest (Breast). moreover, after wearing bra my body shape changed into a Woman and it helps me to Pass as a woman easily after crossdressing.
#179
Rama Maruthi(Monday, 15 May 2023 21:25)
akshay, it is necessary to wear bra for better breast outlook to attract young men
#180
sakshi(Tuesday, 16 May 2023 01:03)
Sneha write fast
#181
Waiting(Tuesday, 16 May 2023 08:48)
@ Nandini... still waiting or the story, its interesting
Previous post on # 368
The artist and the art – part 20
Ashwini had the best sleep for ages that night. Wearing a dress with a stuffed bra and panty, on Nivedita’s bed. Bangles clinking, whenever she would change his position….. all so heart warming for
her.
The next morning, reluctantly, she ‘changed’ into Ashwin, since he had to do his chores and also the maid and nurse would be in the home. He spent time during the day, thinking of new series of
sketches, and the dominant theme in his mind was girls in ethnic clothes. He couldn’t shrug off his own Ashwini image, and that got translated into his sketches.
Akshara called him, mainly as a ‘routine’ call, to know how her mother is doing, do they need money, when is the next check-up and all. Nothing about how HE is, she is missing him, is he missing her
nothing. He felt that she would be more expressive in her business calls more!!
Nivedita had her online calls with the Bengaluru clients. They got busy in their own routines till the evening. While serving the dinner, Nivedita had a call….. “ Ok…. Yes….. 8 pm at your place
Pallavi. “ she said after listening to the girl. Nivedita told him to prepare after dinner. “I have given some sedation to maa ji as prescribed and we would be good for almost 2 hours. “ What do I
wear?” Ashwin asked. “Your usual T-shirt and pants silly. Ashwini is going to stay at home….. at least as of now” They went by her 2-wheeler for about 20 minutes to reach a shop in a quiet by-lane.
She tapped his shoulder, when they reached a boutique named ‘Pallu’s Place’. “Wait here” she swiftly stepped off the back seat and pushed the close door to peep inside.
Ashwin waited there, outside, wondering why they were there, for about 10 minutes. He saw 2 young girls walking out of the boutique, giggling, each holding a bag with Pallu’s Place logo. Following
them, Nivedita called him inside. Ashwin looked around . It was a boutique for ethnics and sarees. Nice, bright colors, lovely work over them, dazzling lights….. as if entering a palace lobby. “This
is Pallavi, my good friend. We started interacting for NGO work, but became close friends within no time. “ Nivedita motioned towards a smiling bob cut haired lady, about the age as hers. She was in
a western outfit and looked radiant despite it was end of the business hours for her boutique. She smiled and greeted him. “ Nice meeting you Ashwin. You are already more than half way ‘there’!! “
she beamed and before he was able to comprehend what she meant, she twirled around and went to the entrance, and closed it.
Once back, she stood in front of him…. Gazing him like a specimen from top to bottom. “Pallavi supplies all kinds clothing stuff to small and major firms, even to some drapery suppliers for
Bollywood. So, when I was thinking about you….I mean ‘Ashwini’, first thought that came to my mind was contacting her for your blouses, cholis. You are doing good with my dresses, but a girl is
incomplete without a saree. She is only ‘defined’ by a saree. Isn’t it Pallu?” “yes….you know Ashwin..er….. Ashwini…. Don’t feel ashamed. In fact enjoy the journey to womanhood. You have a great aide
in Nivi. I have some ‘closet crossdresser celebrity clients’ as well’. I would like you to strip and change into the padded bra and panty, that will give you the curves over which I would take your
measurements. Having spent a few years in this line, I tell you Ashwini, the ready made blouses and dresses are no match with those actually stitched to measurements ” Nivedita nodded smiling and
gave me the ‘stuff’ pointing him to move to the ‘change room’, which really was a change room from Ashwin to Ashwini
#186
Ashwini(Wednesday, 17 May 2023 11:15)
Hello sisters, I am contributing to this lovely site for a few years.
I have written a few long stories, which were very well received and are still remembered fondly by some. I am so thankful for that.
Some have even been copied and posted on other sites ( without my prior knowledge though... )
There are some stories, that I had started, but mainly because of work commitments, I couldn't pursue them and perhaps they were not well received as well, and I respect that as well.
I have a clear plot for this ongoing story in my mind. I love to detail my main characters as well as side characters, as well as build the background and the scene, the emotions (you know that
already....)
Many stories around here off course have a fast developing plot and are very good in content as well.
I seek a candid feedback, should I continue the way I am doing so far, in this story like the earlier ones, or you find the pace is too slow and I should 'speed up' the plot and change my style
I want to be a contributing sister here..... whom you should enjoy reading and should bring back memories of your lovely times or give some 'inspiration and pleasure'
You may please post your valuable comments here or to save space here please mail me at purifiercore@gmail.com. Based on the 'tone' of the suggestions given by majority, I can plan my further
content.
Hugs to all my sisters..... thanks for being here.......
#187
Ashwini fan(Thursday, 18 May 2023 13:31)
You are doing fine sis...u can continue in your own pace...giving a good story and completing it is the main thing...keep doing your good job
You do you Ashwini. Your stories are amazing, I am a big fan <3
#190
Anjali(Friday, 19 May 2023 01:38)
Hi Ashwani,
Big fan of your "Hoastess to a hoastess" story. Is there any place where we can read the initial chapters?
#191
Nandini(Saturday, 20 May 2023 16:35)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - Part 1
Recap: A traitor was caught at the walls of the city while trying to flee. He was brought to the royal court was about to be sentenced to death when the queen interrupts, suggesting another
punishment. The next day, the queen with the help of ladies of the palace transform the traitor into a bride. She is escorted in a doli to the court, where the queen reveals how the traitor has been
forced feminized into a woman. She is then humiliated in the court by having to scrub the feet of all ministers of the court. Then the commander of the king's army, a strong woman asks for the
feminized traitor's hand for marriage. With the permission of the king, the commander marries the traitor. Now, the story continues.
*****
It's been a long day. I woke up this morning in a prison cell, as a man. As I sit here, I realize this might be the last day I woke up as a man. I might have escaped the death penalty, but they
certainly killed me in a way. They killed my identity and my manly spirit. Here I sit transformed - a woman, a bride,.. a wife.
The sun has set and the stars have crept up in the sky. After the wedding, the girls took me to the women's quarters and we all ate food. The queen had made arrangements for a wholesome dinner for
all the girls to celebrate my wedding. Luckily I got a few moments of respite from the heavy ghunghat. I asked if I could take off my jewelry as well, to that a lady said "Idiot, only your husband
can take off your jewelry tonight." I blushed red with embarrassment and ate my dinner with the heavy nath and bangles on. Before every bite I had to lift the nath away from my lips using my left
hand, so that I could eat. The nath reminded me of my bondage all the time.
After dinner, the girls took me to another room to get me ready. My hair were already long as it was customary for men in the kingdom to keep long hair tied in a turban. There was no turban for me
today. Instead, the girls did a center partition on my hair and brushed them back to reveal their full length. Then they pulled the hair tight together in a bun and secured it with lots of bobby
pins. It felt so weird to see my hair like that in a big bun. Dreamily I touched the bun with my fingers and it felt so feminine.
My attention went to the table in front of me and I saw loads of gajra on it. The girls picked up the long gajra strand and giggled as they came behind me to decorate my hair with it. Alerted with
the realization of what's going to happen next I took a chance of talking my way out of it. Neither the queen nor the guards were here now, so it felt like a good chance of escaping. I said "Listen
girls. Help me escape now and I'll reward you handsomely for it. Please, I beg you !" The girls laughed and looked at each other. One of them said "Oh I am surprised with your audacity ! But it's
quite common for girls to get a cold feet before their big night. Gajra toh tumhare baalon me saj ke rahegi !" They all laughed.
Paying no attention to my offer, they inserted one end of the gajra in my bun and started rolling it over the bun. Slowly they covered the entire bun with gajra and secured it with pins. My fingers
involuntarily reached behind my ears and felt my bun which felt even bigger now with the flowers. The sweet smell of gajra filled the entire room and overpowered everything. The reflection of myself
in full makeup and jewelry touching my gajra with my fingers delicately - oh I looked like the epitome of feminity.
Next, the girls secured a big maangtika on my forehead. It had jewels that matched the ones in my nath. They retouched my makeup, added a extra load of lip gloss on my lips. The cherry on the cake,
they pulled the ghunghat that was pinned on my shoulders while I got ready and brought it down over my face. Through its haze I saw myself, a woman decked in lehenga choli, ghunghat over her head. A
girl whispered in my ear, "Come, you husband is waiting for you." She guided me by the arm as I walked towards our bedroom taking tiny steps, my payals singing a sweet melody.
#192
Anjali(Saturday, 20 May 2023 21:05)
Nandhini, your story is really good. Please continue
#193
Riya(Sunday, 21 May 2023 05:16)
Nandhini......great work......please continue with your beautiful story
#194
Deepu(Sunday, 21 May 2023 05:54)
Nandhini, very nice please continue and post big chapters
#195
Sailaja(Sunday, 21 May 2023 06:31)
Once upon a time, in a banglore, there lived a butch woman named Rhea. She was known for her striking short hair, muscular physique, and assertive personality. Despite her tough exterior, Rhea had a
soft spot for her partner, a feminine transgender woman named Mira. Mira was Rhea's complete opposite, with long hair adorned with jasmine flowers and a love for traditional Indian clothing like
sarees and salwars. She was also a natural submissive, finding comfort in being completely devoted to Rhea.
Rhea and Mira met at a local gym where Rhea was a bodybuilding trainer and Mira was a new member. Rhea was immediately drawn to Mira's gentle demeanor and soon found herself falling deeply in love
with her. Mira was hesitant at first, having been hurt in the past, but Rhea was persistent and eventually won her over with her unwavering devotion.
As their relationship blossomed, Rhea and Mira discovered their mutual love for role-playing, with Rhea taking on the dominant "husband" role and Mira happily playing the submissive "wife." Rhea
relished in the power she had over Mira, commanding her to do her bidding and taking charge in the bedroom. Mira, on the other hand, found immense pleasure in pleasing Rhea, eagerly fulfilling her
every desire and reveling in her love and affection.
Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, Rhea and Mira were deeply in love and committed to each other. They navigated the challenges of being a same-sex couple in a conservative
society with grace and strength, never letting anything come between them.
Every day, Rhea would come home from her job at the gym to find Mira waiting for her, dressed in a beautiful saree and adorned with jasmine flowers. They would spend their evenings together, cooking
traditional Indian meals and cuddling on the couch, basking in the warmth of their love.
For Rhea and Mira, there was no greater joy than being together, and they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always be each other's rock and support. Together, they were
unstoppable, a force of love and strength that could conquer anything.
#196
Nandini(Sunday, 21 May 2023 16:57)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - Part 2
We reached the door of the bedroom. There a woman was waiting with a silver tray having a silver glass. "You took so much time getting her ready! Hukum might reach any time!" She scolded the girl who
escorted me. Together they took me in bedroom. It was a huge room with a big king size bed in the middle. The bed has four wooden pillars that extended up and formed a rectangular roof of the bed.
The bed was decorated beautifully with rose petals and garlands covering it like a canopy. The room was dimly lit with only a few lanterns and lamps here and there, giving the room a cozy intimate
vibe.
The woman kept the silver tray and glass on the side stand next to the bed. I guess the glass had milk, as it is customary for the groom to drink for heightened libido. Ironically, it was not for me!
The ladies asked me to sit. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh god, this girl doesn't know anything. Is this how you will welcome your husband on your suhaag raat ?" 'My husband' I still couldn't
believe the words. The girls asked me to shift and sit on the centre of the bed. They helped me sit in the proper posture that was expected of a bride. Throughout this process I was rigid and clumpy,
having a hard time coming to terms with the reality of my situation. They folded my knees and I locked my hands by holding my knees for support. The girls left and closed the door.
Here I was, in the bedroom decorated with flowers, alone, waiting for my husband. When I woke up this morning I was a man and had no idea what was going to become of me by the night. And here I was
sitting on the bed wearing a lehenga choli, face covered in ghunghat. I was looking down and I could see the cleavage made by my tiny breasts going up and down as I breathed. The choli was small and
tight, tied tightly with the strings at the back. They framed my man boobs well and gave me a sexy cleavage and appearance of women's breasts.
I could see very little outside my ghunghat. The anticipation of my husband's arrival was driving me nuts! My heart was beating so fast I felt it would jump out of my tight choli. With my slightest
movement the nath touched my lips and sent shiver down my spine. My nostrils had started paining by this point carrying the heavy weight of the nath. It reminded me constantly of being the prisoner
of nath.
My bright red fingernails along with the intricate mehendi on both my hands looked so feminine. I was lost in my thoughts watching the mehendi patterns on my hands, just then, the door opened and I
heard footsteps coming in. The door closed. My heart was beating so fast I felt I was going to die. From the corner of my eye I saw the commander, my husband walking towards the bed. She came and sat
at the edge of the bed.
One minute passed and it felt like an eternity. She drank the milk kept for her. Wiping her lips she approached me, shifting toward the centre of the bed. With both her hand she lifted my ghunghat
and let it rest on top of my head. I was looking down, not daring to look at my husband. She held my chin with her index finger and thumb and slowly lifted my face. I felt so shy I could die with
embarrassment. I still couldn't lift my eyes. From my view I saw that she was wearing a plain white kurta. What an irony ! Here the girl was dressed so simple and the boy is decked up in solah
singaar!
She broke the silence "Oh my! I imagined you would look beautiful. But you have surpassed my imagination. The queen really did a number on you, didn't she ? You are beautiful beyond words, my dear
wife. Any man would kill to have a wife like you. I believe I am really lucky to have found you." Saying so she approached closer.
Please support my blog - https://pottachidesiresintamilandenglish.blogspot.com/
#199
Customer(Monday, 22 May 2023 12:54)
Sama
#200
H(Monday, 22 May 2023 13:36)
Nandini you are writing so good please write faster
#201
Radhe(Monday, 22 May 2023 13:37)
Nandini please add braids in the story and more piercings
#202
Nandini(Monday, 22 May 2023 17:23)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - Part 3
Commander leaned in closer, her face next to my neck. She sniffed my neck and behind my ear, taking me in through her sense of smell. I got startled and I pushed myself back. "Oh i didn't mean to
scare you. I was just getting to know you more 'closely'. After all, we are husband and wife now." She said.
"Please leave me. I beg you!" My voice was getting shaky "I am a man, and you are a woman. No matter how you make me dress forcefully, or how you choose to dress. The truth won't change. We can't
challenge nature. You have to accept it."
Commander let out a loud laugh. It was a laugh of a person being challenged by a unworthy opponent. Without replying she just leaned ahead and pulled a string which pulled the curtains behind the bed
apart. It revelead a big mirror. As if the mirror itself was the answer to the point I raised - I sat on the bed totally decked up in lehenga choli, jewelery and gajra in my hair. "Do you see a man
in the reflection? " the commander asked. I was totally lost in my reflection and could not answer back.
The commander walked and stood in front of me. She towered over me like a giant. I sat in front her like a delicate flower, she could crush me in a instant if she wanted. "I promise you, by the end
of tonight, you will take back your words. I will make you will feel like a complete woman. Leave that up to me." She said "But let's set some ground rules first. Going forward I will call you baiko
(wife in marathi). And you will only address me as aho (husband with affection in marathi), ji, or hukkum. Never directly refer to me by my name or title. Is that understand baiko ?"
I kept staring down, scared of her towering presence. She said again, louder this time "Is that understood?"
"Ji" i managed to whisper.
"What was that ?"
"Ji, hukkum" I said more firmly this time, afraid of a retaliation.
"Good. Now face towards the mirror, while I get to know you a little better." I did as she said. Facing the mirror, looking at my reflection. She sat behind me. She pulled the ghunghat from my head
and kept it on the side. She breathed a deep breath, taking the sweet smell of the gajra in my hair. She moved her finger delicately over my back which was almost entirely visible through the strings
of the choli. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine.
"Ji, please !!' I begged for mercy, almost close to tears.
"Shhh." She silenced me.
Her fingers moved around my back, I moved restlessly, ticked my the sensations. She held an end of the choli and pulled it with force and the choli's knot openend ! I instantly felt my choli
loosened. My eyes shot wide. She loosened the strings from back even more and I felt my choli falling away from my tiny boobs. In an attempt to save my grace, I crossed my hands over my chest and
held my shoulders. This prevented the choli from falling.
"See here's my first proof that were wrong. No man would try to protect his modesty like you are doing." She said "Not only your body, but your mind will also transform into a woman." Saying so she
hugged me from the back. Her embrace felt like a wild bear's. Her arms were strong and she pulled me with herself to the sleeping position. She laid on the bed and I laid on her. I felt so tiny
sleeping on her, she dominated me fully. She slid her hands inside my loosened choli and fondled my breasts. As she massaged my nipples with her fingers, I let out a "Uuu" moan. At that point, she
knew I was hers.
#203
Priya(Monday, 22 May 2023 23:49)
Nandhini awesome waiting for next
#204
Grammar(Tuesday, 23 May 2023 09:29)
Nandi
#205
Nandini(Tuesday, 23 May 2023 17:19)
Prisoner of nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - part 4
My head rested on commander's left shoulder. Her left hand was fondling my left boob, holding it firmly and squeezing it with her iron grip. I let out soft screams, part in agony, part in pleasure.
With her right hand she turned my face towards her. Her face was just a few inches above me, and for the first time I saw her eye to eye. This woman, now my husband, was basically raping me on our
first night. For the first time in history, a man has been forced to become a bride and was being raped by a woman. I felt humiliated with the realization that I was that man.
Strangely, the eyes that I stared into were not of a monster's. Her eyes were deep and kind. The commander had sharp features, her boyish face framed well with the short haircut. Despite her unusual
features, she looked good, dare I say she looked beautiful. Or handsome. Something in between. She had a bold, confident aura about her. She knew what she was doing.
I was lost in her eyes, when she gradually pulled me towards her by closing her shoulders. Before I knew it her lips were on mine. She kissed me delicately first. Just tasting my lower lip. I was a
statue at the start, just too scared to react. But as she eased me with the kissing, I felt the tension in my body fade away. I kissed back. Slowly at the start, and then we kissed intensely,
passionately. As we kissed, my muscles relaxed. I was no longer fighting and resisting my husband. I was liking being held in her strong arms and kissed so passionately.
As I became free, I became more aware of the sensations throughout my body. The kisses felt so buttery and tasted so good because of my lip gloss. While we kissed, the nath pressed more tightly to my
nose because of my husband's lips. With every movement the nath slided across my cheeks and upper lips, a constant delicate sensation. Its tiny bells made a soft sound with every movement. My long
dangling jhumkas tugged at my ears. They made a sweet jiggling sound with the slightest movement. My hair was pulled back tightly into a bun, which was circled with gajra. The intoxicating smell of
jasmine flowers heightened our escatcy. My choker necklace held my neck tight, almost like shackles of a prisoner. When I moved my hands the glass bangles chimed their tunes. My dark red nailpaint
shined in the dim light.
The soft fabric of the ghagra felt like feathers rubbing against my legs. When I moved my legs my payals sang a song. Never before in my life had I felt so sensual. My brain was exploding with all
the sensory stimulation. Judging my comfort, commander eased her hand into my lehenga. Before i could process what was happening, she was stroking my erect member. I was hard with all the kissing and
sensory overload. She had fulfilled her promise - she had turned me into her delicate beautiful wife. I was totally in her control. But the good side was, I felt safe in her arms. I felt no one could
exploit me further as long as she protected me. And i was grateful for that.
She was now gently pinching and pulling my nipples with her left hand, her fingers circling around my nipples and teasing. With her right hand she continued stroking my dick faster. She went for a
french kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and moved it around, playing with my tongue. At that moment, she had total domination over me and I came like never before. I came with all my life, my
semen bursting into her right hand and my ghagra. Waves of pleasure travelled through me and the world melted away.
THe plot is coming out actually nicer now... please continue
#209
Maapi(Wednesday, 24 May 2023 11:26)
Nandini superb story. One of the best after a long time. Pls continue.
#210
Deepu(Wednesday, 24 May 2023 11:34)
Very nice story Nandini
#211
Sailaja(Wednesday, 24 May 2023 12:34)
Sagarika for her girlfriend and they both talk about their future together. The husband, on the other hand, is struggling to come to terms with the fact that his wife has changed so drastically. He
feels humiliated and embarrassed by the situation.
It all started a decade ago when the couple got married. They were both young and in love. The wife was a traditional Indian housewife who took care of the household while the husband worked as a
software engineer. They had their share of ups and downs but they were happy together.
However, as the years went by, the wife started to feel that something was missing in her life. She had always been attracted to women, but she had never acted on her feelings. It wasn't until she
met a woman who she fell in love with that she realized that she was transgender and wanted to become a man.
At first, the husband was supportive of his wife's decision. He loved her and wanted her to be happy. But as she started to transition, he began to feel uncomfortable. He didn't know how to deal with
the fact that his wife was becoming a man and was attracted to women. He felt like he was losing his wife and it was too much for him to handle.
The wife, now husband, started dating a woman and they fell in love. They talked about getting married and starting a life together. The husband was invited to the wedding and he went, but he felt
out of place. He saw his ex-wife, now a man, romancing his girlfriend in front of him and it was too much for him to handle.
The husband tried to talk to his ex-wife about his feelings, but she didn't understand. She was happy in her new life and didn't want to go back to being a woman. The husband felt humiliated and
embarrassed by the situation. He didn't know how to deal with it and he started to distance himself from his ex-wife.
The wife, now husband, continued to bring jasmine flowers for his girlfriend and they talked about their future together. They were happy and in love, but the husband couldn't get over the fact that
his ex-wife was now a man and was about to marry a woman. He felt like he had lost everything and he didn't know how to move on.
Years went by and the husband tried to move on with his life. He got remarried and had children, but he could never forget about his ex-wife. He wondered how she was doing and if she was happy. He
never spoke to her again, but he always thought about her.
In the end, the husband realized that he couldn't change the past and he couldn't change his ex-wife. He had to accept her for who she was and move on with his own life. He learned to let go of the
humiliation and embarrassment he felt and he focused on his own happiness. He realized that life was too short to hold onto grudges and he decided to live his life to the fullest.
#212
little mister 1(Thursday, 25 May 2023 02:01)
ali - 20 / me
neha - 21 / my elder sister
ramya - 21 / neha's best friend
we were having food at dining table
mom/m: wow neha, ramya has changed a lot, hadn't seen her for last 5 years..
neha/n: yes amma lucky her dad got transferred back to our place again, I missed her a lot..
ali/a: ya, I miss her too..
suddenly mom and neha turned towards me..
a: I mean me, and neha used to have fun playing games..
neha smiled and turned back, she knows that I used to like her a lot.
n: ya, ya, he is right ma, those days were so good..
m: oh, neha, that's great, I can't imagine she becoming that tall..
n: of course ma, she is the college team's basketball captain..
I laughed hearing them talk about sports.. my sister never played a sport..
m: what is so funny mister...
a: nothing ma, neha is talking about sports, and you are praising her height, like what, is she 6 foot, haha..
mom was about to say something..
I heard a voice from behind.. "yes you are right sweetie, I am 6"
wait, did someone call me sweetie.., not even my mom calls it..
I turned back, there she was, my ramya, her beauty was unchanged..
m: see, you din't believe when I said, look yourself now.. mom told me..
I was embarassed, she was almost looked a foot taller than me.. I turned my face down to eat again..
r: sorry neha, I forgot my handbag, I gotta run bye.. she grabbed the handbag from sofa and went out.. I didn't think she seen me clearly..
a: when did she came ma..
m: ohh you must have been busy messing around outside, she was here a while ago...
n: ohh shoot..
m: what happened..
n: I forgot to ask that lipstick..
m: yeah, you told me you want it for the function this evening..
n: yeah ma, let me go, she must have not gone too far..
m: wait, ali, looks like you are done..
a: yes, ma, just finished.. as I burped..
she sent me out, I didn't want to miss another chance to talk to my old crush again.. her beautiful eyes are still stuck in my mind.. and her whole picture in the new look leggings, top, and neatly
combed and french braided hair appeared again infront of me..
without any delay, I stepped on the street forgetting about my appearance..
I walked towards ramya who was far away..
I ran before she gets much further.. and finally called her.. "ramya, ramya"
she turned abruptly and her braid hurled on to her shoulder gracefully.. while I was lost in her beauty.. " yes sweetie, what happened"
wait, no one calls me sweetie, not even my mom, why is she calling me such weird name and talking like a stranger.. I wanted to say..
a: "ramya, can you give lipstick to me, I mean for neha, I mean for akka"
r: of course sweetie, you can use it too.., and you can call me akka too, you know..
what... in the hell... call my crush akka.. and what is she saying, use it..
a: why will I use it..
r: ohh yes my bad, forgot you are a little girl, you can use it when you become big like neha akka..
ohh god.. what is she talking, I scratched my head.. to realize my huge hair bun..., fucking huge hair bun I've been growing for past 5 years, right after she left..
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/83/a5/19/83a5191c47b4925599325a3e187cf585.jpg
r: by the way what is your name little girl, she bent towards me..
tears rolled in my eyes..
#213
little mister 2(Thursday, 25 May 2023 02:27)
I got the gist of how she's seeing me right now in pyjamas and hair bun, but I grabbed all courage to say "Aaali...."
r: Alia, wait a minute, yes, you are one of the cousins, I wonder where Ali is, you look a lot like him..
I was furious, alia, what...
a: Hey ramya, I am not alia..... she didn't hear, she cut me off as she got a phone call.. picked it up and talking..
a: ramya...
r: shh..
a: ramya... I said furiously again..
r: shh.. she shusshed me and turned around talking to somebody on phone.. " yes baby, ya, I am coming baby"
I was fedup, I wanted to show who I am, how dare she think I am a little girl, I saw her thick braid and pulled it.. as she turned her back towards me..
r: Auch, ahh...
[In phone : "what happened baby" ]
r: give me one minute baby (and she kept her phone on mute)
she turned angrily towards me..
I gave an angry look at her, and said "whom are you talking to idiot, can't you listen to me.."
that would be the one of worst timing and choice of words in my life..
THAP, THAP, THAP.. "YOU TINY BITCH, what's wrong with you".. before I could realize anything my cheeks were red, and my bun was in her hand 'please leave me, ah, please leave me' were the only words
I could say, with her most painful grip of my hair.. with that, she continued talking on phone..
luckily I got rid of her grip, all my hair has fallen loose, before she could react, I ran away from her.. I tried making a bun again.. but could not find my hair tie, and without thinking anything I
ran into my room. I don't know what happened to me, I am a 20 year old man, lying on my bed, head down on the pillow, I could feel my long loose hair irritating me with my already sweaty body..
#214
shyam(Thursday, 25 May 2023 08:49)
Sailaja ur story is good if the husband is also transforming then i feel more good
#215
malarvizhi(Thursday, 25 May 2023 10:23)
hi, little mister story written by pooja sweetie ?
#216
Kotesh(Friday, 26 May 2023 10:12)
Hi my name is sravan I work as a professor in engineering College but I am look like a teenager so I am taking a new class to new joining engineering students when I entered to the class they thought
I am also a student and told to sit in the bench then I told I am professor the students shocked by listening this.the students told you are looking like a teenager student I told it is genetic
problem and I taken class. Later I became telling the subject to the students and the students became close to us.so one day I went to outside for market suddenly there is heavy rain will coming so I
go to one near house for not wet suddenly my student snehitha come outside and see me and told this is my house please come to my home told so I went to their house. In that house snehitha mother and
snehitha both are only living her father work in out of state.snehitha brought towel and given to me I used the towel to become dry but my clothes are fully wett then snehitha mother told your
clothes became full wet if you stay like this you will get fever I told what can I do then snehitha mother thick and told your height and weight same as snehitha so wear one of snehitha dress.i told
how I wear I am a man and she is a teenager.then snehitha mother told no problem both height and weight are same you can wear snehitha dress it will fit you properly.so then I think and told ok then
snehitha mother told to snehitha bring your dress. Then snehitha went to her room and bring one leggings and skirt I went to room and wear that dress and come outside suddenly snehitha mother and
snehitha shocked by seeing me in that dress.because I used to do clean save every day and I have long hair. In that dress I looking like a 16 year old girl.snehitha mother told me you are so
beautiful in this dress suddenly the door bell ring and snehitha open the door their is a lady come with their daughter and invite function at home today night snehitha mother told to lady they will
come suddenly the lady see me and told me who is this girl and remember that snehitha Cosine come to their home so the lady ask you are the cousin of snehitha and you are studying inter 1 St year and
ask how is your eamcet preparation and her daughter also 1 St year student so we both read for eamcet exam suddenly I shock wt is she saying
#217
Customer(Friday, 26 May 2023 13:39)
Don't know everyone was concerned about me to learn to be the best place for form20
#218
Bebo(Friday, 26 May 2023 14:20)
Kotesh nice story continue
#219
little mister 3(Friday, 26 May 2023 15:35)
I don't know, I felt like crying and even the pillow was a little wet..
I got up after some time, only to face my annoyingly long hair in the mirror, I usually make bun, often without seeing..
but now, after watching myself properly, I could see why ramya was not completely wrong.. with my almost invisible facial hair..
I was okay with it for more than 5 years, to respect my mom's vow to pass exams, which I didn't do it yet..
but I forgot how I accepted myself with this hair and all, I think it's time now to fix this..
first, I will get a haircut soon, before even facing my crush ramya again...
I turned towards my back, to go to mom, but I got a peek from back, how my hair was so beautiful.. as if looking at a beautiful girl's back..
then I said to myself "YOU STUPID, your are MAN get rid of it now, or you'll be humiliated by ramya like today"
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1d/a5/05/1da50542b171b0f7b1db57c0c67ffb29.jpg
I went to mom
a: Mom..
m: Yes mister...
a: Mom, can I get a haircut..
m: of course mister, your hair your wish..
a: what, really... I could not believe what she said..
m: yeah, I think you could use a trim..
ohh no, I know where this is going..
a: no mom, not trim, can I cut it like boys..
she turned towards me with big eyes..
m: what do you mean boys cut, you are a boy, right ?...
a: YEAH I am..
m: then what is the problem mister, or did you forget about the vow...
a: no mom, I know about the vow, but can I still get it..
m: ohh you don't have brain do you, atleast you are cute... and she pinched my cheeks..
a: MOM, I am serious, this hair is too long for a boy, I will get a crew cut..
as I pointed to the length of my hair which is until my butt, turning behind...
m: now you really lost it, no way you are going to cut it all without completing the vow..
a: ohh yeah, we'll see..
THAP THAP.. two slaps on both sides..
m: nothing to see, shut the hell up, and complete the vow, if you are such a MAN or BOY..
I was seeing angrily at her..
m: WHAT, go make a bun out of it, or else I will give you spankings..
I was still looking at ther angirly..
m: don't you understand little mister, or I will give you spanking right away, you are behaving like a little boy..
#220
little mister 4(Friday, 26 May 2023 16:23)
"Alright, Alright, I will not cut it" I walked away shell shocked at her reaction, never thought she would react that aggressively.. but thinking again, how do I face ramya again like this... I
looked myself at the mirror again..
"did you make the bun" I heard mom shouting..
"no mom, I cannot find my black hair tie"
"try looking into the tray, use anything in there"
I opened the tray.. found a few girly scrunchies my sister uses..
https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/9b4bba86-8ffe-4890-a234-df8575e25542.2d70b68b4e57d61f626dbbb129e010d8.jpeg?odnHeight=612&odnWidth=612&odnBg=FFFFFF
as I was looking there, I realized.. " how would I manage when ramya visits again, given I have atleast few days time to attempt my exams again this year before I could get a boy's hair cut"
and I did something which I know I would regret later, I took the pink scrunchie out of the tray, looked down, and instead of reaching out to my comb, I took my sisters hair brush, after stroking my
hair with it, I've made a high ponytail like how my sister does...
there it is, I got the idea.. " I should hide my identity to Ramya, I might have to be Alia, until I clear the exams" and then I could reveal my manly self to her..
with that, I had made another loop of the scrunchie and tightened my ponytail.. I couldn't believe my eyes, what a small scrunchie could do to me, I helplessly shaked my head sideways, as I see the
amazing ponytail swing to each side... and unknowingly pulled all the hair on to my shoulder and started to brush the rest of the ponytail...
Which is when my mom walked in..
m: wow, so you finally paid heed to my words..
I don't know I came to my senses, and my boy nature throwed the brush away..
m: ohh ali, is this what you were concerned with, were you afraid to flaunt your wonderful locks, I am so sorry I got angry..
a: no I don't want to do it... and I wanted to remove it embarassed I tried to remove the scrunchie...
m: do what sweetie, you look so pretty, just like me in younger days..
a: that is what mom, I don't want to look like a girl..
m: of course you can remove it if you fulfill the vow..
I had taken the vow so lightly, but now how ramya treated me I would no longer want to be like this..
a: but, but..
m: nothing...
she came near me, stopped me from removing the ponytail..
m: turn around...
a: I am doing just so it is comfortable, but I don't want eveyone to think I am a girl..
I lied, I just want to hide my identity as ali..
m: ohh of course sweetie..
she infact removed the ponytail, and started doing something else..
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f5/81/c0/f581c061ab91b834476aca1fc58e162b.jpg
m: see, isn't this more comfortable...
and she placed the braid on my shoulder..
a: but mom...
m: ohh you look so pretty my dear ali, is this comfortable than that, you can remove if it is not..
there it is, staring at the mirror, I could not find a hint of the male ali 5 years ago with crew cut..
#221
little mister 5(Sunday, 28 May 2023 15:29)
next day after shower, I came out, I found something on the bed..
mom walked into the room..
I was in towel and braid up in a bun..
m: ohh ali, you've done taking bath, nice, I have put these for you..
a: what are these..
m: I remember you saying your jeans were tight..
a: yes..
m: so I got you something..
a: ohh new jeans..
m: no, I thought neha akka (big sister) is little bigger than you, you could use hers, it will be comfortable..
a: but mom, akka's, really?
m: just try it, before we go shopping again for new clothes for you..
I reluctantly took something that looked like a tshirt.. hopelessly seeing it..
a: mom, it's pinkkkk, mom..
m: ohh mister, come on, what do you know about colors, its not even pink, wear it already..
she grabbed it from my hand..
m: put your hands up..
a: I can wear it mom, give it to me..
m: HANDS, UP, NOW, .. in a serious tone, for which I abided, and she put it on me..
m: isn't it comfortable..
a: let me look in mirror..
m: don't see, FEEL IT..
a: feel what?
m: Feel it like how you felt this.. and she removed the clip, and my braid rolled down..
It felt okay so I told her..
a: feels okay...
m: that's an improvement, now wear this as well and come to hall I will do the braid.. as she pointed to the other garment on the bed..
a: why braid again..
m: ohh you are new to this ali, we braid everyday so it is not loose and ugly, do you want to look ugly?..
a: uhh no..
m: okay, then carry on...
I took the garment on the bed, I have never seen a jeans with this texture..
I removed it, and was in awe.. wait a minute, this is a SKIRT..
a: MOMM..
m: what is it now mister..
a: why did you give a skirt..
m: Ohh sweetie, come here.. she walked me up to the mirror..
turned me towards the mirror.. grabbed my braid from behind and put it on my shoulder..
that long thick braid on my shoulder sent some weird sensations in my body..
m: see, I see how comfortable you feel in braid, same applies to this, I gave you this so you will feel comfortable, not to make you girly or anything, understand..
my brain could understand what she is saying, buy my hand inadvertently went on to the braid and I was smothering it.. as I realized it..
m: okay, now I see I don't need to explain more, wear it come out now..
I came to my senses and wore it, thinking, somehow mom is aligning to my idea without knowing.. my idea to hide my identity to ramya until I finish my vow..
#222
little mister 6(Sunday, 28 May 2023 16:28)
I sat in front of mom, as she ordered, she asked me to switch on tv as well, for her to watch some news..
she loosened my braid, there were some arsennel around, hair oil, comb, big tooth comb, some weird looking paper clips https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71TRFHElh6L._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg, and
hair ties..
a: mom why do you have all this here..
m: shh, stop talking and let me do my work here..
a: okay...
she started oiling my hair, then brushing/combing it for few minutes, the feeling wasn't like anything I felt in a long time..
then she split my hair into two sides, and started brushing it more finely for few more minutes..
I somehow felt so relaxed...
m: ohh, how did I forget them..
a: what..
m: I forgot scrunchies, please be a sweetie and go bring it from the room..
a: mom, don't call me sweetie like a little kid, I am 20...
m: okay I see, mister, go and bring it now then..
I went to the room, and took the box of scrunchies..
but my reflection caught me.. in my sister's top, skirt, all my hair split into two on front of me, I have never seen my hair like this, oily shining, long, voluminous, parted in the middle with
perfection, infact it looked better than neha akka's hair.. I don't know why but I proudly grabbed the whole bunch of hair from one side and swinged it back.. I did it for the other side as
well..
I came outside with the box...
m: haha, haha.. smiling slowly with a hand on her mouth..
ohh shit....
m: mister, I have never seen even neha embrace her hair so proudly, haha..
a: but mom, mom..
m : I have seen it all, and you shouldn't have done that, I splitted it for a reason, and now you messed it up..
I turned my head down in embarrassment, but feeling now, what am I becoming infront of mom just to impress my crush..
a: I am sorry, do it again, if you want.. I told in a manly tone..
m: ohh, mister watch your tone, it doesn't suit you, let me continue with what am I doing then..
a: what??.. she shusshed me..
a few minutes later while I was absorbed by tv.. I realized a braid in front of me, but if thinner than yesterday..
a: ohh done, let me go.. I was about to get up,
a: auch, ahh...
m: where are you going, I am only half done..
a: what do you mean.. I pointed at the braid on my left side..
m: ohh son, you are not only immature, you are also stupid and naive, that is why I am doing two braids son..
what, like little girls..
a: mom, I want single braid...
m: oh song, I will when you act maturely like neha akka, until then I will make you two braids, understand..
a: but mom..
m: heyyy, stop, see I just told, you are still arguing like an immature, so I will make it no matter what, if you don't stop, be prepared to taste some spanking..
a: spanking??..
m: yes spanking, been a long time isn't it..
yes, she never even hit me after 10..
I sat silently after hearing this..
after realizing the two braids on my shoulders with scrunchies
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0280/2499/5923/products/CD6917B7-30CD-4380-85EB-D7ECDB696AF8_2000x.jpg?v=1615668722
a: can I go now..
m: wait, give me those bobby pins,..
a: you mean the paper clips, why??
m: ohh sweetie, you are so innocent, ohh god, atleast you have given neha the brains, thank you..
m: ali sweetie, give that paper clips, haha..
I gave them.. she inserted two on each side, the hair feels comfortable after this..
m: ohh looks like you like it, I am not wrong then, you look pretty in two braids sweetie.. she kissed on my fore head..
as I hold two braids with two hands and her doing it, I have never felt such warmth of love from my mom, I don't know why I said, but I said "thanks mommy, I love the braids"
" I mean mom"
m: It's okay sweetie, come on here.. she pulled me up and made me sit on her lap.. and pinched my cheeks and kissed me on my cheek.
m: I feel like my little neha is back from 10 years ago..
NEHA, wait that word triggered me, where is she even, didn't see since yesterday... but immediately I heard the voice..
N: Ali....
ohh there she is, coming out of the study room, with both hands on her mouth...
I immediately got up from mom' lap.. but mom was holding my hand before I could go away..
#223
little sister 7(Monday, 29 May 2023 02:52)
neha akka's (big sis) reaction triggered my male instinct, I pulled my hand hard from mom's grip..
m: ahh, watch it son..
neha with big Awe on her face.. came near me before I could get away..
n: hey there little sister..
m: NEHA.. with stern voice..
n: I mean little mister, you look chooo cuuuutee..
she got a phone call..
n: ya, ya, I am starting in a few mins..
m: where are you going neha..
n: for basket ball maa, ramya called me..
she got ready within few mins, she came out of the room in shorts, tshirt, and her hair was in french braided ponytail..
m: ohh so fast, my girl is so fast...
n: thanks ma, I miss playing basketball, with ramya here I can go again..
m: ofcourse neha, I remember you three used to hang out, ali can join you as well..
a: what, like this??
neha came closer to me,
n: why, is my little sister, I mean little mister worried his braids will be spoiled..
and she came and hold both my braids with both her hands.
m: ya, you should go ali..
a: but mom, I want to stay home..
n: see mom, didn't I tell you, she wants to be my little sister, not mister, she wants to do house chores, and watch serials with you, isn't that right, you want to be like mommy little
sister..
a: heyy, don't call me your sister, I will come.. I said strongly..
n: alright then.. she said sneakily
mom was smiling that my sister tricked me.. atleast not many knows me in this area, as we recently moved at this rental house..
we left the house, to basketball court..
after we reached there...
we see ramya was already there, she was adjusting her white headband, and making a ponytail with her chest lenght hair, she looked so hot in that sports wear..
n: ali, ali..
I suddenly snapped out..
n: what are you gawking at, ali..
a: nothing, nothing..
n: you pervert, don't look at my friend like that, and embarrass me..
a: I am not seeing like that..
n: don't act, I know you used to like her..
I felt shy, and unknowingly started brushing my braid with my hands..
a: I don't know akka, she looks beautiful today in that hairstyle, and purple matches her skintone.. wait, what am I doing.. shit..
n: haha, wait a minute, I take my words back, you are acting like one of us..
ramya walked towards us..
r: hi babe, you are right on time.. and she hugged neha akka.. and neha hugged back..
r: ohh neha you bought her as well, thank god...
she came near me, she was towering over me, so she bent towards me,
r: so sorry for yesterday dear, my boyfriend is so stupid, he keeps calling me, and I get anxiety when he calls..
I awkwardly hugged her, but MAN, what a sensation when she hugged, her perfect bosoms, I was at loss of words..
r: once again so sorry about yesterday alia, but anyways looks like you got cleaned up pretty well, such beautiful braids..
I could only reply 'thank you'
r: I so envy them, we used to have such healthy braids when we were little, right neha?..
neha akka was watching in shock.. and what is she thinking, calling me little I was just 1 year younger to her..
n: ya, ya, they are starting the game, you go, I will come..
r: alright babe, come fast, next time get alia ready as well, she can learn a lot from us..
neha looking seriously at me..
n: of course Ramya, of course, let me get HER ready next time, so ALIA can play and be one of us, isn't it right, ALIA... she said angrily stressing my name..
my anxiety went up.. as ramya left, neha akka dragged me to corner..
n: what is going on ALIA..
a: don't call me that neha akka..
n: ohh, now you have problem, and not when ramya calls you..
a: she is just making fun, may be because I have braids.. I tried to cover..
#224
Little mister 7(Monday, 29 May 2023 02:53)
n: doesn't look like it, are you going to tell what's up, or should I..
a: true, she is making fun.... ahh ahhh, ahhh....
she started twisting my ear...
a: ahh, ahh..
n: then tell me the truth..
I explained everything,
n: haha.. (she left my ear).. so does mom know, is that why she got you ready like this..
a: no, she was thinking I need comfortable clothes and hairstyle..
n: ohh my sneaky little sister..
a: don't call me little, I am just an year younger..
n: no sweetie, I am calling because you are little little..
she stood beside me, and comparing our heights.. I was just upto her chest..
a: but I am just a year younger..
n: ohh sweetie, you are wearing my 5th grade dress, now be a good LITTLE GIRL, and sit quietly okay.. and she lifted me and sat me on one of the high walls on the side of the court..
before I could say anything she went away, I felt sad, seems like they grown a lot for past 5 years and I remained the same, I still not even passed the grade..
#225
Little mister 8(Monday, 29 May 2023 23:31)
after sometime, ramya and neha are walking towards me, high-fiving..
a: ohh nice, you finished the game, can we go home neha akka..
r: aww sweetie, your neha akka and me have to finish the game, it is just half time..
I was disappointed..
r: ohh sweetie, don't be sad, come with me.. she lifted me to put me down..
a: heyy I can get down...
r: its okay sweetheart, I am also like your akka..
a: but..
n: yeah alia, say thanks to ramya akka..
I seen angrily at her, making me call my crush akka, I know I am alia now, but I don't want to call her that many time..
a: will you stop neha, you all are just one year ol...
r: heyy alia, is that how you respect elders.. she slapped on my shoulders..
a: okay, okay, neha akka..
r: okay come let's go, I will show you something interesting to do while we play here, you seem to be bored..
n: nice ramya, take him, I mean her away.. (ohh shit)
we walked out of the court, it seemed like a kids park.. and I see some school girls playing..
r: see, you can play with them, while we finish the game..
a: what should I play..
she bent down near me.."look they are playing hop scotct/thokkudu billa, doesn't that look fun"
a: what, no wayy..
r: it's okay sweetie, you don't have to be scared, look..
a girl came walking near us..
r: hey, can you allow my little sister to play with you..
holy shit, that was a humiliating experience, that girls made me play that stupid girl's game..
however it was done, they made me play multiple games, I was walking back to neha akka, they were packing..
n: ohh sweetie, you are right on time, you look sweaty, here use this towel..
she handed me a pink towel..
a: heyy, don't you have any other towel..
she came closer, 'shut up and take it idiot, do you want me to tell her that you are ali?'
'what, no, no, I will take it', she said 'good boy, I mean, good girl', seems like alia is perfect name for you, 'heyy I will kill you' I whispered.. 'haha, you dare touch me little sister'.. 'ughhh'
I saw at her angrily..
r: what are you sisters fighting..
n: ohh nohing, she is just naughty..
'hey alia, hey alia'
a: what.. I turned towards the girl kavya I played hopscotch with..
k: here is your prize alia..
she handed me a rose.. I couldn't say no..
r: ooh for what..
k: she won the game, even though she is playing for first time..
n: yes kavya, my little sister is a quick learner..
I turned angrily towards neha, and looking for a pocket to keep the rose..
k: ohh you are a stupid little girl alia, here give me.. she grabbed the rose from my hand, and turned me around..
holy fuck, she inserted that rose in my right side braid..
r: aww, looking so pretty sweetie say thank you to kavya akka..
I complied reluctantly..
n: thank you kavya, how old are you..
k: I am 15 akka, I am the oldest of all girls there,
fuck, she is 5 years younger than me, and calling me little girl..
n: nice, you are like the leader of all..
kavya shyly said, "hehe, kind of, but looks like we got a good addition, heyy I am talking about you little girl, where are looking"
a: auch.. she pulled my braid..
a: okay kavya akka, I mean kavya..
wait why did I call her akka..
k: it's okay little girl, I am also like your akka.. and she pinched my cheek..
ahh man, she is thinking she is elder to me..
#226
Person(Friday, 02 June 2023 02:17)
Husband to girlfriend
https://youtu.be/e7pncdO3-t8
Every year there was a private party conducted only for women. My wife attended all of it. I too was just curious to know what is happening inside that party but, whenever I ask wife she just skips
the part what happened inside. So this year whithout the knowledge of my i planed to go to that party. It was my female who helped me to learn the basics of being a women. In 3 weeks i learnt all the
skills including applying my own makeup and matching best skirts and dresses.
The party was amazing and I loved it. But after the party i confessed my about this and she too was amazed to see me in a girly attire .
Nowadays whenever weekend comes me and my wife hangout as two girlfriends and make Instagram reels and spend the day as two beautiful girls.
https://youtu.be/e7pncdO3-t8
#227
Person(Saturday, 03 June 2023 09:56)
Recession problem
https://youtu.be/FYDJob4Zy4o
I was a tech guy and was very successful in my field, but due to recession and development of advanced AI technology, so many people like me lost their job. My girlfriend worked as a makeup artist in
local mall. It has been 6 months and still I didn't received any update on jobs that I have applying. While I was in my house doing nothing my girlfriend came to my home and informed about this crazy
Halloween party, where the theme was gender reversal. At starting i didn't considered this to be a good idea. But when she told me that winner will be awarded with huge amount and they will also
provide job opportunities if required for the winner. I thought of giving it a try. My girlfriend took me to her saloon and gave me complete makeover. Since I had long hair it was easy for her to
style my hair in different ways.
https://youtu.be/FYDJob4Zy4o
Me and my girlfriend won the Halloween contest and I received a job in a big restaurant as a dancer.
Starting i didn't like it much, but as days passed i too started to enjoy dressing up in female attire and recieved handful of tips from customers.
Even today me and my girlfriend make love as two girlfriends, since it gives more pleasure than being a guy.
https://youtu.be/FYDJob4Zy4o
#228
Brunda(Saturday, 03 June 2023 22:10)
Challenge to Dancer
https://youtu.be/YOHbhiXeAVY
I am a male dancer, i have been performing in various TV shows, movies and events. One day I received an offer from a company that they are searching for a female dancer for their team. Suddenly I
got confused and thought how could they possibly make this kind of mistake. After reading their full offer letter only I came to know that, they want to transform a boy to girl and show the world
that even men are better dancers than women. I was curious and accepted the offer because it was like a new thrilling adventure and challenge to me since I never wore girls dresses.
https://youtu.be/YOHbhiXeAVY
After my transformation even my parents and girlfriend was not able to recognise me.
#229
Person(Tuesday, 06 June 2023 08:28)
Me and my Roommate
https://youtu.be/AFhuvskLaYQ
Me and my friend stay in a rented room. We both are Software Engineers. Our work was mostly hybrid, so only 2 days we have to go to the office. One day while cleaning the wardrobe I got a photo of a
girl around 15-16 years of age.
When I asked about it, he told, when he was kid his mother used to dress him as a girl since his parents had only one child, his mother always longed for one daughter. And his mother used to take him
outside in girls attire only. But the fact was he never argued or never complained anything about it. He always liked when he wore girls dresses. When I listened to his story I also got the urge to
wear girls clothes. So I told him why not we dress as girls today since we have no work. He told that's a good idea and we both ordered required things to make ourselves pretty. After complete
makeover we both were cute girls who were waiting for their boyfriend to come and pick them.
https://youtu.be/AFhuvskLaYQ
So even today we both hangout as pretty girls and enjoy our work from home time
#230
Bhavana(Thursday, 08 June 2023 08:59)
College Admission
https://youtu.be/lDqVQKJ-rB8
It was the only possible way for me to get into a medical college. I never thought this day would come. After passing my intermediate i applied for many medical colleges, but most of them sent
rejection mails to me since I had less grade in intermediate. One day one of my senior suggested that there are more seats in their college but those seats are reserved only for girls since they had
only few number of girl students. Starting i didn't understood whatever my senior was saying. Then I understood that my senior wants me to get admission in that college as a girl. I was eagerly ready
to do whatever it takes to join the college. So when I informed this news to my parents they were very supportive, they told me that they will support whatever I chose. So my feminization started. I
started wearing lehenga, long skirts, half sarees in home.
https://youtu.be/lDqVQKJ-rB8
I even double pierced my ear and my mother suggested to pierce my nose also. I even started wearing bangles in each hand and anklets which made me so girly. I even started going outside of the house
to get comfortable in girly mode. I thought whatever is necessary i will do it. To get into girly personality my mother suggested me to join Bharatanatyam class. With full grace i learned all the
things. During admission day I was totally a perfect looking girl and even my documents were modified to my girly name. I was so happy that I got admission to a reputed college.
#231
Bhavana(Friday, 09 June 2023 11:06)
Husband to housewife
https://youtu.be/MuhbGtDn7xU
Me and my wife were playing chess. That's when I told her that if I win all the three sets she has to be my sexy maid for two weeks. She thought for one minute and said, she will accept the challenge
but she has one condition. If she wins i have to be the housewife for one week. I was confident that I will win because I played in district chess tournaments. But I had this urge to dressup as a
housewife once in my lifetime. So when the game started I intentionally lost all the matches. I was so much happy inside but I didn't express anything. She was very happy and said I won the game and
it's your time to become a full time housewife for atleast 1 month. I made a sad face. She said so let's get started. She ordered all the things through online. She called her friend who was a makeup
artist. Her friend did a wonderful job on me. She added hair extensions and made a single braid out of my hair. She added flowers to my hair. After full makeover she dressed me in beautiful cotton
saree. I was totally shy and my head was down all the time. My wife told from now on you are the housewife and do all the chores in the house. With full embarrassment I said ok and ran to my
room.
https://youtu.be/MuhbGtDn7xU
Day by day my wife increased my feminization and I loved wearing sarees, long skirts and the half sarees. I started wearing all the gold jewellery that my wife had.
#232
Sneha(Sunday, 11 June 2023 03:44)
Weekend Family
Myself Kiran and i run a small consultancy to improve peoples life, Today i got a call and lady asked to meet in person on Saturday. She didn't gave any chance to speak and hearing her voice i
understood she is strong and powerful lady. After she cuts the calls i got a location and time where and when i should go on Saturday. I went to that place on saturday it's a very big house and
cannot see any human being near by to this house. I rang the door bell one girl opened the door and with a pleasant smile she wished me good morning and invited me inside, She told me to have a seat
and asked for water. I said okay she went to bring the water the girl looks like she in early 20's and wearing ultra modern clothes, she is wearing tube top and short. She gave me water and said i
will go and tell Mumma about your arrival. I just observes her walking like a small girl she is climbing the steps and her steps resembling some dance moves, she is pretty for sure but this innocence
making her cute and this is the way kids has to be but now a days kids are more than elders.
I heard a strong foot steps sound she is walking so firmly and sturdy, she dressed in a sari and that pretty girl holding this women's sari pallu on the back which claims she is the mother. She came
and sat on the sofa and asked me to sit and kept one NDA form this is the first time i see this kind of arrangement with my clients but any way i keep my client every details as a secret so i signed
the contract. She took the contract and gave the girl contract and told sweet heart keep it in mumma's table. Girl said ok mumma and left from their. She introduced her as madhu and started saying
about them, The girl i saw first was not a daughter actually she is the mother and the lady sat before me was daughter. I said fascinating please tell she also gained more interest and said i like to
control and she like to play so every weekend we will take different roles but ever time i will be the elder she will be younger.
Now everything going fine now we want to try adding one more person, I asked her how can i help you both she said i am pissed off with this womanly rolls i want to be a man and my daughter wants
mother so you became her mother and my wife so that i pay you well, she also said my daughter can be son also sometimes. Why you choose me i asked her she said no specific reason if you want take
your time go and think in that room. I went inside the room and closed the door felt happy because this is my dream so i just accept the offer, I see all the female clothes in that room and
mangalasutra near the dressing table so i went inside the bathroom removed all my clothes applied hair removal cream available in bathroom and came out dressed as a house wife and wore it on my neck
and went near to madhu and fell on her feet as a acceptance she held my navel and squeezing my navel she lifted me and kissed on my fore head.
She went inside the other room and i went inside the kitchen came wearing men's clothes and surprised she is looking handsome. Madhu called our daughter rita she was very happy seeing her new parents
and hugged me saying mumma, i felt happy from that day every weekend we met and I will became strict limiting daughter's dressing and nagging women to a husband they felt unhappy but they loves so
bares me and pays me really well.
The end
#233
Matriarchy - 1(Sunday, 11 June 2023 12:29)
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the lush green valleys, there existed a unique society ruled by women. It was a matriarchal society where women held positions of power and authority.
The village was known as Matriville. In Matriville, women were the decision-makers, leaders, and protectors of their community. They had established a system that valued the strength, wisdom, and
nurturing qualities of women. The men of the village, on the other hand, played supportive roles and took care of household chores and childcare.
The village was led by a council of wise women known as the Matriarchs. They made all the important decisions concerning the welfare of the village, resolved conflicts, and guided the community
towards progress and harmony. The Matriarchs were chosen based on their intelligence, compassion, and ability to lead. In Matriville, education was highly regarded, and girls were encouraged to
pursue their dreams and passions. The village had a renowned academy where girls were taught various skills, including leadership, diplomacy, agriculture, and healing arts. The young girls grew up
knowing that they had the power to shape their own destinies.
One such young girl was Maya, who dreamed of becoming a head of matriville Maya was nurtured and mentored by the wise women of the village, who recognized her potential and encouraged her to follow
her aspirations.
#234
Matriarchy - 2(Sunday, 11 June 2023 12:32)
Maya stood before her family, friends, and the entire village, her heart filled with joy and excitement. The time had come for her to unite her life with Pratap, the man she had grown to love deeply.
It was a wedding like no other, reflecting the values and traditions of their matriarchal society.
In the traditional Telugu wedding of Maya and Pratap, the dynamics of gender roles were beautifully reversed, showcasing a society where women held positions of authority and men played supportive
roles. This matriarchal society was characterized by a deep respect for women and their contributions.
On the auspicious wedding day, Maya embraced the role of the traditional groom, donning a dhoti and shirt. His attire symbolized strength, honor, and his readiness to embark on a lifelong partnership
with Pratap. Maya's choice to dress traditionally reflected the cultural heritage of their society, where men willingly accepted their place in a female-dominated world.
Pratap, on the other hand, radiated grace and elegance as the bride. Clad in a stunning white and red Kanchi silk saree, she embodied the essence of femininity and beauty. The saree's intricate
design and vibrant colors emphasized Pratap's radiant presence. Adorned with the exquisite jewelry gifted by Maya's father, Pratap epitomized the epitome of a traditional bride, revered and honored
in this matriarchal society.
As the wedding rituals commenced, Maya and Pratap stood before their loved ones and the divine forces that blessed their union. It was a union where Maya, acknowledging the inherent power and wisdom
of women, tied the sacred thali around Pratap's neck.
In this matriarchal society, the traditions were deeply rooted in the respect and admiration for women's contributions. Following the wedding, Pratap willingly took on Maya's surname, a symbol of
their commitment to honor and preserve the matriarchal lineage. By adopting Maya's surname, Pratap embraced the role of a supportive partner, celebrating the power and influence of women within the
community.
After the wedding, Pratap moved into Maya's ancestral home, where the couple would build their life together. It was a testament to the harmonious coexistence of genders in this society, where men
embraced their roles as nurturing partners, respecting and supporting the decisions and aspirations of their female counterparts. Maya and Pratap's shared life became a testimony to the importance of
mutual understanding, cooperation, and the strength that came from a society where women held the reins of power.
In this traditional female-dominated society, men understood their place as subordinate to women. They played essential roles in supporting and uplifting the women around them, recognizing their
strengths and contributions. The society celebrated the achievements and leadership of women, fostering an environment where every individual could flourish and reach their full potential.
Maya and Pratap's wedding served as a beautiful representation of the matriarchal society they belonged to. It was a society that recognized and celebrated the inherent power of women and created a
nurturing environment for their growth and empowerment. In this world, the dynamics of gender roles were reversed, and men willingly embraced their roles as supportive partners.
#235
GPT stories(Monday, 12 June 2023 16:23)
Promotion of wife
Rajiv stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a vibrant saree that clung to his body. His wife, Meera, paced anxiously in the room, adjusting his makeup and fussing over every detail. The
evening had arrived when Meera planned to introduce Rajiv as her friend, Rekha, to her boss, Mr. Kapoor.
"Rajiv, you have to understand how important this is for my career," Meera pleaded, her voice laced with both nervousness and determination. "Mr. Kapoor is a powerful man, and if he thinks I'm
single, he might consider me for that promotion."
Rajiv took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of apprehension and confusion. He loved Meera dearly and wanted to support her ambitions, but this was pushing the boundaries of his comfort
zone.
Reluctantly, he stepped out of the room and into the lavish living area of their Mumbai apartment. Meera's boss, Mr. Kapoor, was waiting, sipping his scotch and occasionally glancing at his watch. As
Rajiv approached, his heart pounded louder, uncertainty swirling within him.
Mr. Kapoor's eyes widened as he caught sight of Rajiv, now Rekha, walking gracefully towards him. The transformation was astonishing, and Mr. Kapoor's gaze lingered on Rajiv's delicate features and
feminine allure.
Meera nervously introduced "Rekha" to her boss, her voice filled with feigned excitement. "Mr. Kapoor, meet Rekha. She's been my closest friend for years."
Mr. Kapoor's eyes flickered with a mix of intrigue and desire as he extended his hand to greet Rekha. "A pleasure to meet you, Rekha. Meera has spoken highly of you."
Rajiv, channeling his inner Rekha, smiled sweetly and delicately shook Mr. Kapoor's hand. In that moment, an unspoken connection ignited between them—an undeniable chemistry that neither could
deny.
As the evening progressed, Rajiv found himself caught in a delicate dance of temptation and loyalty. Mr. Kapoor's glances became more lingering, his compliments more suggestive. Rajiv's initial
discomfort transformed into a complex mixture of curiosity and arousal.
Meera, oblivious to the electric undercurrents swirling around them, was elated at the positive response she received from her boss. She believed her plan was working, unaware of the simmering
tension that threatened to erupt.
In the depths of Rajiv's conflicted heart, he questioned his own desires and his devotion to Meera. Should he follow the path of passion, or remain true to his role as a supportive husband?
The air thickened with unspoken desires as the night wore on, leaving Rajiv, Meera, and Mr. Kapoor entangled in a web of longing, ambition, and the intricate dance of identities.
#236
Champs(Tuesday, 13 June 2023 10:27)
Once upon a time, in a small town, there lived a woman named Emma. Emma was a dedicated and hardworking employee at a local technology company. She was married to Mark, a supportive and loving
husband who always encouraged her to pursue her dreams.
One day, Emma stumbled upon an old box of her father's belongings in the attic. Among the items was an elegant suit that caught her eye. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to try it on.
As soon as she put on the suit, she felt a surge of confidence and empowerment.
Inspired by this newfound feeling, Emma began to experiment with her appearance. She started wearing the suit to work, striding confidently through the office, and surprising her colleagues with her
transformed presence. Emma's masculine attire attracted attention, but it also sparked curiosity and admiration.
Intrigued by Emma's transformation, she decided to embrace her masculine side further. She joined a local gym and started a rigorous exercise routine to build muscle and strength. Every day, she
would work out tirelessly, pushing herself to her limits. Mark was incredibly supportive and encouraged her every step of the way.
Emma's dedication and hard work paid off. Her body began to transform, becoming more muscular and toned. As her physical strength increased, so did her mental and emotional resilience. Emma's
newfound confidence radiated in every aspect of her life, including her work.
Her boss, Mr. Johnson, noticed the positive changes in Emma and her exceptional work ethic. Impressed by her commitment and results, he decided to promote her to a managerial position. Emma was
overjoyed with the opportunity and determined to excel in her new role.
With her promotion, Emma found herself facing new challenges and responsibilities. She had to navigate complex projects, manage a team, and make important decisions. But Emma's masculine side,
coupled with her dedication and newly built confidence, enabled her to tackle these challenges head-on.
Outside of work, Emma also embraced her masculine identity in her hobbies. She developed a passion for riding bikes and decided to participate in local cycling competitions. With her strength and
determination, she quickly rose through the ranks and became a respected figure in the cycling community.
As time passed, Emma's success continued to grow. Her journey from a curious discovery in the attic to a confident and empowered woman had inspired many around her. She became a role model for
others, encouraging them to embrace their true selves and pursue their dreams with unwavering determination.
Emma's story highlighted the transformative power of self-discovery, resilience, and support. By exploring her masculine side, building muscle, and unleashing her confidence, she not only achieved
professional success but also became an inspiration to those around her. And so, Emma's journey continued, as she fearlessly pursued her passions and made a positive impact on the world.
#237
Emily(Tuesday, 13 June 2023 10:37)
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Crestville, there was a woman named Emily. Emily had recently ended her tumultuous relationship with her boyfriend, Ethan, who also happened to work
alongside her at a prestigious advertising agency. The breakup had left Emily feeling hurt and betrayed, but instead of wallowing in her pain, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Determined to prove her worth and show Ethan what he had lost, Emily embarked on a transformational journey. She embraced a masculine identity, symbolizing her newfound strength and independence. She
cut her hair short, creating a sleek and sophisticated look that defied traditional gender norms. Ditching high heels, she opted for practical and stylish flat shoes, feeling grounded and
comfortable.
Inspired by the power of a well-fitted suit, Emily ventured into a world traditionally associated with men. She donned tailored suits and tuxedos, exuding confidence and a sense of authority. Each
outfit was carefully selected to highlight her femininity within a masculine aesthetic, creating a striking balance that turned heads wherever she went.
Fueling her transformation, Emily committed herself to physical fitness. She hit the gym with unwavering determination, pushing her body to its limits. Weightlifting and intense cardio workouts
became her routine, sculpting her physique and boosting her endurance. Emily's physical strength served as a metaphor for her emotional resilience, as she rebuilt herself from the inside out.
Emily's professional ambitions skyrocketed as she channeled her energy into her work. She sought to become the office boss, not only to prove herself to Ethan but to demonstrate her exceptional
leadership abilities. Her creative ideas, strategic thinking, and dedication to her craft made her stand out among her peers.
As fate would have it, the opportunity for Emily's revenge presented itself when the current office boss, Mr. Reynolds, announced his retirement. Emily seized the moment and, with her impressive
track record and commanding presence, secured the role of the new boss. She was now in charge of the entire agency, overseeing a talented team of individuals.
As the office boss, Emily led with authority and compassion. She fostered a collaborative environment, empowering her colleagues and encouraging their growth. Emily's leadership style combined
strength and empathy, proving that gender was not a determinant of effective leadership.
Outside of work, Emily's transformation continued to unfold. She fully embraced her masculine identity, finding empowerment in her journey of self-discovery. She rode her motorcycle with confidence
and pride, embracing the freedom of the open road and breaking societal expectations.
Emily's revenge was not about seeking vengeance or causing harm; it was about reclaiming her power and proving that she could excel in any role, regardless of gender. Her story became an inspiration
to many, highlighting the importance of self-acceptance and the ability to rise above adversity.
Ultimately, Emily's revenge was not about her ex-boyfriend, but about her own personal growth and triumph. By embracing her masculine side, donning suits and tuxedos, building her physical strength,
and excelling as the office boss, she shattered stereotypes and showed the world that true power comes from within. And so, Emily continued her journey, fearlessly navigating through life's
challenges, and inspiring others to do the same.
#238
Unknown(Thursday, 15 June 2023 10:51)
Please support my blog - https://pottachidesiresintamilandenglish.blogspot.com/
#239
Poornima(Sunday, 18 June 2023 00:12)
@Neeraj: Please enable comments to be posted anonymously in your blog. Please write a story where he gets humiliated by taking him out, taking him to ladies function, where some girls known to him
see him and tease him, some girls and sisters calling him as chakka/hijra too where he gets shy instead of becoming angry!
#240
Hello Neha(Sunday, 18 June 2023 05:07)
Please add your website not able to access your stories.
#241
Niharika(Sunday, 18 June 2023 05:20)
For crossdressing caption best popular page on facebook https://m.facebook.com/cdcaption
#242
Niharika(Sunday, 18 June 2023 05:21)
If you like to writer stories contact on this page
https://m.facebook.com/cdcaption
#243
Neha (funstories20.blogspot.com)(Sunday, 18 June 2023 06:33)
@Hello Neha
Please bookmark the blog address. The owner of this website has deleted all my comments.
You can also access my blog via link section of CrossdressingTales.wordpress.com (Anjali Roy's website)
I won't comment on this website again and even if I do, I am it will be deleted again.
#244
Harshika(Sunday, 18 June 2023 09:58)
Admin Hindi section ka new page bana do please
#245
Neelam(Sunday, 18 June 2023 11:02)
Hey Poornima,
Only members can post the comments. You have to follow the blog to post the comments.
Few readers were start abusing me and using vulgar language that's why I have to take the steps.
Every crossdresser does not involve in vulgar things like sex. It is fictional words that we created so we have to respect to everyone.
Lady superstar story story is really good but, before the next part comes we are loosing interest and forgetting the plot. So please post story regularly. Just 1 part per week will be really good
#249
Person(Wednesday, 21 June 2023 10:22)
Dance competition
https://youtu.be/xLd3L82fGPo
I just started my engineering in a very good college. I had beautiful shoulder length hair. One day while going back to home, girls of our class came to me and told " we need to talk to you". I was
totally amazed. Because no girl has shown interest in talking with me since childhood. So I was so happy and I told them where we should go to talk.
Girl : There is a canteen nearby let's go there.
Me : okay let's go ( I was full blushing inside).
We reached canteen and sat at one table.
Girl : Hii, don't be scared we just needed to have a chat with you.
Me : okay.
Girl : So, do you like modern or traditional outfit.
Me : ( After thinking for long time) I like modern outfit.
Girl : Girls "she" is perfect for our team .
Me : ( Thinking about why the girl called me she)
Girl : okay, i will directly come to the point, the thing is next month we are performing in a national level dance competition, we had a perfect team but one of the girl broke her leg yesterday. So
we were searching for a replacement that's when we got an eye on you.
https://youtu.be/xLd3L82fGPo
Unlike other guys you are different you have long hair and slim body and you are perfect for the team. Can you please consider this offer. Because this is very very important for us .
Me : ( Still digesting the things she said) i don't know. I don't know how to dance and I never dressed as a girl in my life. I don't know nothing about being a girl.
Girl : Leave those thought to us girl. We will help you to come out of your shell.
By saying that girls took me to one of their house and gave a complete makeover. After my makeup i saw my image on the mirror. I was totally amazed. I was wearing a short skirt and a satin t shirt,
my hair was styled in a high ponytail.
https://youtu.be/xLd3L82fGPo
After that girls started teaching me dance and within 3-4 days i mastered the art of dance and I was full confident that I can do this.
Lady super star story is too slow no body we have to wait 5 y months to read one complete story I think this is too much writer should think about it Or It is better that they completes the story
first and then starts posting it.
#252
Fan(Saturday, 24 June 2023 13:22)
Nice video - https://youtu.be/cFDBI3PW_fY
#253
Nandini(Sunday, 25 June 2023 03:56)
Prisoner of Nath
Recap: A traitor of the kingdom is feminized by queen and her ladies. She is forcefully married to a strong woman, commander of the royal forces. On her suhaag raat, the commander makes her feel like
a delicate lady.
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 1
Yesterday I woke up in a rough prison cell not knowing what direction my life was going to take. Today, I woke up in a soft comfortable bed in a cozy room. My life had taken such a U-turn that I took
a few seconds to remember where I was. I woke up in the arms of my warrior husband. She was still sleeping, snoring lightly. I looked around and saw what a mess I was. My dupatta lied crumpled on the
side. My maangtika was on the bed next to the pillow. My nath was dangling from my hair, its other end still in place. My choli was almost undone, barely clinging to my chest. I still had most of the
jewelry on, I had slept in them. Yesterday was such a long day for me, and perhaps the most dramatic day of my life, that after the intense lovemaking last night I just passed out.
The last thing I remember is the crazy euphoria I felt while being made love to like a woman. I have had my share of sexual encounters with women, and they feel like nothing in comparison to what I
felt yesterday. I wondered how this was possible. I identified as a straight guy till yesterday and in a single night the woman next to me had turned me into a docile delicate woman moaning at her
every touch. Do I want more of this ? I am not sure. A voice somewhere down tells me to stay one more night with this woman, see what more pleasures are there to discover. But its a new day, and my
mind is active now. And my rational mind backed by my male ego tells that last night was wrong. My mind can't process it. The queen wanted to punish me with humiliation, and I had humiliation enough
for a lifetime. Surely everyone is done with this joke by now. I'll go the queen, aplologize for everything again and take my leave from this kingdom for good. I am anyways a laughing stock here
now.
"Hey gorgeous" my husband's voice brought me out of my daydream. Lying next to me she was looking at me with a smile on her face.
"Hey," I said, startled to see her awake. "When did you get up ?" I asked.
"Few minutes back. I was looking at you. I feel like the luckiest man on this planet today, waking up next to you." She said.
I didn't know what to say to that. I just looked away and blushed. If I want to escape my situation I would need to stop reacting like a submissive woman first. But just by the way she looked at me
made me feel like a woman. Plus, being decked up like a bride didn't help.
I mustered the courage and spoke up "Ok, listen. I have learnt my lesson with yesterday's punishment. I am ashamed for selling kingdom's secrets for money. I lacked integrity. But I have been
humiliated ten times over, and I feel it's fair if I get to go on with my life now."
She looked intently in my eyes, as if searching for the truth in them "If you are calling yesterday night a punishment, then every adult in this kingdom would do anything to get such a punishment."
Her sarcasm was not lost on me. "You can lie now if you want, but I saw with my own eyes. You enjoyed every second of it. The reality is, you are a slut for sexual pleasure. You love being a sissy
and being dominated, manhandled and being fucked like a woman. You will learn your truth in time. We are just starting this ride my love." She leaned ahead and kissed my neck. Her lips were wet and
warm and she sucked the delicate skin of my neck. My eyes automatically closed and I held the sheets as my body tightened. She bit the spot where she was kissing and I screamed in pain.
At the exact moment, there was a knock at the door. I was releived for the interruption. My husband not so much "We'll continue this later love." Saying so she went to the door and opened the latch.
I pulled the sheets to protect my modesty. It was the queen's handmaidens. Commander let them in the bedroom. They came in with supressed laughter. They might have heard my scream earlier and seeing
my state their imagination might be going wild.
One of them said "The Queen has ordered the newly wed bride to attend the vat savitri purnima function today. Today is an auspicious day. You are very lucky to have married exactly one day before vat
purnima. On this day all married women tie a sacred thread to the banyan tree to pray for their husband's long life. The queen expects you at the big banyan tree in two hours. She has sent a saree
for you, a token of best wishes for your happy married life. She also sent these girls, who are specialists at makeup and saree draping. They will help you get ready. Please don't be late. All the
women are eagerly looking forward to meet the new lady in town." She left with a smirk on her face.
#254
Nandini(Sunday, 25 June 2023 03:59)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 2
She had just dropped a bomb on me. I couldn't have been more wrong in thinking the queen was done with me. It looked like she was just starting. Yesterday I was fortunate enough to hide my face with
ghunghat so that people don't see how I have been feminized. Queen doesnt want to give me that comfort today. She intends me to socialize today as my transformed self. Dressed like a traditional wife
along with other married women, engaging in a ritual that is a mark of pure womanhood. I shook in fear with what was about to come. The queen wanted to parade me on the streets dressed like a sati
savitri. She would truly be setting an example in front of the entire public - look what we did to this traitor. No one would even think of cheating the kingdom again.
My only hope now was my husband. I knew she could be kind, I saw her last night. She would protect me. "Ji, please tell the queen I can't come. Tell her I am not well or something. I would rather be
here with you." I said.
"I am afraid that's not an option. She is the goddamn queen idiot. Everyone does what she tells. Including me. If she wants you there, you have to be there." She continued, "And serves you well, just
a few minutes ago you had the guts to tell me that you want to go on with your life. Now seeing difficulty you are talking sweetly to me. The queen has wisely chosen the perfect humiliation for you.
You deserve to be paraded on the streets dressed like the most feminine woman." I leaped towards her feet begging for mercy but she threw me away and I lay flat on the bed. I realized how strong she
must be to have just flinged me like that. My eyes got teary with self pity with no hope in sight.
She called the beauticians in. They were all pretty girls, each holding a silver tray covered with silk cloth. They had all the stuff to get me ready. As she left my husband told them "Dress my wife
utmost care. I want her to be the most beautiful woman there. I want the envy of every man in this kingdom. She is after all my trophy wife."
Commander stormed out of the room, and I was sitting on the bed, surrounded by the girls who had come to transform me for the vat purnima puja. The girl in the center who did most of the talking said
"Come on, let's get you a bath and get you ready." I was irritated and was in no mood to cooperate "Get me breakfast first. I am starving." The leader replied "Idiot. You are supposed to fast today.
You can only eat once you are done with the puja. It's ok. You are newly wed. You will learn these things gradually."
I was losing my calm "I am a man for god's sake ! I dont want to get used to fasting for my husband and doing puja with other women!" She has a smile on her face "I see a bride in front of me, and by
the looks of it, she got deflowered by her husband last night." I burned red with embarassment. The girls laughed. I was in a mood to fight "I am done with this. Tell your queen I am not going to do
her as she wants. I am going to find some clothes around here that fit me and I am walking out of here. I am done." Saying so i got up to leave.
The girl gang leader turned towards the door and screamed "Bakasur !!' Five seconds later, a man who could more accurately be described as a demon walked through the door and stood guard. He was
easily over six and a half feet and wore only a dhoti and was toppless showing his massive belly. He had massive moustache and face that resembled more of a pig. I had seen him before. He was one of
the queen's body guards when she went out of the palace. She had sent him with the girls to ensure that I comply. The queen was certianly not messing around.
The girl leader said "Either you can get a royal treatment now and get transformed by my teams with dignity. Or I'll ask Bakasur here to put some sense in your head. You have ten seconds to decide."
I took a look at bakasur and the the door behind him and dejectedly got up from the bed. "That's my good girl. Come on girls, lets get her ready."
The girls pounced on me like vultures attacking a dead beast and started taking my wedding jewely off. Then came off my clothes. Within minutes I was standing in the middle in just my underwear.
"That comes off too" the leader said. I hesitated. One of the girls in a quick sweep pulled my underwear down from behind. Before I knew it my underwear was at my knees. I quickly covered my privates
with my hands, standing there butt naked between so many pretty girls.
#255
Nandini(Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:02)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 3
"Hey you said you were going to do this with dignity if I listened to you." I objected. She replied "We obviously know who you are and what you did. A traitor and a coward who put our kingdom in
danger and tried to run away. We also know how you have mistreated women in the past. We are going to have so much fun transforming you to a woman today. Hands up!" She said, rage in her eyes visible
"Girl, I said hands up!"
She was intimidating and out of fear I raised my hands, palms next to my face. My privates were out in the open now. "I want your hands straight up," she scolded me. I did as she told and immediately
felt like a naughty child being punished my his teacher. "Girls apply the paste." She said to her team. The girls started applying a rough bad smelling paste to my whole body. It was yellowish green
and smelled of herbs. "What is this for ?" I asked. The girls laughed. "You will find out soon." One of them said. Bakasur was still standing at the same spot watching me standing naked with my hands
up, girls applying a paste on me. "Can you ask him to leave ? I requested the leader of the girl squad. She walked ahead took some paste in her hands and a stood face to face. She rubbed the paste to
my under arms. It felt so erotic to be dominated by this beautiful woman. "I had to call Bakasur in because of you. Now he will stay and watch the entire transformation."
After applying the paste the girls relaxed, while i stood. Except my head hair they had covered me entirely with the paste. Afte waiting for 10 minutes, they asked me to go the bathroom. In the
bathroom two girls came with razors in hand. They started from my feet and moved the razor on my skin. It glided effortlessly through my skin thanks to the paste and beneath i was hairless. They were
getting my entire body hairless ! "Please dont do this" i begged but they didn't react. These girls were just doing their job. Slowly they covered my entire body, their razors swifty removing all the
body hair. They even did my face and after removing the lighy stubble i was clean shave throughout. Then they asked me to step into the bath and I was releived for that. The bath was so relaxing and
got me fresh. When i stepped out of the bath, couple of girls dried me and made to stand me in front of the mirror.
With my long hair and no facial and body hair i felt weird. Moving my hand and legs felt very smooth. The girls applied cream throughout and moisterized my skin. The leader came in front of me and
asked me to raise my hands again. She applied a nice smelling powder to my underarms and the rest around my neck. "Its not enough to look pretty. You got to smell good as well." She said.
Yesterday my transformation was hurried and haphazard because the queen wanted to present me in court. But today we had time so the girls had come in full preparation to make me a complete woman.
They handed me a panty and asked me to wear it. It was a delicate pink panty with lace work. I stepped into it and pulled it on. Next came the bra, it was a pink lace bra with cute tiny flower print.
They asked me to keep my hands striaght in front of me then slipped the bra through my hands. Adjusting the straps on my shoulder a girl clasped the hook on the back. The cups were padded and
supported my little clean shaved boobies well. It looked like I had actual breasts.
Standing there in a lace trimmed pink bra and panty between all the beautiful girls was a weird feeling. I saw in the mirror's reflection that bakasur was staring at me with lustful eyes. I felt so
vulnerable at that point and covered my breasts with my hands. "Look, just by putting lingerie on she becomes a woman. Acting all shy now." Next they made me sit on a chair and a girl brought a hot
wire in front of me. She held my nostril and brought the hot wire towards it. I understood they are piercing my nose and before I could react two girls pinned my hands to the chair and other girl
held my head. The girl passed the hot wire through my nostril and I screamed in pain. Tears ran down my eyes in torcher. They inserted a small cute nose stud in my nose. Yesterday they had made me
wear a clip on nath but today i had a nose piercing. They were making me more and more feminine. I was thankful that they inserted only a small stud.
"I had anticipated you would cry, given the sissy you are." The leader said "so we did the piercing before makeup so that it doesn't get spoilt." I looked on the bed and they had setup the saree
blouse and all the jewellry there. "We are going to turn you into a beautiful house wife. Are you ready" the leader asked me. What option did I have ?
#256
Nandini(Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:03)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 4
They made me get up and wear a blue petticoat. They tied the strings of petticoat tightly. Next came the blouse. It was matching to the saree they had selected. It was a green blouse with red borders
at the sleeves. They made me wear the blouse and closed the hooks in the front. They tied the string tightly in the back and the blouse was now a very tight fit, making my boobs appear even round and
big.
Next came the saree. It was a green khan saree with red borders. Traditional saree worn by women of maratha kingdom. The girls laughed as they openend the saree to its full length. "This is your
first saree. So i know its a special one for any woman. You will look like a doll in it." Saying so they inserted one end of the saree in the petticoat and started draping it. I caught my reflection
in mirror, hands to my side raised above my waist so that they could drape the saree, i wondered how it had come to this. They pulled the pallu over my left shoulder and adjusted its length. Then
made nice pleats to the pallu and pinned it firmly on my left shoulder. The saree wrapped tightly over my boobs and gave me a nice figure. Then they pulled the remaining length of the saree and made
the bottom pleats. They were absolutely neat and crisp. Then they tucked the pleats in. The length was such that my navel was visible and it looked sexy. They used a lot of pins to secure the saree
and they draped it so perfectly that it was tight in all the right places. It hugged my butt and made it appear bigger. It made my curves more evident. I felt beautiful. I felt vulnerable with the
skin show - my navel, and the low cut back of the blouse. But I also felt graceful with the neat pleats and the flowy pallu.
Seeing me admiring myself in the mirror, the leader said "Now you look good, dressed in saree." I looked down with embarrasment. She held my chin and made me look up "You are shy now only. We are
going to accessorize you like how a traditional maratha woman should, and take you out. How will you handle that ?" She teased me.
They made me sit on the chair in front of the mirror and started my makeup. The leader said "This makeup has been imported from other kingdoms. You are very lucky to get a chance to use it. Very few
girls in our kingdom can afford this. You are one of them. We'll explain all the products to you so that you can slowly start doing makeup on your own" They started with applying foundation on my
entire face giving me a smooth even texture. Then they focused on my eyes, bordering it with kajal. They did a winged eyeliner. Also they stuck big eyelashes on mine and curved them. Then applied
mascara on it. When i blinked my eyes they looked very feminine. My eyes looked beautiful. Then they did contouring on my cheeks to make it more feminine. Lastly they asked me to open my lips
slightly and applied dark red lipstick on my lips with a tiny brush. I looked at the mirror and was shocked to see how feminine they had made me.
Next came jewelry. They first made me wear a kamarband that made my waist look thinner and delicate. Then they made me wear a short choker type golden neckpiece. It was tight on my neck. Then came a
longer necklace. This was typical marathi style jewelry. Then they made me wear pearl studded jhumkas. They filled my hands with green and red bangles. "These are customary of a newly wed woman" they
explained and giggled as my ornaments made a sweet noise. A girl came forward and applied a chandra khor bindi on my forehead between my eyebrows. I couldn't beleive the reflection in mirror was me.
All i saw was a beautiful woman in full makeup, jewelry and saree.
Then came my hair. They made a center partition and brushed my hair smooth. Then they pulled the hair tight into a low bun. Then came the gajra. I saw bakasur's reflection in the mirror and he was
staring at me getting feminized with a smirk on his face. I looked down with shame as the girls rolled gajra over my bun and secured it with pins. Then they took a brooch with beautiful flower
patterns and stones and secured it to the centre of my bun. They tied two beaded strings from the brooch to both my earrings. Oh my hairdo made me feel so feminine !
The leader said "You are all but ready now. Just one final thing - saying so made me face her and she removed the small nose stud from my nose. Then she inserted something in my nose piercing. I
could not see it but felt its heaviness. "Now our princess is ready." Saying so she turned me by my shoulders towards the mirror. The reflection in the mirror made my jaw drop. She has inserted into
my nose a traditional marathi nath. It was one of the biggest I had ever seen!
#257
Nandini(Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:05)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 5
I stood there transfixed, watching my reflection in mirror. I didn't exist any more. In the mirror there stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was dressed in a crisp dark green khan
saree with red borders. The blouse shoulders were puffed slightly making her look more feminine. The blouse sleeves ended just above her elbows and hugged her arms tightly making her arms look
slender. A little below, her hands were filled with green bangles, that was a sign that she was newly married. Her hands filled with mehendi and nails painted a bright red.
The saree hugged her tightly at her hips and her breasts, giving her curves that she was not born with. The girls tied a kamarband adorned with jewels on her waist, making her waist look thinner. The
girls turned her around making her back face the mirror. The girls brought another full length mirror in front of her so she could clearly see how she looked from behind. Her hair bun was huge,
covered with lots of gajra. A brooch in the center of her bun connected with delicate chain to her earrings. It was the most feminine hairdo she had ever seen. Her blouse was tight and quite
revealing, tied with the blouse string into a bow and the latkan of the string falling below. Her ass looked bigger, courtesy of the tightly draped saree hugging her ass. The pleats of the saree were
perfect and intricate. Her toe nails were painted bright red as well, no part of her body left undecorated.
Her attention went to her most beautiful feature - her face. The makeup was so on point that once you saw her face, you had to take effort to not look at her. The smoky eyes, the contoured cheek,
nose and jawline, the full red juicy lips. Pearl earring and jewelled choker necklace framed her face beautifully. Her big pearled nath was irresistible to look at. Just looking at her one could feel
how heavy it must be. It was so big that if she openend her lips even slightly the nath touched her red luscious lips.
Everyone in the room was lost in her beauty. She herself shocked and unbelievable how feminine and beautiful she looked. The leader of the makeup girls stepped ahead and said "When we started
transforming you, little did we know that you would turn out so beautiful. Girls, I am proud of your work. And lady you," she said addressing me "You will face the world for the time today as a
married woman, do it with utmost care and responsibility." Saying so she took the pallu and adjusted it on my head. The pallu was slightly sheer, so you could still see the hair bun and gajra through
it, it just made me feel even more feminine.
"You are fully ready, but at the same time you are not at all ready. You understand why?" She asked me. I did not know what she was talking about. How more ready can I get ? Ufff. The girls laughed
and took me out to the living room. With one hand I held the pallu in place and with the other I lifted the saree pleats slighly from front to walk easily. Ohh I felt so feminine it was sending waves
of pleasure through me. Outside my husband, lord commander stood. Her jaw dropped looking at me. She didn't spend words complimenting me, instead she was ahead, held me in her arms and kissed me the
most long and passionate kiss I ever had. Standing in a room with a bunch of other girls looking at me, dressed completely feminine, ghunghat over my head, in the arms of my strong husband, I felt
weak in my knees with the overwhelming feeling.
A girl brought a tray a tray to us. In the tray was a tiny box of sindhoor and my managlsutra. I then realized why the leader told me I wasn't ready yet. Commander took full pinchful of sindhoor and
applied it on my maang as I stood there motionless, getting decorated like a docile wife. Then she took the magalsutra in her hand and the girls turned me around. She tied the managalsutra around my
neck and the girls clapped. I stood there teary eyed as the full realization hit me - I was now a married housewife, ready in sola singaar and in some time I will be presented in front of the people
in my new reality. Also, they'll make me do the vat purnima puja along with other married women, formally sealing my place as a woman in the society.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the girls nudging me forward. The leader said "Let's go dear, let's show the world your beauty. Your beauty is too precious to be kept a secret." Saying so I was
ushered outside the house into the street.
#258
Nandini(Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:07)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 6
As we walked the narrow lanes of the woman's quarters, I realized all the women were outside waiting to get a glimpse of me. As we passed the onlookers, I could her gasps of disbelief and surprised
comments. "She is so beautiful", "They totally transformed him", "Turned his arrogance and ego into dust", "Fits him well", "She looks good now" laughter and banter mixed with the commotion. I was
red with embarrassment in this walk of shame. Holding the pallu over my head on the shoulder, my nath, earring and payal constantly reminding of my punishment, bondage and humiliation.
I couldn't take it any more and slyly slid the pallu a little lower, bring it down on my face. Silently I pulled the pallu more down and covered my face with it entirely. I couldn't see clearly ahead
but that was ok, I could look down and the girls were guiding me. Hiding my face behind the ghunghat gave me a sense of safety. Shielded from the stares of strangers I didn't see feel so vulnerable.
I could still keep some of my self respect. Just then a girl from the makeup group said "Stop!" and we all slowed down "See she is acting oversmart and covered her face with ghunghat.
The leader came in front of me and raised my ghunghat, I looked down with shame. "You are smart, trying to hide your face and saving yourself from embarrassment ? Girls hand me some bobby pins."
Adjusting the pallu again over my head till the point where the sindoor was clearly visible, she secured the pallu on either side of my hair partition by inserted bobby pins through the pallu into my
hair. Then she took a safety pin and secured the pallu's end on my shoulder. I stood there embarrased, standing like a doll as the women watching me laughed at the scene. "There we have it, packed
and secured. The queen specifically wants everyone to be able to look at you clearly. They should see what happens with a traitor." I walked ahead teary eyed, to meet the other ladies and the banyan
tree for the vat purnima pooja.
#259
To Neha or Anjali(Sunday, 25 June 2023 05:59)
I HAVE A INDIAN CD STORY WHICH I WANT YOU TO ADD ON YOUR SITE WITH THE IMAGES. LET ME KNOW HOW CAN I SHARE WITH YOU. With pure Indian content a simple story. Thanks
#260
Riya(Sunday, 25 June 2023 07:42)
@ To Neha or Anjali
Ask them directly not here.
#261
sassy sandy(Sunday, 25 June 2023 12:49)
aryanjali@mail.com send email to this address to crossdressing tales or find a email id in the following link
https://crossdressingtales.wordpress.com/wcg/
IG CELEBRITY
I'm C.D. Prabhakar, a freelance web designer. Since graduating from college, I've been working independently and enjoying the freedom it provides. In my free time, I love exploring new things and
having unique experiences. Freelancing has been financially rewarding, allowing me to earn a good income. Like many people, I'm active on social media, especially IG. On my dedicated travel page, I
share photos of the places I visit. Although my follower count isn't large, I don't worry too much about it. Currently, I have over 100 followers, and I appreciate the engagement of those who follow
me. I also regularly share my workout routines on my account and engage my followers with polls. It's great to see that my follower count is gradually increasing.
I am 150 cm tall, which puts me on the shorter side. However, I embrace my height and focus on maintaining a strong and well-built body. Fitness has been my primary focus, helping me overcome any
concerns about my height. As a result of polls conducted on my IG account, I have made some changes. I changed my account name to D_Prabhakar_Alpha and have been growing my beard for the past three
months. At the end of each month, I typically run a poll to decide whether to trim the beard or continue growing it. It's great to see my followers becoming more engaged, and I value their input by
following their preferences from the poll. To further connect with my audience, I have started doing live sessions on IG as well.
As I continue to engage with my followers through live sessions, I've noticed that my social skills have been improving, which has had a positive impact on my freelancing career. One incident stood
out during a live session when a girl happened to pass by in the background of my video. The comments from my followers were filled with curiosity and a desire for me to talk to her. Encouraged by my
followers' enthusiasm, I conducted another poll to gather their opinion on locating and talking to the girl who appeared in the background of my live session. The response I received was
overwhelmingly positive, with a strong interest in finding her. Fuelled by their excitement, I decided to visit the restaurant where the incident had occurred, hoping to meet her. However, despite my
efforts, I couldn't find her, and I contemplated giving up on the idea. Yet, I couldn't ignore the disappointment I sensed among my followers. Days went by, and on a remarkable day, a girl approached
me and asked if she could sit in the chair opposite me. To my astonishment, it was the same girl from the live session!
As I smiled, she noticed my expression and inquired about the reason behind it. I candidly shared with her that I had been searching for her for a while. Surprised by my response, she burst into
laughter, finding the situation amusing. Our conversation began, and we introduced ourselves. I discovered that she is a software engineer, working at a company located near the restaurant. She
explained that she had been away, visiting her hometown for personal reasons, which is why she hadn't been to the restaurant in recent days. Excited by the development, I eagerly shared the news with
my followers, witnessing the happiness on their faces. I started visiting the restaurant more frequently, allowing Dharshini and me to meet each other on multiple occasions. I learned that her name
is Dharshini and she stands at around 175cm tall, towering over me during our walks on the road. However, I didn't let this height difference bother me, as I had come to terms with the situation and
enjoyed our time together.
Feeling bold and confident, I mustered up the courage to ask Dharshini out on a date. To my pleasant surprise, she was taken aback by my proposal but agreed, mentioning that she had something to
share with me as well. Overjoyed by her acceptance, I quickly made a reservation at a restaurant and prepared to pick her up on my bike.
On the special evening, I dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans, ready for our date. As I knocked on her door, I eagerly awaited her appearance. To my delight, I saw her stepping outside, adorned
in a beautiful white salwar with intricate silver designs. Her choice of footwear was flat shoes, and her long hair cascaded down in a single braided plait, adding to her charm. As we met, Dharshini
warmly embraced me, and together we left her apartment. She took notice of my bike but found it challenging to sit on it comfortably. In a thoughtful gesture, she handed me her car key, suggesting
that I drive instead. However, I confessed that I didn't know how to drive a car. Without any hesitation, Dharshini took charge and skilfully drove us to our destination. Throughout the evening, we
enjoyed each other's company, creating beautiful memories together.
#267
aditi(Tuesday, 27 June 2023 09:54)
IG CELEBRITY-2
Curious about what Dharshini wanted to share with me, I eagerly asked her to reveal it. With her beautiful fair complexion and warm smile, she posed a question, "Guess my age?" I observed her
youthful appearance and took a guess, stating, "26 years." In response, she burst into laughter and disclosed, "I'm actually 36 years old. I'm married, and I have a daughter."
The shock was evident on my face as I hadn't anticipated her age to be 10 years older than mine. Sensing my surprise, she reassured me, saying, "I understand it's a bit unexpected. I married at a
young age, and the marriage ended in divorce. Since then, I haven't been in a serious relationship as my focus has primarily been on work. I wanted to be upfront with you before we continue going
out, in case it's something you need to consider."
Curious about my age, Dharshini asked me the same question. Considering the situation and wanting to avoid potential disinterest due to the age gap, I hesitated to reveal my true age. Instead, I
decided to modify it slightly and responded, "30 years." Dharshini smiled and seemed content with my answer. She then extended an invitation for me to visit her home the following weekend, indicating
that she was comfortable with the age difference and being a divorcee.
Excited about my growing connection with Dharshini, I decided to share a limited version of our story with my followers, mentioning that she was a divorcee and that there was an age gap between us.
Many of my followers encouraged me to move forward, while a few advised caution and sincerity in our relationship. To seek their input more directly, I conducted another poll, asking whether I should
continue pursuing the relationship. The response was a resounding "Yes."
With the support of my followers, I made plans to visit Dharshini again on the following weekend. As I rang her doorbell, she greeted me with immense happiness and embraced me tightly, planting a
gentle kiss on my cheek. We exchanged warm greetings, and I suggested getting ready so we could go to a movie together, excited to spend more time in each other's company.
As our relationship deepened, we felt an undeniable connection between us. We began spending more and more time together, and at times, I even stayed at her spacious and luxurious home, which had
three bedrooms. Dharshini's successful career allowed her to live a comfortable lifestyle.
During this time, I continued conducting polls on Instagram to involve my followers in decision-making processes. One evening, however, we received news about a virus outbreak. The information
brought a sense of concern and uncertainty to our lives. As the news of the virus outbreak and the impending lockdown reached us, a sense of worry enveloped our lives. In light of the situation,
Dharshini expressed her concern for her daughter, who was studying at a girls' school in another state. She felt the need to bring her daughter home and considered making a phone call to discuss the
situation.
Surprisingly, Dharshini believed that her daughter would be able to travel on her own. I found this idea perplexing, as it seemed unusual for a child to undertake such a journey independently.
However, Dharshini assured me that her daughter was capable and responsible enough to make the trip safely.
During the lockdown period, Dharshini invited me to her apartment. Eager to see her, I arrived on Saturday evening and rang the doorbell. To my surprise, a young teenage girl opened the door. Despite
her youthful appearance, she was remarkably tall and inquired about my identity. I introduced myself as Prabhakar and asked for Dharshini. The girl called out, "Mom! Someone is here to see
you!"
The word "mom" struck me with astonishment. I had assumed that Dharshini's daughter would be much younger, possibly under the age of 10. Dharshini soon arrived, sensing my confusion, and introduced
me to her daughter. "This is Aditi, my daughter, studying in the 10th grade."
#268
Prakeerthi(Tuesday, 27 June 2023 11:00)
Aditi! Wow what a wonderful story, continue it, nice writing skills.
#269
Raju(Tuesday, 27 June 2023 21:41)
Nandini a fantastic feminization story. Pls don't take gap to post next parts
#270
Ayesha(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 01:12)
Part 1
In the bustling city of Bombay, there lived a man named Salman. He was a widower and worked as a manager in a multinational company. He had two children, a son named Junaid and a daughter named
Salma. Salman's life revolved around his work and his children.
In the same office, there was a modern Muslim woman named Fatima. She loved to dress elegantly and had a penchant for wearing jeans, dresses, and occasionally adorning a burqa. Fatima was known for
her beauty and style, and she became an inspiration for another colleague named Rahul.
Rahul, a close friend of Fatima and Salman, had a secret—he was a cross dresser. When he was alone, he would dress up in women's clothing, imitating Fatima's style. He would wear shalwar kameez,
sarees, dresses, jeans, tops, and even experiment with makeup. Fatima was aware of Rahul's crossdressing and fully supported him. She would gift him her dresses, burqas, and makeup, and even take him
along on shopping trips and outings, treating him as a female friend.
As time went by, Salman fell in love with Fatima and proposed to her. Fatima accepted his proposal and agreed to marry him, taking on the responsibility of caring for his two children. They had a
traditional Muslim wedding ceremony where Salman wore a sherwani, and Fatima donned a beautiful bridal lehenga choli. She adorned herself with maang tikka, jhoomar, bangles, a necklace, and a big
nath. The wedding was a grand affair, and everyone celebrated the union of Salman and Fatima.
On their first night together as a married couple, Fatima sat on the bed with a ghunghat covering her head. Salman entered the room, lifted the ghunghat, and was mesmerized by Fatima's beauty. He
kissed her passionately, and they shared a romantic and intimate night.
The following day, Fatima had to adhere to traditional customs. She dressed in traditional attire, covering her head with a veil, and wore a nosepin as a symbol of a married woman. Life after
marriage proved to be challenging for Fatima as Salman's parents were extremely traditional. They expected her to resign from her job and take care of the household and their children. Fatima found
it difficult to cope with these expectations and eventually decided to leave.
Salman, wanting a homely woman to take care of his family, married Rubina. Fatima was devastated and desperate to get back to Salman at any cost. She confided in Rahul, sharing her deep longing to be
reunited with Salman. Coincidentally, Rahul stumbled upon two magical rings that had the power to switch souls between bodies. He suggested to Fatima that if they wore the rings at 3 am, their souls
would exchange places—Rahul's soul would inhabit Fatima's body, Fatima's soul would occupy Rubina's body, and Rubina's soul would reside in Rahul's body.
Fatima and Rahul put the plan into action at 3 am. Rahul found himself in Fatima's body, and Fatima found herself in Rubina's body. Fatima, now in Rubina's body, became Salman's wife and embraced a
traditional lifestyle as expected by her in-laws. She dressed in traditional attire, catered to the needs of Salman, his children, and his parents. Despite the difficulties, Fatima found happiness in
her role as a devoted wife.
Meanwhile, Rahul was thrilled with his transformation. He reveled in the opportunity to dress up in different outfits, experiment with makeup, wear earrings, and even don a burqa when going out.
Fatima's mother was pleased to see her daughter embracing traditional attire and even helped Rahul in cooking and household chores. Rahul continued working at the same office, now as Fatima, wearing
both Indian and Western attire.
#271
Ayesha(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 01:13)
Part 2
Rahul informed Fatima, who was now in Rubina's body, that the magic would only last for 30 days. They desperately searched for a solution to stay in their new bodies permanently. Fatima came up with
a plan—if Rahul (in Fatima's body) married Salman and got pregnant within the 30-day window, the spell would not revert, and they could continue living as Fatima in Rubina's body and Rahul in
Fatima's body.
Initially shocked by the proposal, Rahul eventually agreed, as he too didn't want to return to his old life. Fatima convinced Salman and his parents to accept Rahul as his second wife. They agreed,
and soon Rahul, in Fatima's body, married Salman in a traditional wedding ceremony. Rahul, now dressed as a bride, wore a gorgeous khara dupatta set, along with a maang tikka, jhoomar, bangles, a
necklace, and a big bridal nath. The wedding was a joyous occasion, and both Fatima and Rahul were incredibly happy.
On their wedding night, Rahul, as Fatima, sat on the bed with a veil covering his head. Salman entered the room, praised Rahul's (Fatima's body) beauty, lifted the veil, and kissed him lovingly. They
shared an intimate and romantic night together.
The following day, Rahul, in Fatima's body, dressed in a green shalwar kameez, matching bangles, and jewelry. He replaced his nose ring with a nose pin, symbolizing his status as a married woman.
Rahul went into the kitchen and found Fatima (Rubina's body) there. Fatima (Rubina's body) asked Rahul how the night had been, and Rahul felt shy. Fatima (Rubina's body) assured him that they were
like sisters and there was no need for shyness between them. Rahul opened up and shared his experience of being with Salman, expressing his satisfaction and happiness as Salman's wife.
Both Fatima and Rahul continued to live as traditional wives, dressing identically in matching shalwar kameez, bangles, necklaces, dangling earrings, anklets, toe rings, and matching innerwear. They
even made it a habit to wear ghunghats while serving their in-laws. They took care of the household, Salman's children Junaid and Salma, and embraced their roles wholeheartedly.
After a month, James, now in Fatima body, started experiencing morning sickness. She took a pregnancy test and discovered that she was pregnant. Rahul and Fatima (Rubina's body) were overjoyed by the
news. Rahul, in Fatima's body, received extra attention and care from Salman, Fatima (Rubina's body), and their in-laws. In due time, they celebrated a grand baby shower, and in the ninth month,
Rahul gave birth to a baby girl.
The house was filled with immense happiness, and they named the baby girl Ayesha, a tribute to the love and bond they shared. Salman was blissfully unaware of the truth—that Fatima was Rahul, and
Rubina was Fatima. He continued to have a romantic life with both his wives, unaware of their switched identities. In the privacy of their bedroom, he would make love to both, and they reciprocated
their love for him.
Fatima and Rahul continued to dress identically, sharing the same makeup and jewelry. They remained devoted to Salman, embraced the traditional lifestyle at home, and wore burqas when going out, as
per the wishes of their in-laws. However, when Salman took them out without his parents around, they would dress in jeans, tops, and dresses, enjoying the freedom to express themselves.
In their unique arrangement, both Rahul and Fatima found happiness and contentment. Salman's two children grew up under their loving care, and Ayesha was adored and cherished by everyone in the
family. Salman ensured both his wives were happy and fulfilled.
And so, their extraordinary journey continued, as Fatima and Rahul, in their switched bodies, embraced their newfound identities and lived a life of love, acceptance, and togetherness.
#272
Neelam(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:08)
Hey All,
Posting all new stories in English, please read and comment:
https://storimania.blogspot.com/
#273
aditi(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:40)
IG CELEBRITY-3
After I entered the apartment, Dharshini warmly welcomed me with a hug, saying, "Hi Prabha." She introduced me to her daughter as a friend. Curious about the age difference, I asked, "I didn't know
you had a daughter of this age." She reminded me, "I mentioned being married at an early age."
We engaged in conversation while enjoying a delicious dinner together. As the time to leave approached, I informed Dharshini of my intention to go. However, she insisted, "Why don't you stay until
the lockdown is over? You don't know how to cook, and staying alone won't be easy." I hesitated, considering her daughter's presence. Dharshini reassured me, "She'll be fine with it. You can sleep in
your current attire tonight, and tomorrow we'll go and pick up some clothes for you."
Reluctantly, I accepted her kind offer. Dharshini guided me to a spacious bedroom and said, "Make yourself comfortable here." I lay on the bed, contemplating the surprising fact that her daughter was
just ten years older than me. Thoughts about my next steps filled my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, we went to my apartment to collect my clothes and returned to stay at Dharshini's house. Let me describe Aditi to you. She is around the same height as Dharshini, or perhaps slightly
taller, with a fair complexion like her mother. Her hair is styled in a typical mid-length fashion, reflecting her teenage years. Initially, she didn't talk to me much, but gradually we began
conversing more comfortably. She even started calling me "Prabha," which I didn't mind.
Three months had passed since the lockdown was imposed, and we were still staying indoors, venturing out only to buy groceries individually. Everything was going smoothly, and I found myself
increasingly addicted to my IG account since I didn't have much else to occupy my time. I often asked my viewers for movie recommendations. One day, Aditi asked me, "Hey Prabha, what are you always
doing on your phone, like people our age?" She laughed. I replied, "Aditi, I'm mostly engaged with my IG account," and proceeded to show her my profile. To my surprise, she exclaimed, "Wow, Prabha,
you have 2k followers!" I smiled in response. Later that day, she sent me a friend request, which I gladly accepted. I then went to her profile and was astonished to see that she had more than 100k
followers.
The next morning, as I sat down at the breakfast table, I couldn't help but ask Aditi about her impressive number of followers. "Aditi, you have so many followers! That's amazing," I remarked. She
replied with enthusiasm, "Hey Prabha, it's not that much. I'm actually aiming for 1 million!" I chuckled and said, "That's fantastic, Aditi. Can you teach me some tips?" We continued our
conversation, sounding like a pair of teenagers.
Dharshini interrupted our chatter, saying, "Both of you, don't talk while eating." We grinned at her and nodded, heeding her advice. Once she finished her meal, Aditi came to my room. She was dressed
in a t-shirt and shorts, revealing her smooth, long legs. Her hair was styled in a ponytail.
"Hey Prabha, show me your profile," Aditi requested. I handed her my phone, and she examined my IG profile. After a brief evaluation, she commented, "You shouldn't follow too many people. It's better
to have a smaller number of followers and engage with them. Also, try to avoid following accounts with fewer followers." I listened attentively to her advice. She continued, "It seems you've been
posting questions regularly, which is good. However, the questions could be a bit more interesting." Her words sparked my curiosity.
"Okay, let's start something," Aditi suggested. She posted a story with the prompt, "Ask me something interesting." We eagerly waited to see what questions would come our way. Soon, the questions
started flowing in, ranging from inquiries about my background and profession to queries about my beard, which had grown quite long. One particular question stood out: "How would you look without the
beard?" It was intriguing to see the engagement and curiosity from the viewers.
#274
aditi(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:41)
IG CELEBRITY-4
In the morning, I showed Aditi the questions I had received during my live session. She complimented me, saying, "It's good, Prabha." She then proceeded to teach me how to create reels and other
engaging content. I started implementing her suggestions, and my follower count began to increase. I made it a habit to create and post one reel every day, which helped my account reach around 3k
followers.
With the growing popularity, I started conducting live sessions as well. During one of these sessions, the question about my clean-shaven look resurfaced. I mentioned it to Aditi, and she suggested
that we do a poll to decide whether I should trim my beard or shave it off completely. She even volunteered to shave it for me if the majority voted for it, accompanied by a mischievous smile.
Following her suggestion, I posted a poll with the options of trimming the beard or shaving it off. I set the duration for 24 hours and went to sleep with the majority of the votes favoring trimming
the beard. However, when I woke up the next morning, Aditi asked anxiously about the poll's outcome. I informed her that the majority of votes were still for trimming the beard, with only a few hours
left. She seemed disappointed and left the room.
To my surprise, in the last couple of hours, there was a sudden surge of votes in favor of shaving my beard. The result showed that 54% of the participants wanted me to shave it off. I was in shock
as I sat there contemplating the outcome. Just then, Aditi walked back into the room and exclaimed, "Seems like you have to shave your beard after all," while showing me the poll result.
Dharshini, who had been busy working from home, noticed my dull expression as I entered her room. She asked me what was wrong, and I explained the whole situation about the poll and the beard.
Dharshini reassured me, saying, "Don't do it, dear! I actually like your beard." I expressed my concerns about my followers not liking me without the beard and mustache. Just then, Aditi entered the
room with a shaving kit in hand, surprising both Dharshini and me. Dharshini looked confused, and I clarified, "Yeah, she will be the one shaving my beard if the option to shave wins." This made
Dharshini laugh.
Since I had gained some weight during the three months of lockdown without any workouts or access to the gym, Dharshini took me to the bathroom and applied shaving cream on my face. My hair had also
grown longer during the lockdown, so she put a headband on my hair to keep it out of my face. I sat down opposite the mirror, unable to see my own face as Aditi began shaving off my beard and
mustache completely.
Aditi took the headband and comb, and skillfully styled my hair in the hairstyle she had chosen, which was an asymmetric haircut
[https://hairstylecamp.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/short-asymmetric-haircut-for-teenage-girls.jpg]. She showed me the result, and I was amazed at the transformation. The hairstyle covered half of
my face, and my smooth, freshly shaved face revealed only a couple of pimples and a tan. I wrapped a towel around my face and headed to Dharshini's room, wanting to surprise her. Aditi, however,
couldn't contain her excitement and pulled off the towel, revealing my new look to Dharshini.
Dharshini burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Wow! Sweetie, you look so cute now!" I couldn't help but smile at her reaction. It was true that without the beard, I appeared much younger, maybe around
22-25 years old, instead of my usual look of someone in their 30s. Aditi then took me to the garden and started capturing photos of me with her expensive mobile phone. She showed me the results, and
I was stunned by how good I looked in the pictures.
Following Aditi's suggestion, I posted a photo of myself with the shaved beard and styled hair on IG that night before going to sleep.
#275
aditi(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:42)
IG CELEBRITY-5
In the morning, I woke up to find many comments on my photo, and I received around 1000 likes, which is the highest number of likes I've ever gotten on a photo. I have been going through the
comments, and most of them are filled with compliments like "cute" and "pretty," and people saying I look like a college student. However, there are also many hate comments, such as "you don't look
like an alpha now," and some others that were quite hurtful. A few people even unfollowed me. Aditi entered the room, and I showed her the comments and likes. She encouraged me and said, "You've got
more likes now, so don't let the hate comments bother you, Prabha. People can be like that sometimes, but don't worry." Her words gave me encouragement, so I decided to post another picture, this
time a side pose of my face.
The number of likes increased, but unfortunately, so did the number of hate comments. I felt upset and decided to stop posting pictures. Aditi suggested that I block the hate comments. Weeks went by
without any new posts, and my beard started growing a little. Then, one night, I posted a picture of my face with a week's worth of beard growth and went to sleep.
The next morning, as I sat down at the breakfast table, Aditi greeted me with a cheerful "Good Morning!" It was then that I realized I didn't have my mobile phone with me. After breakfast, I went to
check my room and found my phone in a different place than where I usually put it. I tried to log in to Instagram to check my profile, but I couldn't. Despite numerous attempts, I still couldn't log
in. I approached Aditi, and she tried searching for my profile, only to discover that it wasn't there.
We tried every possible option, but the problem persisted. I felt devastated and incredibly sad. Throughout the entire day, I attempted to resolve the issue, but the outcome remained the same. As
dinner was being prepared that night, Dharshini called me to join her, but I declined, saying that I didn't want to eat. Later, she entered my room with a glass of milk, finding me sitting in the
darkness. She urged me to at least drink the milk and asked me what had happened. While recounting the story to her, I became emotional, and she noticed, embracing me tightly. I cried on her
shoulder, and she comforted me by saying, "It's okay, sweetie. It's just Instagram. We can create it again." I worriedly asked about my followers, to which she reassured me, "They will come da, don't
worry." At that moment, Aditi entered the room and said, "It's okay da, Prabha. I'll help you." It was the first time she called me "da". Her encouraging words warmed my heart, and I gratefully
replied, "Thanks!"
The next morning, Aditi entered the room and woke me up, saying, "Wake up, da Prabha! Let's start by creating the profile." She took my phone and began setting up the profile. She asked, "Okay, what
name do you like, da?" Aditi hesitated at the suggestion of "Dprabhakar_alpha," expressing her dislike for such a name. I mentioned that the name should be something we both like. Aditi then
suggested "Prabha_elsa" based on my fondness for Elsa from Frozen. I considered it, but then I remembered my liking for "El" from Stranger Things. I proposed the name "el_prabha." Without any further
discussion, Aditi quickly set the name as suggested and proceeded to use the same shaved face photo as the profile picture. I insisted that she should post the old picture with the beard instead.
However, she dismissed my suggestion, stating, "You'll look like an uncle, da! No one will follow you! Trust me, I know what I'm doing, da Prabha." Frustrated, I replied, "I don't think so!"
#276
aditi(Wednesday, 28 June 2023 10:08)
IG CELEBRITY-6
One week had passed, and my new profile had only around 300 followers. I expressed my disappointment to Aditi, mentioning that if I had kept the name of the old profile, some of the previous
followers might have followed the new one as well. Aditi reassured me, saying that we could increase the follower count even more. I replied skeptically, "I don't think so, Aditi." She responded,
slightly irritated, "So you don't believe me, da?" Just then, Dharshini entered the room and asked what was happening between us. I explained, "Dharshini! Aditi created a new profile for me, but I
feel it won't reach the old followers." Dharshini inquired, "Why, sweetie? Why do you think that?" I explained that Aditi had created a new name and used a different picture, and she didn't want me
to post the old photos either. I expressed my doubts about the new profile's potential for growth. Aditi became upset and proposed a bet. She said, "Okay, Prabha, let's make a bet. If I can get you
more followers than your old profile in a month, then you have to do one thing I ask without rejecting it." I hesitated, considering that my old profile had over 3,000 followers, which I had
accumulated over two years. I replied, "Aditi, do you really think it's possible to surpass 3,000 followers in just one month? I've had that many for years." Aditi proposed that if she lost, she
would agree to do something of my choosing. I agreed reluctantly, saying, "Okay, Aditi, I'm okay with that." Dharshini intervened, declaring herself the judge of the bet. She confirmed the one-month
timeline and the goal of surpassing 3,000 followers. With a light-hearted comment, she said, "You really fight like children! Okay, it's settled! Now, let's all have our dinner."
The next day, Aditi insisted that I shave my face again. I questioned her, asking why, but she simply commanded me to do as she said. Reluctantly, I agreed, and we proceeded to shave my face,
including the sideburns. Once again, I took a photo with a similar hairstyle, and we posted it. Surprisingly, within one week, the profile gained 500 followers. However, Aditi seemed disappointed
with the progress. She then asked if I had any other outfits, as she felt I had gained weight recently. She went to her mom and returned with a black sweater-like dress with long sleeves. She
instructed me to wear it, and when I asked whose dress it was, she evaded the question, insisting I wear it first. I complied and joined her for a photo session. She styled my hair differently and
captured several pictures of me. We chose one and posted it. Overnight, my followers reached 1000. The comments praised my appearance, but some questioned why I had a boycut hairstyle.[
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d5/03/2d/d5032de89934db3d7922bd8ca9ecc579.jpg]
Aditi advised me to ignore the comments and focus on increasing our followers. However, she remained dissatisfied with the progress. Two weeks had passed, and we had only reached the 1000-follower
mark, which fell far short of our expectations. Aditi then came up with another outfit—a beige-colored overcoat and cropped pants that reached three-quarters of the leg. She asked me to wear it,
suggesting that we go to the park for a photo session. Outside, she handed me her headset and instructed me to wear it. She took numerous photos of me, encouraging me to smile for one particular
shot. We selected the best picture and eagerly awaited the comments.[ https://i.pinimg.com/736x/29/e1/01/29e101b84699bdf60fe5dd07d1774337.jpg] I have inquired about the dress and she told that “Its
my old dresses da, when I used to be chubby!”
#277
Prakeerthi(Thursday, 29 June 2023 04:57)
Adithi di, very good going.
#278
Sneha(Thursday, 29 June 2023 05:28)
Shrink and expand
My Name is madhu I have resigned my job and today is my last working day, i asked relieving from work immediately but company asked to handover the work before i move. Unfortunately one week before
while i was leaving to my home after work. When i was in lift with kiran lift stopped for 5 minutes after we heard huge thunder sound, after that incident everything was normal and i left from their
to my office. Next day i was feeling huge stomach pain and i took off from work, I went to doctor but he suggested to go for gynecologists due huge pain i didn't went their after 4 days i felt normal
and had a nice breakfast in the pain i didn't observed much my penis size has shrink to 25 % of my normal size penis earlier my penis was 8 inches but now it became 2 inches and it is reacting to
masturbation. My penis is not getting harder so immediately i took good gyanec appointment and visited her. She heard totally and asked me to show my penis i was hesitated but she said if you won't
show it can't help you. She removed my upper half and checked at my chest.
She said your are changing into woman very fast your boobs are also started growing, Last 4 days the stomach pain you had is your periods. I begged doctor to make me normal but she said you are
changing as women very rapidly this time if we do anything it will risk your life. Then what should we do doctor i asked her she said first you become complete woman and then we will think.
I told in my office that i have a tumor in my stomach, so i am going back to my hometown. But i informed my mom about my situation and then she said i always wanted daughter please come and stay with
me. I got angry with her words and disconnected the calls, I started feeling sagging at my boobs and not feeling comfortable in men's clothes because my hip size has also became wide. I want to order
some female clothes while ordering female clothes i took almost 3 hours there are so many types, patterns in women's dress. I wore nightie inside bra and panty i felt really comfortable and
beautiful.
So at last i am leaving the office today, while i am leaving the office i have seen kiran on the roadside. She sat totally in dark when i went their she is crying on the road. I stopped my car and
wished her hey kiran good evening she clearing her tears said good evening madhu, what happened kiran why you sat in the dark and why are you crying like this. She said personal problems, i said ok
let's drop you at your place, we started to her place and in between i was shocked because i saw huge tower in her skirt. I said in a shock what is this she kept her head down and i stopped car in
the dark place where nobody can see us i told her get out she came out and i took her behind the tree and kept my hand in her skirt and removed her penis she is enjoying everything and didn't said
anything i gave her good hand job and cum has came out from her penis and it came back to normal position. She said are you gay no i will explain you in the car.
While moving i told all my story and i said that day we both are there when storm fallen and our bodies started changing. She said it means i said yeah i had periods in the last week and my penis is
shrink to 2 inches and my boobs started growing. she said that's why you resigned the job i said she said what you do resigning this job. I am changing my residence as a woman and i will try job as
new identity but i am not feeling secure to stay single as a woman. She said ok let's shift to my PG and i am moving out any way i shifted her PG and she shifted to Boys hostel.
Please post your comments
#279
Sneha(Thursday, 29 June 2023 08:41)
Shrink and Expand
Everybody in boys hostel started calling Kiran as a flashlight seeing her erecting penis, My position is also same here i got my second periods and my penis was got totally vanished and new vagina
has formed and my boobs has round and came in perfect shape. I took A cup bra's earlier but that bra's are not fitting because of my new shapes and Kiran gave me her bra's because they are no use for
her for now and i am using her C cup bra's.
We both are unable to adjust to new genders and roles, I always feel like some one starring at my parts and following me where i go, Kiran sent message to her in the villa which is there in out of
city, i was terrified to go with her to that because we both changed. I said i have some other work so asked her to met in coffee shop. She said i want to deserted place, I asked her why. She said
she want to discuss with me. Then i asked her to choose place near by, she sent location i went their she sat on the bike wearing rugged jeans and shirt. The moment we met without our knowledge we
hugged each other affectionately. The moment we hugged our penis got erect and i felt bad and said i hugged affectionately but you have a dirty that's why your penis got erected. She said sorry
because of so many reasons please listen to me, you can only help me with this.
She started saying I was very happy being a boy unlimited freedom and nobody cares what i do and you know i told about my situation to my parents they are really happy that they got new son and she
asked me did you tell about you in your house, I said no she asked me why. My father always thought i will be his successors and takes care of the family and how can go in front of her.
Kiran: Ok can you help me
Madhu: Whatttt
Kiran: Laughed out loudly and said you are becoming slowly women
Madhu: you also becoming boy
Kiran: I am becoming boy means i am feeling young but you are becoming women means old first enjoy you womanhood for some days
Madhu: What should i do
Kiran: First stop wearing this punjabi suits and sari's like a aunty
Madhu: I want to tell you something if you wont make fun of it
Kiran: Please tell my baby
Madhu: Actually i brought so many modern dress even i am unable to control my feelings, I want to expose my body in different angles and want to have girly fun
Kiran: Wow you are also opening and tell me what is stopping you from doing this
Madhu: First Hostel dress code and second i am not confident to go out
Kiran said wait i will come and she left, I was waiting for kiran in the dark and afraid that some body will come and kiran came she gave me one dress and told me to change. I asked near she said in
the woods women has to manage. So i went into the woods and removed salwar tops and wore the dress she brought and removed my hot pant, The dress was in the golden color and i came out kiran was
stunned with my beauty..
again her penis erected i hitted on her penis gentle and pressed it down and hugged her she was also smiling about our situations happened to us.
Please post your comments
#280
aditi(Thursday, 29 June 2023 10:04)
IG CELEBRITY-7
I became angry and shouted at Aditi, questioning why she had made me wear her dresses. She looked visibly upset, and I stormed off to the room, sitting on the bed. As I reflected on what had
happened, I realized that she was actually trying to help me. None of my own clothes fit me, so she had given me her dresses. Furthermore, the dresses she provided were not overly feminine; they were
more unisex in nature. I had overreacted.
Feeling remorseful, I went to visit Aditi, who appeared saddened. I approached her and apologized, saying, "Sorry, di Aditi." She replied, "Just go, da! No need to talk!" I persistently expressed my
remorse, assuring her that I would not say anything further. Aditi sighed and admitted, "I did it for your own good, da! You were the one who was upset about the followers." I finally understood her
intentions, and she looked at me before embracing me in a hug. There was one more week remaining until the one-month deadline for our bet. However, we still only had around 1,500 followers.
During a meal, Dharshini reminded us, "Sweetie! Don't use your phone while we're eating, and that goes for you too, Aditi, dear." I acknowledged her request, saying, "Okay, Mom." Dharshini then
inquired about the bet, asking who had won. I replied, "There's one more week, Dharshu. I'll win, no matter what." Aditi interjected, saying, "Hey, don't say that." Dharshini scolded her, stating,
"Aditi, why do you address him without respect?" Aditi defended herself, arguing that I appeared younger than my age. Dharshini sighed and said, "Alright, but I'll win the bet." She left the room in
anger.
Later, Aditi entered my room and asked, "Prabha, are you busy?" I responded, questioning why she suddenly addressed me with so much respect. She explained, "When Mom asks me to do something, you
haven't done anything. Now you're asking." I smiled and replied, "It's okay, di! Dharshini is like that. I'm fine with it." Aditi handed me another dress, a white t-shirt with long, full sleeves, and
asked me to join her outside. We took a photograph and posted it. While the number of likes increased, the follower count remained the same. However, I received numerous comments stating that I
looked like a tomboy. I paid little mind to them.
With only two days left, I confidently told Aditi, "You're going to lose. Mine is still at the 1600 mark." She warned me not to get overconfident, reminding me that there were still two more days to
go. Aditi pondered all the possibilities, desperate to avoid losing. She brought an olive-colored top and meticulously styled my hair. She even brought a lip balm and insisted I apply it, claiming my
lips looked dry. I complied, and we took a photo of me sitting on the stairs. I questioned her, wondering what difference one more picture could make after posting so many already. She simply said,
"You will see."
We had dinner and went to sleep. The next morning, as I woke up and checked my phone, I was stunned to see a flood of notifications. My follower count had surpassed 3.5K overnight, exceeding my
previous number of followers. I was shell-shocked. Rushing downstairs, I found Aditi with a smile on her face. She asked, "Are you ready now, da?" I couldn't comprehend how it was possible. She
smiled and showed me the post she had put on her story, rallying support for me with the words "Support My Friend." It turned out that her single story had brought me an additional 2K followers
overnight. Overwhelmed with joy, I embraced her tightly, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
#281
aditi(Thursday, 29 June 2023 10:08)
Updating with images --
IG CELEBRITY-7
I became angry and shouted at Aditi, questioning why she had made me wear her dresses. She looked visibly upset, and I stormed off to the room, sitting on the bed. As I reflected on what had
happened, I realized that she was actually trying to help me. None of my own clothes fit me, so she had given me her dresses. Furthermore, the dresses she provided were not overly feminine; they were
more unisex in nature. I had overreacted.
Feeling remorseful, I went to visit Aditi, who appeared saddened. I approached her and apologized, saying, "Sorry, di Aditi." She replied, "Just go, da! No need to talk!" I persistently expressed my
remorse, assuring her that I would not say anything further. Aditi sighed and admitted, "I did it for your own good, da! You were the one who was upset about the followers." I finally understood her
intentions, and she looked at me before embracing me in a hug. There was one more week remaining until the one-month deadline for our bet. However, we still only had around 1,500 followers.
During a meal, Dharshini reminded us, "Sweetie! Don't use your phone while we're eating, and that goes for you too, Aditi, dear." I acknowledged her request, saying, "Okay, Mom." Dharshini then
inquired about the bet, asking who had won. I replied, "There's one more week, Dharshu. I'll win, no matter what." Aditi interjected, saying, "Hey, don't say that." Dharshini scolded her, stating,
"Aditi, why do you address him without respect?" Aditi defended herself, arguing that I appeared younger than my age. Dharshini sighed and said, "Alright, but I'll win the bet." She left the room in
anger.
Later, Aditi entered my room and asked, "Prabha, are you busy?" I responded, questioning why she suddenly addressed me with so much respect. She explained, "When Mom asks me to do something, you
haven't done anything. Now you're asking." I smiled and replied, "It's okay, di! Dharshini is like that. I'm fine with it." Aditi handed me another dress, a white t-shirt with long, full sleeves, and
asked me to join her outside. We took a photograph and posted it. While the number of likes increased, the follower count remained the same. However, I received numerous comments stating that I
looked like a tomboy. I paid little mind to them.[ https://i.pinimg.com/736x/47/32/b1/4732b12fdfd7fc6ef240b8c84b2aef14.jpg]
With only two days left, I confidently told Aditi, "You're going to lose. Mine is still at the 1600 mark." She warned me not to get overconfident, reminding me that there were still two more days to
go. Aditi pondered all the possibilities, desperate to avoid losing. She brought an olive-colored top and meticulously styled my hair. She even brought a lip balm and insisted I apply it, claiming my
lips looked dry. I complied, and we took a photo of me sitting on the stairs. I questioned her, wondering what difference one more picture could make after posting so many already. She simply said,
"You will see." [https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/c3/8b/68c38b496723fe998932716878fdbec6.jpg]
We had dinner and went to sleep. The next morning, as I woke up and checked my phone, I was stunned to see a flood of notifications. My follower count had surpassed 3.5K overnight, exceeding my
previous number of followers. I was shell-shocked. Rushing downstairs, I found Aditi with a smile on her face. She asked, "Are you ready now, da?" I couldn't comprehend how it was possible. She
smiled and showed me the post she had put on her story, rallying support for me with the words "Support My Friend." It turned out that her single story had brought me an additional 2K followers
overnight. Overwhelmed with joy, I embraced her tightly, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
#282
Sravani(Thursday, 29 June 2023 14:53)
Hi all my name is sravan in my family 4 members me mom and dad and sister dad is business man so he is at outside home mostly and mom is home maker and my sister name is somya she studying 2 nd year
inter and I am studying 1 year my sister is very beautiful me and my sister are same colour and age gap is just one year in my 7 th class my sister got matured after that she turned very cute and
pretty she wore beautiful clothes and my sister and mom are become close and my sister is very beautiful I admire my sister her clothes her beauty some tymes I feel jealous about her In my 10 th
holidays one day I saw my sister clothes in my bathroom and I can't control my feelings and wore it give pressure what a fabric and smell of my sister bra giving sensation all over my body I slowly
trying my sister clothes when no body in my home and in bathroom some times I don't like my men clothes I attracted to my sister clothes slowly my holidays got over and I join intermediate College in
co education in the college when ever I see a girl I want become like that daily I pray God to plz change me to girl after 6 months I can't control my feelings but I don't dare to tell in my house or
sister because off pride of our family one day I got depression so much I pray God plz change me to a girl and I swallow sleeping pills slowly I got unconscious then suddenly my sister call mee hey
get up its time to go college go and get ready I don't understand how I survive and I slowly going to bathroom and I pee then there no penis I have pussy and I see my self in mirror I was so
beautiful and I have boobs and I am in nighty I don't understand what happened.
#283
Sravani 2(Thursday, 29 June 2023 21:12)
I am terrifying after seeing in mirror like girl I afraid off what my family think then my sister called me cheylli come fast from bathroom i need to go then I slowly came from bathroom my sister
somya also in nighty and she going to bathroom she told me to take ur uniform and ready after me u go we need to ho college fastly this day I had work I didn't understand any thing then I opened my
cupboard then I saw my college girls uniform and I got shocked then I saw my bag and it's in girly style then my phone it's have pink colour pouch then I open my mobile and see photos with my class
girls with my girl attire and I saw so many photos with my sister then my sister comeing out off bathroom wearing only towel up to her chest I closed my eyes then I realised i also girl that's why my
sister came front off me like this after that my sister wear her bra and panty and college uniform in front off me I feel shy because I never see my sister in nude after my sister told me to hey
sravani go fast to bathroom and come fast then I go to bathroom I removed my nighty and panty then I saw my nude body first time in mirror I am so beautiful actually slowly I got fresh n up squeeze
my boobs after that I tie towel like my sister and came out off bathroom then my sister saw mee and she is already ready then I go to my cubbord and taken my bra and panty and I wore it then my
college uniform chudidhar then my sister no time for me I brush ur hair today I said ok then my sister breash my hair and she apply simple makeup and matching sticker then we go goto hall and my mom
give us breakfast then we goto college with my sister bike I sat on her bike then I thinking what happened that night then I listen god voice i see ur pain that's why I changed u into girl enjoy
womenhood and then voice disappeared and I came to sensus
Note . This story is not real it's just my thinking pls don't suside it's just for fun
#284
Harmanpreet(Thursday, 29 June 2023 21:32)
Nandini you are doing amazing babe
Keep writing more often
#285
Deepali Chhakka(Friday, 30 June 2023 03:27)
Aditi - nice story, add humiliation & feminisation of prabha
#286
aditi(Friday, 30 June 2023 09:32)
IG CELEBRITY-7
"Hey Prabha, are you ready?" Prabha, filled with joy, replied that he was ready. "Okay, Aditi di, what do I have to do?" Aditi responded, "You have to pierce your ears. I will pierce my left ear
too." Prabha was surprised and said, "How can I pierce both ears, Aditi?" Aditi explained, "That's what the bet entails, dear." Seeing his confusion, she suggested putting up a poll on his account
and letting his followers decide. Prabha agreed.
Aditi grabbed her phone and created a poll asking, "Thanks for following! Should I pierce one ear or both?" Surprisingly, 75% of the respondents voted for both ears. Reluctantly, Prabha accepted the
decision. As they sat down for dinner, Dharshini noticed Aditi's smile and asked why she was so happy. Aditi responded, "Mom, it's because of the bet we made. I won, and as a result, Prabha has to
pierce his ears." Dharshini was shocked and turned to Prabha, asking if he was okay with it. Prabha smiled and said, "A bet is a bet, Dharshini." She agreed and decided to book an appointment for the
next day.
Since it was a lockdown, no piercing shops were open. They decided to go to a piercer's home. Dharshini drove them to the house, where a young woman in her twenties welcomed them. Aditi greeted her,
"Hi Sneha akka! How have you been?" Sneha asked, "Who's this?" Aditi introduced me as her cousin, explaining that we wanted to get our ears pierced. Prabha looked at Aditi, and she winked at him.
Sneha instructed us to come inside.
Sneha trimmed Aditi's hair and began piercing the second hole in each of her ears. She called out, "Sweetie, it's your turn now." She examined my ear and asked how I hadn't pierced my ear until now.
I replied, "It got closed, Sneha." Sneha corrected me, saying, "Sneha akka, sweetie." I smiled, realizing that despite my clean-shaven face and long hair, she was actually younger than me. Sneha
pierced each of my ears and advised me to grow out my hair. She dropped us off at home, and Aditi thanked her. I stayed quiet, and both of them looked at me. Finally, I said, "Thanks, Sneha akka."
She replied, "Anytime, sweetie," and left.
Aditi insisted on me wearing a small hoop earring instead of the stud that was initially put in. Reluctantly, I accepted her suggestion. While we were having dinner, Dharshini asked me how the
piercing went. I replied, "It was painful, but it went fine." As I was eating, my hair kept falling on my face, causing a bit of disturbance. Dharshini noticed this and said, "Aditi, bring your
headband. It seems Prabha is getting bothered by his hair." I tried to brush it off, saying it was okay, but Aditi went ahead and fetched a comb and a headband. Dharshini gently combed my hair and
placed the headband, assuring me it looked fine. However, when she saw me from the front, she was taken aback by the hoop earrings in both of my ears.
[https://i.pinimg.com/564x/af/c7/17/afc7172016f8787c71aeecec00d3f75f.jpg]
#287
aditi(Friday, 30 June 2023 09:33)
IG CELEBRITY-8
Dharshini was genuinely surprised and asked, "Prabha, why do you have both ears pierced? I thought we had agreed on just one." I was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. Aditi stepped in
and said, "Mom, as per the bet, we decided on ear piercing, but the IG poll suggested doing both."
Dharshini seemed unconvinced and retorted, "So you make decisions based on the internet, Aditi?" I could sense her anger, something I had never experienced from her before. Aditi quickly intervened
and asked me to step aside, urging Dharshini not to overreact. I felt like a child seeking shelter, hiding behind Aditi, who stood taller than me.
Dharshini, seeing our close bond and realizing her own reaction, eventually calmed down and said, "It's fine. I was just caught off guard, that's all." She could see that I was a little scared, so
she bent down to meet my eyes and reassured me, "It's okay, sweetie. It looks cute! I was just surprised, that's all." I smiled in relief and hugged her tightly around the neck, grateful for her
understanding.
Aditi said, "Wear this dress, da! We will take a photo and post it." I wore a dark blue round neck t-shirt with polka dots, and as I was about to remove the headband, she stopped me and said, "It is
cute, da. Leave it." So we took a photo and posted it. We received a lot of positive feedback, with comments like "pretty" and "cute," and Prabha also liked it. Many people sent heart symbols and
thanked me for accepting their suggestions. I feel so happy, and my follower count reached 4k. I was chatting with Aditi.
[https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3a/e3/c2/3ae3c23b797e3263b0e6b6d71821c4df.jpg]
Aditi's 10th-grade classes have started, and she has to attend online classes daily from morning to evening. I am bored, and most of the time, I engage with social media. I rarely reply to messages,
but due to boredom, I have started chatting with people as well. They have been praising my posts and accepting the followers' suggestions. I have received some hate comments, but I ignored them as
per Aditi's suggestions.
#288
నాని(Friday, 30 June 2023 10:46)
Hi
#289
Koti(Friday, 30 June 2023 11:07)
Aditi super undi story continue cheyandi more episodes
#290
Love(Friday, 30 June 2023 21:27)
Aditi. Awesome story. Continue
#291
Grammar(Friday, 30 June 2023 22:45)
Don't know �
#292
malarvizhi(Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:13)
Hi aditi nice start go with some humilation and teasing some indian costumes and make him younger sister
#293
aditi(Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:36)
IG CELEBRITY-9
Due to online classes, both Aditi and I were gaining some weight. During breakfast, Dharshini advised us to start jogging daily. So, we decided to follow her suggestion and planned to go jogging the
next day. Aditi said, "Prabha, we should reduce our weight and also take care of our skin." I replied, "Yes, Aditi, I was planning the same. If the gym were open, I would go there, but since it's
not, jogging seems like a good option." Aditi mentioned that there's a nearby ground where we could jog every morning and she offered to wake me up.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/1e/37/381e377a5c04136f5ccf3c75b54d0fa4.jpg
The next morning, Aditi woke me up and said, "Sweety, it's already 6 o'clock! Let's get started." I reluctantly got out of bed and said, "Okay, Aditi, but I don't have appropriate clothes for
jogging." Aditi was already dressed in a purple sleeveless top and dark blue 3/4 jogging pants. She went to her room and gave me an olive green hoodie with matching pants. She had her hair tied up in
a high ponytail. I put on the outfit, which was extra large for me, and we headed to the ground to start running.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/03/a4/f103a452bb536537a35298832ab1d08f.jpg
While running, my hair kept getting in my way. Aditi noticed and asked, "Sweety, where is your headband?" I replied, "How can I wear a headband outside?" She then asked me to sit down, and she
quickly created a messy low ponytail using the band she had. We resumed running, but after just 2 kilometers, we felt tired. We agreed to gradually increase the distance in the following
sessions.
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/f1/10/f6f110cd6464653c41bced96a0ba0bac.jpg
After running for over 2 months, we have successfully reduced our weight. I have been following a strict diet, which has resulted in additional weight loss, and my skin has become clearer and
slightly fairer than before. My hair has also grown well, reaching shoulder blade length, and I now resemble someone in their teenage years. Aditi, being on the taller side, is becoming more fit and
looks great. We appear to be in the same age group and have developed a close bond. We have started calling each other terms of endearment like "dear" and "sweetie" along with some nicknames.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/d3/e0/42d3e00fe569409121b06d0f4e262abb.jpg
Dharshini, who used to join us for jogging, started going to the office once a week. On one such occasion, she saw us returning from a running session and exclaimed, "Wow! Sweethearts! Both of you
look amazing! I think I should start jogging with you as well!" We were delighted to receive such a compliment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/b8/3f/d2b83fbd3d4f3f40997fbdaa84f0f21a.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/f1/b8/00f1b8a055a7b2620df4ca33d6034ec8.jpg
Aditi is wearing a yoga pant and a tight pink sleeveless top with her hair in a bun. As for me, I am dressed in a grey outfit consisting of a top and pants, paired with white running shoes. My hair
is styled in a half up ponytail, specifically the crown style popularized by K-POP, which Aditi suggested. We have been consistently sharing our workout videos and photos on social media. Aditi has
surpassed the 200k follower mark, while I am approaching 8k followers.
#294
aditi(Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:37)
IG CELEBRITY-10
Aditi had been struggling with her studies due to online classes. The quarter-term exams had recently taken place, and she scored around 300 out of 500 marks. Dharshini, being strict about studies,
found out about Aditi's marks during dinner. She questioned Aditi, saying, "Aditi, what happened to your term exam marks?" Aditi replied, "Yes, Mom, I got 300!" Aditi used to score around 400 marks,
so this decrease was concerning, especially since the 10th exams were important. Aditi's frustration led her to shout, "Why are my marks so low, Mom? I've provided you with everything—my own room, a
computer, and complete freedom. Yet, you can't focus on your studies, which should be your primary responsibility!" Aditi stood there silently, and then her phone beeped.
Dharshini continued, "That's the main problem, your carelessness. You're always on your phone and never concentrate on your studies. If this continues, I'll take your phone away from you!" I couldn't
help but laugh at Aditi's reactions. Aditi noticed and exclaimed, "See, Mom! Even Prabha is laughing! He's always on his phone too!" Dharshini didn't spare me either, saying, "Is he the one who's
going to take exams? You are the ones who have to write the exams! Do you understand?" She didn't let me off the hook either. "Prabha, don't play with her and always be on your phone. Sometimes I
don't know how many children I have!" Aditi chuckled and added, "Prabha should also write the 10th exams," and laughed. Dharshini, feeling upset, went to her room.
I went up to Aditi and hit her playfully, asking, "Why are you dragging me into this, di?" She responded, "I will drag you, da! Always." She hit me back and asked, "By the way, how much did you score
in the 10th exams?" I replied, "90%, di." She didn't believe me and accused me of lying. "Don't lie, da! Since no one can verify it, you just make up whatever comes to your mind!" I challenged her
and said, "Seriously, di! Okay, if I prove you wrong, you have to post a photo of mine on your profile." I knew she disliked posting others' photos on her profile, so she reluctantly accepted the
challenge.
I started searching through my entire Google Drive to find my certificate. Finally, I found it and woke her up the next day, presenting her with the certificate and saying, "Ready to post my
pictures, di!" She looked at the certificate and realized I had scored around 91% in the 10th exams. However, when she checked the name, I also realized my mistake. Aditi asked, "Whose certificate is
this, da?" I admitted, "It's mine, di," and realized that my full name, "Divya Prabhakar," was printed on it. I tried to take it back from her, but she was taller and stronger than me. She read it
aloud and exclaimed, "Oh my god! Really, da! Your name is Divya Prabhakar?" I pleaded, "Yes, di! Please don't tell anyone!" She questioned why I wanted to hide my name, ”Prabha.. Sorry Divya” and I
replied, "That's why I changed my name." Aditi hugged me and said, "It's a cute name, sweetie! I don't know why you wanted to hide it. Okay, let's take a photo of you.
#295
aditi(Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:37)
IG CELEBRITY-11
We had planned to go to a nearby restaurant that was open but less crowded due to the pandemic. I was dressed in a loose red round neck top and blue jeans, which now looked even looser on me after
losing weight. We arrived at the restaurant and took a few photos there. However, I was unhappy with my hair, so Aditi asked me to sit down, and she started styling it. She took the side sections of
my hair, twisted them, and then made a ponytail at the back. My hoop earrings were visible, and I wore red earrings to match my outfit. I had gotten used to wearing earrings now. We took photos of
each other while sitting and enjoying our coffee, capturing various moments. After some time, we headed back home.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/8f/58/dd8f5882e5e8fb73404f35d619a54fca.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/18/c7/9318c7c6fa76cb97c8e5cb64a4acaa5c.jpg
On the way, Aditi noticed her old friend, Swetha. She greeted her, saying, "Hi Swetha! How are you, di?" Swetha replied, "Hi Aditi, when did you come back home, di?" Aditi explained, "Due to the
pandemic, Swetha!" Swetha was slightly shorter than Aditi but still taller than me. She was wearing a white kurta and had her hair braided in a single braid. Her appearance was more homely compared
to Aditi, who had a more modern style. They chatted for a while, and then Swetha noticed me and asked, "And who is this cutie?" referring to me. I was surprised by their choice of words since I was
almost 10 years older than them. Due to my workout routine, weight loss, and lack of a beard, I appeared younger than my actual age. Additionally, my height made me appear even younger.
Aditi replied, "Oh, she's my cousin! Divya!!" She winked at me, and I playfully hit her hand. Swetha said, "Oh, Divya! Nice name! I'm Swetha, your sister's old classmate, but she seems to have
forgotten me!" I didn't know how to respond and stood there without saying anything. Aditi intervened, "Hey Swetha! She's a bit shy around new people, so she may come across as reserved. Don't worry,
she's not a kidnapper or anything!" We were both taken aback when Swetha referred to us as sisters. Many people assumed that Aditi was my sister, even though we weren't sure of our exact
relationship. But in Swetha's eyes, I was her sister. Just as I was about to say something, Aditi stopped me and said, "She's just a bit nervous around new people, that's all. It seems like a case of
mistaken identity!" "Oh, di!" I said dismissively. They continued their conversation for a while and then parted ways.
I asked Aditi why she introduced me as her cousin. She replied, "What else was I supposed to say, Divya? Should I have said you're a friend of my mom's who happens to be with me most of the time?" I
thought the cousin explanation was acceptable, but it seemed that Swetha had misunderstood and thought I was Aditi's sister. Aditi found it amusing, and I didn't want to explain the intricacies of
our relationship, especially since I had feelings for her mother. I suggested we leave it at that, and we returned home.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw that I had reached 10K followers on social media. I was overwhelmed with joy and went to show Aditi. She chuckled and said, "I already knew, DIVYA! Didn't you see
my post?" Curious, I checked her profile and found that she had posted a photo of us from the previous day, tagging it as "Fun Day with my cousin DIVYA."
#296
Fan(Saturday, 01 July 2023 11:00)
Aditi your story is really nice, please write further
#297
Vinay(Saturday, 01 July 2023 13:36)
Aditi super story continue as many episodes as possible
divya/d: come one babe, wake up..
sridhar/s, was sleeping tightly even though he could hear his wife's voice half asleep.
sridhar and divya were dressed in matching pyjamas last night,
https://www.pajamagram.com/dw/image/v2/BDKM_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-master-catalog-vtb/default/dw06a9b2d2/images/PJG/gwm023602-bluegratefuldeadpjforhimherdog_feature1_20200908_0837.jpg?sw=350
divya had freshened up today morning and now was in her plain cotton saree, and completing her braid.
d: come on, wake up, you know what time it is?..
sridhar was listening, but instead he was cozying up with the pillows, on the bed..
d: are you kidding me.. she saw his butt wiggle a bit..
she tightly slapped on it..
s: ouch, hey what are you thinking..
d: what am I thinking, do you know what time it is.. with big eyes...
s: I thought it was saturday..
d: it may be holidays for you, but I got to go to work.. and she was smoothening her black lawyer coat..
s: okay, okay I will get ready.. he brushed teeth and came from bathroom..
d: ohh vegetable vendor is about to go.. as she heard him from outside
sridhar realized he had to go to buy veggies from outside, if he missed this street vendor, he had to go out in the burning sun later.. sad part is he doesn't know to ride their car.. so he had to go
on a bicycle otherwise.. (their family buys vegetables everyday)
s: okay let me go..
as he was running, he realized his hair was loose.. yes, he did had long hair, not like his wife's butt length hair, but up till his chest..
he was trying to tie his hair, but this slightly sleepy head was having a hard time making a man bun..
d: what are you trying to do mister... with her left hand on her navel.. and comb in her right hand..
s: can't you see.. he says angrily..
divya comes forward towards him, turns him around forcefully..
d: alright then, leave it..
she then did a couple of strokes with the comb and plugged in something..
s: what did you do..
(she heard the vendor again..)
d: go on hurry up.. she patted his butt again...
he forgot about what he asked and took a two steps, and very lately realized it was already twice she slapped his butt since morning..
s: heyy, how dare you, I am your husband..
divya made her eyes bigger as well as to pick up a fight, but then suddenly subdued and crisscrossed her arms and holding her ears.. "sorry, pati ji, do you want me to touch your feet as well" she
said sarcastically..
https://i.ytimg.com/vi/4hPapF48dvQ/maxresdefault.jpg
s: alright, alright enough.. he went outside..
as he rushed outside, his cute little bun was bouncing while loosely tied up in this pink claw clip, little did he know how he looked like from behind in the pyjamas, that hairstyle and his not so
manly frame..
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1698/6981/products/1_83b5d5d8-713e-43bc-9682-b9d9a060e948_2400x.png?v=1655761980
#300
Vijay(Sunday, 02 July 2023 04:30)
Aditi super story
#301
Crissy silly(Sunday, 02 July 2023 11:15)
Indian movies where actress disguised in male getup
#302
heyy silly(Sunday, 02 July 2023 23:48)
Watch padutateeyaga,rudramadevi movies in etv win
F3 ,
#303
vasantha(Monday, 03 July 2023 03:09)
Adti super story pls continues pa
#304
Raju(Monday, 03 July 2023 07:53)
Aditi you write a nice story.please continue more episodes
#305
aditi(Monday, 03 July 2023 09:48)
IG CELEBRITY-11
I got shocked and shouted at Aditi, asking her why she had posted the pictures with that name. She grew annoyed as well and questioned me, "Divya, isn't that your name?" I nodded and replied, "Yes,
it is my name, but I didn't want it to be revealed like that." Seeing me upset, Aditi came close and hugged me, comforting me by saying, "Sweety, it is your name, and it's much better than Prabha. I
like it, and I think everyone else will like it too. I have no idea why you wanted to hide it." She suggested we put up a poll to see what people thought about the name. She took my phone, created a
poll asking whether people preferred "Divya" or "Prabha" as a name, and shared it.
Aditi then made me sit at the vanity and started combing my hair, saying, "Divya, you have such beautiful hair. It's growing well too." We continued chatting about various things until it was time
for lunch. We headed to the dining hall and continued talking while eating. Dharshini joined us and noticed my new hairstyle. She exclaimed, "Wow! Who did this new hairstyle and all, Prabha?" Aditi
quickly intervened, saying, "Mom, I'm the one trying new things. Did you like it?" Dharshini replied, "Yes, sweety! It looks good. Prabha's hair is nice and thick!" Aditi grinned at me, as if to say,
"See, I told you Divya!" Dharshini overheard the conversation and thought she might have misunderstood something. She continued talking about their day, and Aditi mentioned that “Mom! Divya had
gained 10k followers”. Dharshini became confused and asked, "Who is Divya?" Aditi laughed and replied, "Mom, don't you know?" Dharshini shook her head, indicating that she didn't know. Aditi then
proceeded to explain the story of Prabha to her. Dharshini didn't know how to react but said, "Okay. You can still call Prabha, right?" Aditi responded, "Mom, Divya is a much nicer name than Prabha!"
Dharshini pondered for a moment and then said, "Yeah, nice only! But I still like Prabha." I smiled at her, appreciating her acceptance.
Soon after, someone approached Dharshini, so Aditi and I left the dining area. Meanwhile, the poll results were in, and it was clear that people preferred the name Divya. Aditi playfully took my
phone, changed the name to "Divya_elsa," and handed it back to me.
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/20266267064007331/
#306
Jhanvi(Monday, 03 July 2023 11:59)
Aditi your story is really beautiful, eagerly waiting for next parts.
#307
Mahesh(Monday, 03 July 2023 19:44)
Aditi you writing story is super waiting for next part
#308
Devanshi(Monday, 03 July 2023 23:11)
Hi
Finally Anjali has posted stories on Anjali cross dressing stories.
#309
Radha(Monday, 03 July 2023 23:42)
Can someone post the link to crossdressing fun stories site link?
#310
Venu(Tuesday, 04 July 2023 07:36)
Aditi waiting for your story
#311
aditi(Tuesday, 04 July 2023 09:35)
IG CELEBRITY-12
The next evening, Aditi woke me up, calling my name repeatedly, "Divya! Divya! Wake up!" I slowly emerged from my half-asleep state and asked, "What's going on, Aditi? Can't we go for a walk later?"
She urgently informed me, "Divya, it's already evening!" Surprised, I replied, "Oh, then why didn't you let me sleep a little longer?" Aditi insisted, "No, Sweety! We have to attend a wedding. Mom
and I are getting ready. Will you come with us?" I hesitated for a moment and confessed, "No, Aditi! I don't even know the people getting married." Aditi reassured me, "Even I don't know them, Divya,
but it's a wedding taking place at mom’s friend’s house. I promised her I would bring you along." Reluctantly, I nodded and questioned, "But why should I come, Aditi?" Aditi gave me a determined
stare and finally agreed, "Okay, okay! I'll come with you."
Aditi guided me to the bathroom, handed me a towel, and asked me to wash my hair. She left to get ready while I completed my bath and wrapped the towel around me. As I mostly wore clothes passed down
from Aditi, I rummaged through my old suitcase in search of an appropriate outfit. Wanting to dress formally, I settled on a white shirt and kept the towel underneath. Standing in front of the
mirror, I couldn't help but notice how much weight I had lost. The shirt hung loosely on me, reaching down to my knees. Removing the towel, I realized that I didn't even need to wear shorts beneath
it—it was that oversized. While I contemplated my appearance, Aditi burst into the room, exclaiming, "Have you finished getting ready, Divya?" She burst into laughter upon seeing me in an oversized
shirt without pants, my hairless legs on display. Chuckling, she asked, "What are you doing, sweetheart?" Attempting to grab the towel, I was stopped by Aditi, who said, "It's already covered, ma!
Why are you worrying? Why are you trying to wear it?" Feeling disheartened, I confessed, "My old clothes no longer fit me. I don't know what to wear, and honestly, I don't even feel like going." We
tried a few t-shirts, but they all had the same baggy result. Aditi consoled me, saying, "Okay, ma! Wait a moment. Once I'm ready, I'll find something for you. Just comb your hair for now." With a
half-hearted "okay," I began to comb my hair. From outside, we heard Dharshini's voice asking, "Is Prabha ready?" Aditi replied, "Mom, his old clothes don't fit him anymore. I'll find something from
my old wardrobe." Dharshini responded, "Alright, help me adjust this pleat!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/12/18/4f1218fc0b070184359ad0ed23b445b9.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/43/51/c54351d8f4bff3eff0f7f329789adc1f.jpg
As I scrolled through my mobile, I couldn't resist updating my status about reluctantly attending the wedding. Messages started pouring in, with some urging me to go while others advised against it.
A few inquired about my outfit and hairstyle. After about 15 minutes, Aditi walked into the room. She stunned me with her appearance—she was wearing a vibrant red half saree adorned with a golden
border. Her blouse had intricate golden designs, and she wore golden bangles on each hand and beautiful golden jhumkas in her ears. Her hair was elegantly styled with flowers. Aditi rarely wore
traditional attire, and seeing her in this outfit made her look even more stunning. I couldn't help but blurt out, "Wow, Aditi! Look at you! You look absolutely beautiful! Your dress is gorgeous!" My
mouth hung open in awe. Sitting on my bed, I stared at her in amazement. She smiled and affectionately patted the top of my head, saying, "Aww, thank you, Sweetheart! You're so kind." Just then,
Dharshini entered the room, dressed in a graceful green saree with silver designs. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun, adorned with flowers. She looked elegant in her saree. Over time, she had
gained some weight, making her appear slightly older than when we first met. Nevertheless, she still exuded beauty. I remarked, "You look beautiful, Dharshini." She graciously replied, "Thank you,
Sweety!" Aditi interjected, "I'll get Divya ready, Mom. You go ahead and arrange the car."
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4a/ce/3f/4ace3fe32b8040a99f435ce5b5af3c25.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/5c/05/015c05ba3df1ba7bb08e21d95b29c552.jpg
#312
aditi(Tuesday, 04 July 2023 09:35)
IG CELEBRITY-13
"Aditi, did you find anything?" I asked curiously. She replied, "Yes, I have two options for you. Since it's a traditional wedding, we thought you could wear something similar. Let's check out these
kurtas." I used to wear kurtas when I was in shape before the pandemic, and I always felt they suited me well, especially with my beard. Aditi handed me the first option, a brown kurta with minimal
design and a plain pattern. As I tried it on, I noticed it was a bit baggy. I sighed, "Well, it's from two years ago, so I expected that." I reassured Aditi that it was good enough, and I could
manage with it. However, she insisted I try another dress. This time, it was a peach and pink kurta with shorter sleeves compared to the previous one. Even though it had a slightly girly look, it fit
me perfectly. Aditi exclaimed, "Wow! That's a perfect fit, Divya! You look wonderful!" Skeptical, I approached the mirror to assess my appearance. I couldn't deny that the dress made me look pretty,
and my diligent skincare routine had given my face a brighter complexion, which was further enhanced by the outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/62/83/a7/6283a70dde4bbab59b7a51f68cef1344.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/07/7c/c5/077cc5b1edb63444743198356d163387.jpg
Reluctantly, I agreed to let Aditi style my hair. She motioned for me to sit on the chair as she picked up the comb. I requested a simple ponytail, considering the slightly girly appearance of the
dress. Aditi urged me to sit quietly and proceeded to brush my hair meticulously, making it shinier. She combed all my hair backward and then took a small section from the side, brushing it again.
Dividing the hair into three parts, she braided those small sections and brought them to the front, combining them into a ponytail. She secured the ponytail with a black scrunchy. To complete the
look, she added peach-colored studs and applied a touch of lip balm. Finally, she declared, "Ready!" and showed me the result in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—I looked
pretty, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to appear that way. I was uncertain about how people would react, especially since most of them wouldn't know me. However, I smiled at Aditi, grateful for all
her efforts.
Once we were both ready, we headed outside to get into the car. Dharshini called out to us and asked Aditi, "Isn't it a bit girly, Aditi? Couldn't you find something else? He's my friend," appearing
slightly confused. Aditi reassured her, "Mom, this is the best I could find. He's my friend too, so don't worry. It will be fine!" With those words, I climbed into the car. Dharshini turned to me and
said, "You look wonderful, sweetie!" I replied with a simple "Thanks," unsure of how to fully embrace the compliment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/81/7a/c9/817ac9dd6308d1f1e0145795fbb8c90f.jpg
#313
aditi(Tuesday, 04 July 2023 10:07)
IG CELEBRITY-14
As we arrived at the beach house, I was astounded by its size. It was already 7 in the evening, and the entire place was adorned with dazzling lights. As we entered the parking area, it was evident
that the place was bustling with people. Dharshini dropped us off at the entrance, mentioning that she would park the car and join us later.
Aditi firmly held my hand and guided me towards the house. She was wearing heels, which accentuated her already tall stature. I felt small in comparison. I couldn't help but be amazed by the grandeur
of the house and the large crowd, despite the ongoing pandemic.
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Hey, Aditi!" We turned to see Swetha, whom we had met during one of our outings. Aditi greeted her warmly, saying, "Hey, Swetha!" Swetha was dressed in a
stunning blue lehenga adorned with golden designs, resembling a half saree. She wore beautiful jewelry, including jhumkas and a necklace, and her makeup was impeccably done. Her hair was styled
elegantly, completing her stunning look.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/89/31/c0/8931c02fcca7b2abb788504dcc0df33b.jpg
"Hey, Aditi! What a surprise, di! Wearing a half saree and all!! I thought you would come in a shirt and pants," Swetha exclaimed, expressing her amusement. Aditi joined in the laughter, replying, "I
would have, di, but what can I do? My mom insisted I dress like this." Swetha complimented her, saying, "It looks absolutely gorgeous, Di! You should wear similar dresses." Aditi expressed her
gratitude, saying, "Thanks, di Swetha! You look gorgeous as well! Where did you buy this lehenga?" They began discussing their outfits, and in the meantime, I pulled at Aditi's hand, trying to get
her attention. "What's the matter, Divya?" she asked, concerned. I replied, "I'm feeling thirsty! Also, why is she here?" Aditi explained, "It's actually Swetha's relative's wedding, sweety." Just
then, Swetha noticed me and exclaimed, "Wow! Look who's here? Divya, right?" I nodded, confirming my identity. "Hi, di sweety! How are you? Your dress looks so beautiful!" Swetha still believed I was
Aditi's sister. I thanked her and then added, "Yours does too, Swetha!" She smiled and pinched my cheeks playfully. "Let's go inside, Aditi! And where is Dharshini aunty?" We entered the venue, and
it seemed that many of Aditi's friends were already there, engaging in lively conversations. I started to feel bored.
#314
Jhanvi(Tuesday, 04 July 2023 12:10)
Nice parts Aditi, really amazing. Please do continue with new parts
#315
Anjali Roy(Tuesday, 04 July 2023 13:30)
@ Aditi,
Had to comment, your story is mesmerizing Aditi, keep them coming.
Love. Anjali
CD Tales.
#316
aditi(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 00:05)
Thank you so much For your kind words Anjali! Big fan of you!!
Thanks Jhanvi, venu , Mahesh, vijay , Raju , vinay , fan, malarvizhi, love , koti , prakeerthi for your comments.
#317
Koti(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 01:28)
Aditi super story writer continue more parts
#318
Deepali chhakka(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:48)
Aditi …nice story
#319
aditi(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:51)
IG CELEBRITY-15
As we entered the room, it was filled with four people, three of whom were Aditi's friends, all elegantly dressed and of similar heights. There was also a younger girl, presumably their sister,
sitting on a sofa in a pretty magenta frilly dress.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/a9/75/cea97523cf4a189671580bad95dbca37.jpg
The room erupted with excitement upon seeing Aditi, and everyone began hugging each other and exchanging greetings. One of the girls, who was about the same height as Aditi, exclaimed, "Who is this
cute little girl?" I looked around to see who she was referring to, only to realize that she was talking about me!
Swetha stepped in and said, "Hey Indhu! This is Aditi's sister, her name is Divya." Indhu seemed surprised and said, "Aditi, I didn't know you had a sister." Aditi quickly corrected her, saying, "No,
Indhu! She's actually my cousin."
Indhu came closer to me and said, "Hi Divya! My name is Indhu!" I smiled and replied, "Hi Indhu!" She appeared slightly annoyed and said, "It's Indhu akka for you, sweety!" I was taken aback. I was a
guy, older than them, and here they were calling me like a girl and treating me as younger.
I decided to change the topic and asked Aditi, "Shall we go downstairs?" Aditi began to respond, but Indhu interrupted and said, "It seems like you don't give respect to anyone! Your sister Aditi
didn't teach you discipline, I guess!" Aditi quickly interjected, saying, "Hey Indhu! Don't scare him... I mean her!" She turned to me and reassured, "Don't worry, sweetie! She acts like that with
new people."
I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by Indhu's height and her tone, even though I was older than her.
At that exact moment, Dharshini entered the room and everyone noticed her presence. Swetha greeted her, saying, "Hi Dharshu Aunty! How are you?" Dharshini replied, "I am good, Swethu ma! How are you?
You've grown so much, it seems." Swetha laughed and responded, "I am good, aunty!"
Dharshini exchanged greetings with everyone, but she couldn't see me as I was sitting behind everyone on the sofa near the small girl. Dharshini asked Aditi, "Aditi, where is Prabha?" Swetha
inquired, "Who is Prabha?" Aditi interrupted and explained, "She is referring to Divya!" Swetha asked, "Where is she then?" Dharshini, in a state of confusion, tried to understand and Aditi reassured
her by silently indicating that she would explain later.
Indhu noticed me and called out, saying, "Hey Divya! Your aunty is calling you." I looked at her with confusion, realizing that she was referring to Dharshini, who was supposed to be my girlfriend. I
chuckled and exclaimed, "Dharshu! Here?" Dharshini looked at me and approached me. Indhu whispered in my ear, "Don't you give respect to your aunty too?" I ignored her comment.
Dharshini then said to me, "I'll go see my friend and be back soon! You stay here, okay?" I asked, "Can't I come with you?" Dharshini replied, "There are many people there, and you might get bored.
Aditi will be here." I turned to Aditi and said, "Aditi, I'll be back in 10 minutes, and then we can go take photos with the couples. Until then, take care of Prabha—I mean, Divya." I heard her words
and felt a tinge of sadness as she referred to me as Divya as well.
#320
aditi(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:52)
IG CELEBRITY-16
Once Dharshini left, Indhu approached me and started lecturing me, saying, "Hey Kiddo! Don't you know how to respect your elders?" I retorted, "Who are the elders? You are all younger than me!" Aditi
became worried, unsure if the truth would be revealed. But Indhu laughed and responded, "Yeah, yeah! Then how should I address you? 'Akka'?" Before I could say anything, she continued, "So, is
Dharshu aunty also younger than you?" I replied, "No, she's not." Indhu came closer and said, "Then why aren't you showing respect to her? You should call her 'aunty.' Do you understand?"
She started pinching my hands, increasing the pain, and added, "You should understand. I know how to discipline mischievous kids like you." I desperately searched for Aditi, hoping she would come to
my rescue, but she was engrossed in her conversations and didn't notice me at all. Indhu continued, "Do you understand? I know how to discipline you, Indhu." She stared at me, and in pain, I finally
said, "Understood, Indhu akka."
Without much choice, I complied with her demand. Indhu warned, "As long as you're here, I'll keep an eye on you! You can call Aditi by her name, but you must address Dharshu aunty as 'aunty.' If you
don't, you'll face more consequences." A girl much younger than me was ordering me around and causing me pain with her pinching. My eyes welled up with tears, and I said, "I understand."
Indhu nonchalantly remarked, "Understand, Indhu." I cried silently, unable to stop the tears, while Aditi noticed what was happening and hurriedly approached me. She scolded Indhu and shouted, "Hey
Indhu! Don't act like an idiot! I convinced her so much to come here!" Aditi came close to me and asked, "Are you okay, sweety?" I hugged her tightly and started sobbing for some unknown reason.
Indhu said, "Hey, I was just joking! Why are you crying like a child?" Aditi told her to shut up and comforted me, saying, "Shhh! I am here, Divya! Don't worry! No one will hurt you. She's just being
foolish. She always likes to correct people." She wiped away my tears and whispered in my ear, "Just bear with it for a while, sweety! We'll leave soon. Until then, please do as they say. Please, for
me?" I nodded in agreement.
Dharshini entered the room and suggested that we go downstairs. She called out to Aditi and exclaimed, "Divya, come on! Let's go take some pictures!" I responded, "Okay, Dharshu!" but then noticed
Indhu standing near me, so I added in a low voice, "Okay, aunty." Dharshini noticed the sadness in my eyes and asked, "What happened, sweetie?" I was about to say something when I noticed Indhu and
the others around us, not wanting to create a scene. Suddenly, I felt a sense of fear.
"Nothing, Dharshu... aunty," I replied, surprising her. Indhu chimed in, saying, "Aunty, you are her aunty, right? So why are you surprised?" Dharshini understood that something had happened. "Yes,
Indhu, but she doesn't usually address me that way. That's why," she explained. She took me to the bathroom, washed my face, and asked, "Sweetie, what happened? You can tell me anything."
I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my supposed girlfriend, so Aditi intervened and said, "Mom, Divya and I went on an outing that day. Swetha saw us and misunderstood him as my cousin
sister. For fun, I went along with it, but I never expected her to be here." Dharshini began scolding Aditi, saying, "Are you an idiot? How could you say that? Go and tell her the truth!"
I interrupted and said, "Dharshu, don't scold her. It just happened. Let it be for just one day, okay? Let's continue with the charade for today, and we can forget about it from tomorrow." Dharshini
hugged me and said, "You are such a sweetheart, Prabha... I mean Divya," and she laughed. I joined in the laughter and said, "Okay, AUNTY! Shall we go?"
#321
aditi(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:53)
IG CELEBRITY-17
Then, we proceeded downstairs and began walking. The bride's mother, who happened to be Dharshu's friend, noticed us and exclaimed, "Oh, Dharshu! How are you, di? Somehow you managed to make it here
in your busy schedule, it seems." Dharshu replied, "It's not like that, di! The couples look fantastic! Even at your home, you've organized a grand wedding, di." The bride's mother then noticed me
and said, "Wow, Dharshu! I didn't know you had two daughters. Aditi, you have grown up beautifully, just like your mom! And you, sweetie, what's your name?" Dharshu clarified, "She's our relative,
di. Aditi's cousin." The bride's mother looked at me, and I replied, "It's Divya, di. You look beautiful, di." She laughed, pinched my cheeks, and said, "You're a sweet girl, Divya!"
We then proceeded to take photos with the couples. Along the way, many people asked the same question, and some even commented on why I wasn't wearing more jewelry. Afterward, we sat down for dinner.
Swetha was sitting next to me and reassured me not to worry about what Indhu had said, explaining that she can be like that sometimes, but she is also a sweetheart. As we started eating, I noticed
there were numerous varieties of dishes available. Aditi and I took many photos in the decorated area, which had a separate section dedicated to photography. When we wanted to take a full group photo
instead of just selfies, the small girl who was sitting nearby offered to take our picture. We requested her to take photos of us, and then we wanted to take some with Dharshu as well. Aditi tried
calling her, but she didn't respond. So, I went over to her and called her "di," gently tapping her to get her attention. She agreed to come. The small girl remarked, "You look cute," and I thanked
her.
We approached Dharshini and informed her that we were ready to leave. All of Aditi's friends were accompanying us. However, Swetha interjected, saying, "Aunty, don't you know?" Dharshini inquired,
"Know what, Swethu?" Swetha replied, "We can't leave after 10 PM due to the curfew. We received permission only until then. I thought you were aware. Haven't you packed clothes for tomorrow?" The
three of us were taken aback and responded, "No, we didn't know, and we haven't packed any clothes either. I was planning to leave." The bride's mother, who was present, reassured Dharshini, saying,
"Don't worry, Dharshu! We have enough space here, and my friend's home is nearby. We can manage, di!" Aditi exclaimed, "Aunty, I don't have any clothes!" Swetha chimed in, "Hey, Aditi! I have extra
clothes, di! Or we can check with Indhu as well." The bride's mother assured Dharshini, "I'll arrange a dress for you, Dharshu." I looked confused and expressed my desire to leave, saying, "Dharshu
Aunty, can't we just go? I don't want to stay." Dharshini comforted me, saying, "Sweety, it seems we can't. Let's adjust for the night. We'll leave early in the morning!" I didn't care about the
dress as I had no intention of attending the morning ceremony. I couldn't help but wonder why I had agreed to come for the marriage in the first place.
#322
Rinku(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 11:31)
Nice story adity
#323
Sudha(Wednesday, 05 July 2023 12:37)
@firstsight please continue ur story
#324
Koti(Thursday, 06 July 2023 01:50)
Aditi nice continue more parts
#325
Jhanvi(Thursday, 06 July 2023 03:38)
Nice parts aditi, continue further
#326
Vinay(Thursday, 06 July 2023 06:21)
Aditi waiting for next part
#327
Sahana(Thursday, 06 July 2023 12:04)
Aditi dear your story is going very nicely, eagerly waiting for next parts
#328
aditi(Thursday, 06 July 2023 13:40)
IG CELEBRITY-18
With no other options, it seemed that we would be staying there for the night. Bride's Mom called out to Dharshini, asking her to join her for some work. Dharshini turned to Aditi and said, "Aditi,
let's stay with your friends and find a place for Divya to rest as well." Aditi and her friends started heading upstairs, and I followed along. As they engaged in conversation, I found myself
scrolling through my phone, killing time.
To my surprise, the small girl who had been sitting near me approached and asked what I was doing. I replied casually, "Just scrolling through my phone." She peered over and noticed I was on
Instagram. Curious, she asked, "What's your account name?" I showed her my barcode, and she eagerly scanned it. After a few moments, she exclaimed, "Wow! You're in the Elite group!" I couldn't help
but smile, not fully comprehending what she meant. She explained that the Elite group in their school had over 10k followers, and being part of it was considered awesome. Her compliments made me
blush and feel a surge of happiness after the unexpected turn of events.
Introducing herself as Abhirami, she extended her hand for a handshake. I shook it and confirmed that she could indeed call me Divya. Abhirami then excitedly asked if we could take a selfie together.
I agreed, and we snapped a photo. In that moment, I felt like a celebrity, basking in the attention and admiration. As we took the selfie, I couldn't help but notice that Abhirami was similar in
height to me, which brought a sense of comfort and familiarity.
Before parting ways, Abhirami asked for permission to post our photo on her own Instagram profile and even sought tips on improving her own profile. It was heartwarming to share my knowledge and
experiences with her, and I gladly offered some guidance. Little did I know that this chance encounter would lead to a meaningful connection and create lasting memories on that eventful night.
Indhu and Swetha entered the room and noticed me talking with Abhirami. Swetha playfully remarked, "Divya, sweetie! Looks like you've made a new friend here?" I simply smiled in response, not wanting
to say much. Indhu then approached and asked Abhirami to get ready for bed, leading her to the room. Abhirami bid me goodbye, saying she would see me in the morning.
Curious about Aditi's whereabouts, I asked Swetha, "Swetha! Where is Aditi?" She replied, "She's downstairs, sweetie. I'll go and ask her to come and get you." With that, everyone left the room, and
soon Aditi arrived. Apologizing for being busy with her friends, she asked if I was ready for bed. However, she mentioned that we didn't have a separate room and asked if I could manage sharing a
room with someone. I was taken aback by the suggestion and expressed my concerns, saying, "How could I possibly stay with someone, Aditi? I can't stay with any men dressing like this, and girls, no
way! Can I stay with you, please?" Aditi reassured me, saying, "We're all staying in the same room, sweetie. Don't worry, I'll arrange something."
Just then, Indhu entered the room and inquired about the issue. Aditi explained that I wanted to stay with her for the night. Indhu, once again, decided to mock me, saying, "Oh, big girl! Need your
big sister with you? Are you afraid to be alone, sweetheart?" I chose to ignore her snide remark, focusing instead on finding a suitable sleeping arrangement for the night.
#329
aditi(Thursday, 06 July 2023 13:41)
IG CELEBRITY-19
With no other option available, they led me to a room which happened to be the same room where Abhi was staying. Abhi seemed excited to have me there, saying, "Come Divya! We can stay in the same
room!" I was hesitant about sharing a room, fearing how people might react if they discovered the truth about me. I expressed my concerns to Aditi, who whispered in my ear, "Please, sweetie! Just
adjust for the night. No one will know. Please!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/18/60/251860e76eb1981a092c6c650b67d629.jpg
Reluctantly, I agreed to stay in the room. Abhi was already dressed in her yellow nightdress with a "Dear Bear" print and her hair in a high ponytail. We started chatting, both of us in our
respective dresses. After a while, Swetha entered the room and noticed me wearing the same dress. She expressed concern, saying it might be uncomfortable to sleep in the same dress. Indhu, who
accompanied Swetha, asked Abhi if she had another nightdress. Abhi confirmed and handed one to Indhu. Indhu then asked me to change into the new nightdress, insisting it would be more comfortable.
Reluctantly, I agreed, addressing Indhu as "Indhu akka" without thinking much.
I went into the bathroom to change, taking off my current dress and examining the one Indhu had given me. It had a similar design, with a teddy bear printed t-shirt and shorts. As I put it on, I
noticed that it was quite short, revealing a large portion of my legs and thighs. Thankfully, they were hairless. With a hint of reluctance, I emerged from the bathroom. Abhi complimented the new
dress, saying it was a perfect fit and that I looked cute. Swetha, seeing me, offered to comb my hair and asked Abhi for a scrunchy. She then tied my hair up in a high ponytail, securing it with the
scrunchy. Swetha affectionately kissed my cheeks and called me "sweetheart," causing me to blush. I mustered a grateful response, saying, "Thanks, Swetha akka!" It was then that Indhu arrived,
catching me off guard. She was surprised and pinched my cheeks, urging me to sleep. I asked her where she was going, and she explained that she would be heading downstairs for the mehndi
ceremony.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/ef/45/abef459cb4d17148b221e74e1eec3c76.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/41/83/af/4183af21e8526e33301d0aa23b0db469.jpg
We had been talking for some time when Abhi decided to show me her profile, proudly displaying her 1k followers. As she spoke about herself, I discovered that she was in the 9th grade and happened to
be Indhu's sister, which took me by surprise. Abhi mentioned that she could be unpredictable at times, but overall, she had a good nature and took care of people in her own unique way.
After a while, she turned to me and said, "Shall we go downstairs, Divya? I'd like to apply mehndi on my hand to make it look pretty!" Despite her occasional childishness, I found myself feeling
comfortable around her, even though she was younger. With excitement, she pulled me downstairs where everyone was gathered, engaging in the process of adorning their hands with mehndi.
It was at this moment that Aditi noticed my presence and came near me, speaking with affection, "Why are you still not sleeping, sweetheart? Whose dress is this, cutie? It's so adorable!" It suddenly
dawned on me that I was still wearing my nightdress. Abhi swiftly interjected, proudly declaring, "I gave it to her, Aditi Akka! Doesn't it look lovely on her?" Aditi responded with warmth, "Yes,
baby! It looks incredibly cute! Thank you for that," as she lovingly planted a kiss on Abhi's cheek.
Indhu, intrigued by Abhi's arrival, inquired about her presence downstairs, to which Abhi eagerly replied that she wanted to put mehndi. Without hesitation, everyone joined in, taking turns to
decorate Abhi's hands with intricate mehndi designs. While I suggested that we should leave, Abhi persisted, urging me to participate in the mehndi application.
However, I initially declined, hesitant about the time-consuming removal process. Swetha chimed in, coaxing me by saying, "It will look adorable, sweetie! Look, everyone else has done it! You should
give it a try too!" Overwhelmed by the feminine activities of the day, I reluctantly gave in, knowing that it would take a week to remove the mehndi, but ultimately succumbing to their collective
insistence.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/f2/88/95f2889d3b5bc88f093643aeef712626.jpg
#330
Malarvizhi(Friday, 07 July 2023 05:02)
Hi Aditi story very interesting and make him play with girls especially with abirami while dharshini watching. I like to talk with you do u have fb acct
https://m.facebook.com/malarvili.malar.54 text me that your Aditi story writer
#331
Ajay(Friday, 07 July 2023 06:12)
Aditi super story continue more parts
#332
Fan(Friday, 07 July 2023 09:10)
https://youtu.be/e5zsItx6I-I
I highly recommend you guys to watch this video.
This video simply amazed me.
Cute and lovely Crossdresser.
#333
aditi(Friday, 07 July 2023)
IG CELEBRITY-20
"Wake up, Divya! Wake up!" I heard a weak voice calling out. It grew louder, urging me to wake up promptly. Blinking my eyes open, I found myself staring at a hand adorned with intricate mehndi
designs, wondering whose hand it belonged to. It took a moment to realize that it was my own hand and that the events of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream.
As I gradually woke up, I noticed Aditi standing beside me, gently trying to rouse me from my slumber. Still feeling drowsy, I turned my head and rested it on her lap, seeking a few more moments of
tranquility. "Sweetie, wake up! It's already late!" Aditi urged, her voice filled with a mix of concern and impatience. Reluctantly, I sat up on the bed, the realization dawning upon me that I was in
an unfamiliar place, far from home.
Protesting sleepily, I mumbled, "I'm not coming, Aditi! Let me sleep!" However, Aditi persisted, her voice determined. "What do you mean you're not coming? I have to go to the temple for the wedding
soon! Get up, sweetie," she insisted, trying to stir me into action. With a lacklustre response, I finally managed to muster the will to rise from the bed, only to realize that I had no appropriate
attire for the occasion.
Expressing my concern, I muttered, "I don't even have a dress! How can I go? Besides, no one there even knows me." Just as despair began to settle in, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Abhi,
who had just finished getting ready. Greeting me cheerfully, she said, "Hi Divya! Good morning! The bathroom is free now. You can go and get ready!"
Aditi, ever resourceful, quickly reassured me, "Sweetie! I asked Swetha to arrange a dress for you. Once the wedding is over, we can return to our home." My eyes widened as I took in Aditi's stunning
appearance. She was dressed in a breathtaking designer lehenga, an elegant ensemble in vibrant green with exquisite golden patterns. The full-sleeved top and the grand skirt accentuated her beauty,
while her flowing hair added an extra touch of allure.
I couldn't help but express my admiration, exclaiming, "Wow, Aditi! You look absolutely fabulous in that outfit!" Aditi beamed with gratitude, replying, "Aww, thanks, sweetie! You will always be my
sweetheart. Now, go freshen up first. I'll ask Swetha to assist you." Encouraged by her warmth and reassurance, I gathered my energy and headed towards the bathroom, feeling a glimmer of excitement
amidst the unfamiliarity of the situation.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/45/0a/e1/450ae16b0751ff7532d7860c99bb1744.jpg
After freshening up in the bathroom, I glanced at my henna-adorned hand and made a silent resolution to embrace whatever the day had in store for me. Exiting the bathroom, I realized I was still
dressed in the same nightdress as before. However, as I stepped outside, I was greeted by the sight of Swetha standing there, donning a lavender gown embellished with shimmering golden glitters. Her
hair flowed freely, and her face was expertly made up. Completing her elegant look, she wore high heels that added an extra touch of sophistication.
"You look beautiful, Swetha!" I complimented her with a smile, feeling a sense of awe at her transformed appearance. Swetha returned the smile, pinching my cheeks playfully and expressing her
gratitude. She then presented me with a dress to wear, and as I took a closer look, I was taken aback by the outfit she have picked for me. The outfit consisted of a golden silk top with delicate
short sleeves, while the bottom was a black skirt adorned with intricate green and golden prints.
It felt like a dramatic departure from my usual attire, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of wearing such an elegant outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f4/ba/51/f4ba51c66001a3bf0fd93f9aa7f1cc39.jpg
#334
aditi(Friday, 07 July 2023 09:32)
IG CELEBRITY-21
"Did you like it, sweetie? This is the only outfit I could find!" Swetha asked, eagerly awaiting my response. I smiled, concealing my inner confusion, and decided to embrace the adventure rather than
dwell on my uncertainties. After all, I had resolved to go along with whatever came my way. I reassured her, "It's okay, Swetha! I appreciate your efforts. I'm ready to wear it and enjoy the
day."
Swetha urged me to change out of my nightdress, but I hesitated, not wanting to reveal my true identity. However, she insisted, assuring me that she was the only one present. Reluctantly, I made a
request, "Please, Swetha Akka, can I change alone? I'll call you once I'm done." Finally, she agreed and said, "Okay, sweetheart! I'll be waiting outside." I removed my nightdress and proceeded to
wear the skirt, which came with an attached white top. I tied the rope securely and slipped on the top, pulling it over my head. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly, matching my height flawlessly. I
marveled at the coincidence, thinking it was meant to be.
Opening the door, I stepped out, and Swetha exclaimed with delight at the sight of me. She directed me to sit on the vanity chair. Curious, I asked her why she insisted on applying makeup. "I don't
want to wear makeup," I confessed. Swetha expressed her disappointment, saying, "Are you really a girl, Divya? Girls your age usually love wearing makeup, but here you are, not wanting any." I was
taken aback, wanting to explain that I wasn't actually a girl nor the age they believed me to be. However, I composed myself and replied, "It's not that, Swetha Akka. I just prefer a lighter makeup
look." Assuring me, she said she would only do a simple makeup application.
Swetha began by applying a BB cream to my face, ensuring an even complexion. She then asked me to close my eyes as she carefully applied eyeliner, giving my eyes definition. Next, she applied a
pinkish lipstick to my lips. Moving on to my hair, she started combing it, creating a middle parting and dividing each side into three sections. From the top of my forehead, she began braiding each
side, working her way down. Once both braids were complete, she secured them together with a golden scrunchie, creating a ponytail.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f6/e5/a7/f6e5a702d98f3f925059341242982805.jpg
Swetha delicately removed the earrings I had been wearing, replacing them with a pair that matched the dress, featuring a larger size that suited the overall look. I could feel the gentle weight on
my ears, a reminder of the new identity I was embracing. She then adorned each of my hands with two simple bangles, adding a touch of elegance and femininity to the ensemble.
To complete the transformation, Swetha carefully placed a small bindi between my eyebrows, adding a traditional and graceful touch. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, my eyes widened in
astonishment. I couldn't believe what I saw reflected back at me—a girl who was undeniably cute and beautiful, adorned with makeup and an attire that accentuated my features in a way I had never
imagined. It was a surreal sight, and for a moment, I couldn't comprehend the transformation.
I had always identified as a man with a rugged appearance, and now, standing before the mirror, I was confronted with a completely different image—a person who seemed like an entirely different
being. The contrast between my previous self and the person I saw in the mirror was striking. “Thank you Swetha akka!” I appreciated the effort she had put into bringing this transformation to life.
Her expertise in makeup and styling had truly made a difference.
#335
aditi(Friday, 07 July 2023 09:33)
IG CELEBRITY-22
Swetha instructed me to go downstairs while she followed behind. As I descended the stairs, it was a new experience for me, as I had never worn a dress designed for girls before. I felt the fabric of
the skirt sway with the breeze, brushing against my legs, and a peculiar sensation overcame me. It was a mix of excitement, nervousness, and something indescribable. Finally reaching the bottom of
the stairs, I looked around, hoping to find Aditi or Dharshini.
Suddenly, I heard a voice exclaiming, "Wow, Divya!" The sound seemed to come from a distance, and I turned towards the source. To my delight, it was Abhi who had called out to me. Abhi dashed towards
me, and I admired her outfit—a green silk top with golden designs adorning the neckline and sleeves, paired with a white skirt embellished with golden patterns. She wore golden bangles and a diamond
necklace, and her long hair was braided in a single plait, adorned with flowers. Surprisingly, her makeup resembled mine, and she wore earrings known as jhumkas. Abhi held a basket filled with
flowers in her hands, adding a touch of charm to her appearance.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3e/25/3c/3e253c71448d1e18c13c092201cd91f5.jpg
Overwhelmed with joy, Abhi embraced me tightly, and I reciprocated with the same affection. She exclaimed, "Divya, you look adorable, Di! I never imagined that my dress would fit you perfectly." I
was taken aback, realizing that the dress I was wearing actually belonged to Abhi, whom I had perceived as a young girl the previous night. It was endearing to hear her call me "Di" with such
fondness, unaware of the significant age difference between us.
"Thank you, Di Abhi! You look gorgeous as well," I responded, my voice filled with gratitude and surprise. Abhi hugged me once more and planted a kiss on my cheek, expressing her gratitude. I was
unsure of how to react to this unexpected display of affection, but I cherished the sentiment behind her actions. It was a moment of connection and understanding between us, despite the nuances of
our individual circumstances.
In that moment, I realized that the bonds we form with others transcend age and superficial expectations. Abhi's genuine affection and innocent display of love touched my heart, reminding me of the
power of friendship and the beauty of unexpected connections. With a smile on my face, I eagerly anticipated the events of the day, knowing that Abhi's presence would make it all the more
special.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/a3/e3/d4a3e316d240f3e0cc7aa4c63ff3611e.jpg
Hand in hand, Abhi and I ventured outside, unaware of our spontaneous gesture of connection. We made our way to the garden, where Abhi suggested taking photos. Excitedly, I agreed, and Abhi took hold
of my mobile phone, using it to capture the moments.
As she snapped the pictures, Abhi sensed that something was missing. She handed me her flower basket, encouraging me to hold it while elegantly holding the skirt of my dress with my other hand. Posed
gracefully, I admired the scene unfolding before me. Abhi showed me the photos, and I was amazed by the results. The images captured our joy and the beauty of the garden setting.
In turn, I took photos of Abhi, capturing her radiance and her enchanting smile. We couldn't resist taking selfies together, capturing the bond we had formed during this memorable day. Lost in our
own world of joy and laughter, we were unaware of Swetha's approach.
Swetha, spotting our exuberant activity, called out to us, "Hey, Chellakutties! What are you guys up to?" With enthusiasm, we responded, "Taking photos for our accounts, Akka!" Pleased with our
response, Swetha joined us, suggesting that she capture some photos of the two of us together. Abhi and I stood side by side, holding hands, striking poses, and sharing genuine smiles that reflected
our inner happiness.
Swetha, satisfied with the photographs she had taken, requested our company as she headed to the temple. Filled with excitement and anticipation for the wedding ceremony, we happily followed Swetha,
cherishing the bond we had formed and looking forward to the events that awaited us.
#336
Jhanvi(Friday, 07 July 2023 23:25)
The story is getting more interesting Aditi. Nice story
Oh Aditi…don’t stop…make him feminsed humiliated and teased to the extent of making him sissy.
#341
Thirupathi(Sunday, 09 July 2023 04:30)
Aditi waiting for your next part
#342
Sahana(Sunday, 09 July 2023 05:19)
Your story is very nice Aditi, please continue
#343
aditi(Sunday, 09 July 2023 13:03)
IG CELEBRITY-23
The temple was conveniently located within walking distance from home. As we strolled through the crowd, conversations filled the air, with older folks discussing the intricacies of the wedding
decorations while people my age excitedly chatted about the bride, groom, and their attire. In the midst of it all, I found myself walking alongside a younger girl, still clad in her dress, giggling
together as we admired the photos we had taken. The images looked amazing, enhanced by the editing we had done using a different application. Engrossed in our conversation, I momentarily forgot that
I was dressed differently from the usual norms in a public setting.
After a few minutes, we reached the entrance of the temple and stepped inside. We spotted Aditi and her friends, capturing moments through their cameras. Making my way towards them, I gently tapped
Aditi's hand to catch her attention. At first, she didn't fully recognize me, but as realization dawned, she exclaimed, "Wow! Divya! Look at you! You look so gorgeous today! Where did you get this
dress, sweetie? You look absolutely adorable, cutie!" I smiled at her warm and unexpected response, never anticipating such a heartfelt reaction. I replied, "Swetha Akka gave me this dress, Aditi! It
belongs to Abhi." Aditi was surprised by my addressing Swetha as "Akka" (elder sister) even though she wasn't present at that moment. She remarked, "Oh, look at the earrings and everything! You look
fabulous, sweetheart!" Blushing slightly, I thanked her for the compliment.
Aditi's attention then shifted to Abhi, and she extended the same compliment to her, saying, "You look gorgeous too, Abhi ma!" Abhi graciously replied, "Thanks, Aditi akka!" Abhi tugged at my hand,
signaling me to enter the temple. I informed Aditi that I would join them later, and she seemed pleased that I had found a friend amidst the wedding celebrations, aware of my previous reluctance to
attend. Abhi and I eagerly ran inside the temple, joining the throng of people who were already gathered.
Inside, the bride and groom sat before the priest, who was offering prayers. Surrounding them were many onlookers. We positioned ourselves behind the crowd, unable to see the ceremony in its
entirety. Indhu noticed our presence and called out to us, "Hey, kiddos! What are you doing at the back? Come to the front, try going behind the brides!" Abhi pulled me along, skillfully maneuvering
past the crowd. We found a small space at the back where other children were standing. Holding hands, we engaged in conversation, giggling and laughing as we eagerly awaited the proceedings.
As the priest requested silence, we complied, refraining from speaking for a few moments. Amidst the crowd, a voice rang out, "Aditi, isn't your cousin sister standing behind the couple?" Aditi
responded, "Yes, aunty!" It was at that moment that Dharshini noticed me. Another person inquired of Dharshini, "Isn't she your niece, Dharshini? She looks so cute!" Dharshini smiled, surprised to
see me dressed in a silk top and skirt typically worn by girls. Throughout the wedding, she had observed me laughing and playing with Abhi, a young girl. Dharshini had expected me to be somber,
perhaps wearing a simpler kurta. Now, seeing me in a more feminine attire, she noticed that I seemed to be genuinely enjoying myself.
As the couple exchanged vows and the ceremony continued, we were given the opportunity to shower them with flowers. Once the proceedings concluded, the crowd began to disperse. Amidst the movement,
someone in the crowd reached out and pulled me aside. Looking up, I saw that it was Dharshini, dressed in a beautiful lavender silk saree with a golden border and a green blouse that accentuated the
colors. She wore large golden jhumkas, and her hair was left untied, a departure from her usual style. She looked stunning, "Wow! You look gorgeous, Dharshu... Aunty!" I said, glancing at the people
nearby. Dharshini, though appreciative of the compliment, seemed somewhat reserved in her response. Dharshini took a moment to examine my entire outfit, makeup, and accessories up close. Suddenly,
Swetha appeared, holding flower garlands, and offered them to me. Without hesitation, I declined, saying, "I don't want them, Swetha akka." Dharshini then inquired about our dresses and other
details, engaging in conversation.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/e0/07/eae00726f33b93f9ce31140a733856c5.jpg
Just as I noticed Abhi's absence, she came over and pulled me by the hand, exclaiming, "Hey, Divya! Come, Di! Let's go and take some photos outside." I requested a moment to wait, as someone called
out to Dharshini, saying, "Auntie, someone is calling you!" She acknowledged the call and said, "Okay, we'll talk later." I bid her farewell with a polite "Okay, Auntie," and ran off with Abhi to
capture more memories outside the temple.
#344
aditi(Sunday, 09 July 2023 13:04)
IG CELEBRITY-24
After Abhi and I had exhausted ourselves taking photos and creating reels, we decided to take a break in the room after enjoying a hearty breakfast. We sat down together, scrolling through the
pictures we had taken and filtering out the best ones. As Abhi started sharing her photos on her profile, she tagged me as well. Reluctantly, I had to accept the tags, allowing the photos to be
visible on my own profile.
After a few moments, Abhi turned to me and asked, "Hey Divya! Aren't you going to post any photos, di?" The reality hit me at that moment. I had never posted any pictures of myself in girly outfits
before, simply because I had never worn anything quite like it. I was unsure whether to share those photos or not. However, Abhi continued to urge me to post them. It was then that I remembered the
advice given by Aditi. Taking a cue from her, I decided to post a picture that only showcased the dress, hiding my face. In the caption, I set up a poll, stating that if the post received 2.5k votes,
I would share more pictures. I planned to check the results in an hour, fully expecting that it would be nearly impossible to gather that many votes within such a short span of time.
As I contemplated the situation, Abhi and the others engaged in conversation, leaving me deep in thought. Abhi, in her innocent curiosity, began asking about my school and grade, which seemed amusing
considering I was an adult man. I sidestepped some of her questions and diverted the conversation to other topics. She eagerly shared stories about her school and her activities with friends. Despite
the lightheartedness of it all, I couldn't help but feel a mix of happiness and sadness. Abhi's unexpected friendship brought joy to my heart, but I knew deep down that it would only last for one
day.
One hour passed, and I casually checked my account and the post. To my astonishment, I was greeted with a warm response. The post had received over 3k votes, and countless people were requesting that
I share the picture. I was still unsure about posting photos of myself in girly attire, and part of me regretted putting up the poll in the first place. However, I had made a promise, and despite my
inner conflict, I decided to honor it. I took a deep breath and posted the picture of myself wearing the dress, holding the flower basket and carefully clutching the skirt.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/a3/e3/d4a3e316d240f3e0cc7aa4c63ff3611e.jpg
Aditi and Indhu approached us, inviting us to join them downstairs for a group photo with the newlyweds. As we made our way down, we found Aditi's friends gathered together. However, due to the crowd
and the height of the others, Abhi and I struggled to find a visible spot. The photographers suggested that the two of us, being the youngest, sit in front of the couples. I hesitated, but the bride
kindly called me over, addressing me as "Chellakutty" and inviting me to sit beside her. I took the seat next to her, feeling a sense of both amusement and irony. Although I was likely older than
both the Couples, here I was, sitting among them like a little girl. Abhi happily settled down beside the groom, and the photo was taken.
Afterward, we descended from the stage, and I checked my social media account. To my surprise, the photo I had posted earlier had received 2k likes, and the comments were pouring in. Many people
requested more pictures, and my follower count had easily increased by 1k. Filled with excitement, I decided to share the reel we had taken, featuring the trending song and both of us dancing. I
tagged Abhi in the post and uploaded it to my account.
The day continued to pass by, and Abhi and I spent a significant amount of time talking and bonding. As evening approached, I found myself sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. Suddenly, Abhi burst
into the room, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She asked me, "Divya, have you seen the reels of us dancing, di?" Curious, I admitted that I hadn't checked my profile recently. Abhi eagerly
informed me that the reels had unexpectedly gone viral, and my facial expression had become quite famous. I blushed and winked in response. The reels had garnered 100K views, and my profile had
rapidly reached 20k followers. Abhi proudly showed me her own profile, which had grown from 1k to 5k followers. Overwhelmed with joy, we jumped and hugged each other, never anticipating that our
posts would receive such attention. To express our gratitude, we decided to create another reel and share our appreciation for the support we had received.
#345
Satya(Monday, 10 July 2023 03:39)
Aditi waiting for next part
#346
Butterfly(Monday, 10 July 2023 04:39)
Aditi, I have no words. Such a beautiful story!
I read all 24 chapters in a single read.
Looking forward for more.
Highlights I liked:
The gradual change and entrance into feminity.
The age regression
The way Dharshini found out.
The twist to make Divya, stay longer.
The dress and influence of IG
The companionship of Abhi to guide him through.
The controlling nature of Indhu over Divya.
and lot more....
I am curious to see how this story takes shape.
My suggestions
Bring out the child in Divya, make Dharshini realise the feminity and the child in him and make her suggest or act in a way that would make him feel like a 10 year old. Make aditi her elder sister by
calling her akka and other girls as guardian of Divya.
--
Butterfly
butterfly359@protonmail.com
#347
aditi(Monday, 10 July 2023 09:09)
IG CELEBRITY-25
After some time, Dharshini began searching for me and found me sitting with Abhi, holding hands and engrossed in watching our posts gain more views. She appeared angry as she approached us,
accompanied by Aditi. Dharshini called my name sternly, and I responded, "Yes, Dharshu Auntie?" Her annoyance was palpable as she said, "Get ready! We will be leaving soon!" I looked at her, hoping
we could stay longer. Aditi, seemingly aware of my thoughts, interjected, "Mom, can't we stay a bit longer? I want to spend more time with my friends after such a long time!" However, Dharshini was
firm and insisted that we get ready to leave promptly. Reluctantly, I acquiesced, saying, "Okay, Auntie."
We began preparing to leave, and as I started to change out of the dress Abhi had lent me, I asked her, "Abhi, where is my old dress, di? I can give yours back." She reassured me, saying, "It's okay,
di! You can bring it to me later." She hugged me tightly and expressed, "I'm going to miss you, di!" I reciprocated the sentiment, feeling a pang of sadness. Just then, Aditi approached and asked,
"Sweetie, are you ready to go?" We made our way downstairs, meeting everyone along the way. As we descended, I caught sight of Swetha, who hugged me warmly, saying, "It was so nice to get to know
you, sweetheart! I will come and visit you." I smiled and replied, "Me too, Akka!"
We entered the car and began our journey back home. The atmosphere in the car was filled with silence, and Dharshini remained quiet throughout the entire trip. Upon arriving home, we all proceeded to
go inside, but Dharshini asked us to wait in the hall.
Dharshini stormed into the hall, demanding that both of us sit down. She took out her mobile and showed us the video I had posted. She asked with anger, "What the hell is this, Praba? Or should I say
Divya?" Confused, I replied, "It's my account, Auntie. I mean, Dharshu." She raised her voice again, saying, "I know it's your account! Why on earth are you wearing this dress and dancing with a
small girl, and posting it for everyone to see on your social media?"
Feeling scared, I stuttered, "I didn't have any other option. I already said I didn't want to attend the wedding." Dharshini continued, "I understand that you didn't have a proper dress and that you
didn't want to come. But today, you don't seem disinterested at all. You appear to be enjoying yourself and playing with a small kid like another child. That's not the person I liked."
Aditi interrupted, defending me, "Mom, why are you scolding him? It's not his fault. It's us who forced him to come to the wedding. He actually opposed it. Due to circumstances, he had to wear the
only available dress." Dharshini shouted back at her, "You don't speak! It's mostly because of you. Who told you to introduce him as your cousin sister? Are you an idiot?" Aditi defended herself, "I
just said it for fun, Mom! I never expected it to escalate like this." Dharshini added, "You should have some sense in your head. You should have thought about the circumstances." Then, she directed
her anger towards me, shouting, "You go and change your dress first! Maybe start behaving like an adult."
Feeling hurt and upset, I quietly got up and walked towards the door, closing it behind me.
#348
aditi(Monday, 10 July 2023 09:10)
IG CELEBRITY-26
Once I entered the room, I undressed myself and started wearing my old pyjama, which looked so baggy on me. I couldn't fit properly and it worried me. Feeling anxious, I removed my ornaments and
cleaned my face. Thoughts of what Dharshini had said lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
After some time, Aditi entered the room and sat beside me. Concerned, she asked, "Are you okay, sweetie?" I nodded silently, unable to find the words to express myself. Aditi reassured me, saying,
"Mom said those things in anger, dear. Don't take them too seriously. I know you didn't have a choice." I mustered the courage to respond, "But what she said is correct only."
Sensing my sadness, Aditi moved closer and put her hand on my shoulder. She comforted me, saying, "Sweetheart, I saw how happy you were this morning. Don't let this ruin your day. I will talk to her,
okay?" She hugged me tightly and added, "I saw your video, sweetie! It's so cute and it's going viral. Your follower count is also increasing!"
With a shy smile, I blushed and thanked her. Aditi left the room, instructing me to change my dress as it looked funny. I made a childish face in response and changed into the outfit I usually
wear.
The day passed by quietly. The next day, Aditi came to my room with a request. She said, "Divya, I'm going to Indhu's home to give her the dress I borrowed from her. You have Abhi's dress, right? Can
you give it to me so I can return it to her?" Feeling down, I decided to join her and replied, "I will also come with you, Aditi!"
We both got ready and went to Indhu's home. Indhu warmly welcomed Aditi and noticed my presence. She exclaimed, "Wow! Who came to visit us? Our kiddo! Come inside!" I smiled and greeted her before
asking for Abhi's room. Indhu kindly showed me the way, and as I entered the room, Abhi's eyes lit up with excitement. She rushed over and hugged me tightly, saying, "Wow, Divya! I didn't know you
would come, Di!"
Returning her smile, I informed her that I had brought her dress. She eagerly pulled me to sit on her bed, and we began talking. Sensing something was wrong, Abhi asked, "Is anything bad, Di?"
Overwhelmed, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer and hugged her tightly. Through my tears, I managed to say, "Dharshu Auntie scolded me so badly, Di."
Abhi held me close and reassured me, saying, "It's okay, dear! They don't understand us, Di. Don't worry, it will be fine." Her comforting words provided some solace, and I began to feel a sense of
relief. Abhi asked me to stay seated while she combed my messy hair and tied it up in a high ponytail with a scarf.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cb/02/49/cb0249c8dc29b2046d1140ba8abd593f.jpg
We arrived home, and I decided not to join for dinner. I stayed in my room, avoiding any interaction with Dharshini. I felt hurt by her outburst. After all, it was her decision to attend the
marriage, and she had left me without taking care of me. Now she was blaming me as if it were my fault.
Dharshu knocked on the door and asked, "Shall I come in?" I remained silent, scrolling through my mobile. She gently stopped me and said, "I should not have shouted at you!" I continued to stay
silent. She added, "What do you want me to do? Okay, sorry! Sorry, Divya! Please forgive me! I know it's my mistake for forcing you to come to the marriage. I just didn't want you to be alone at
home, that's why I asked you to come. I didn't realize that Aditi had told her friends about you like this. It's partly her mistake too."
Still remaining silent, I listened to her. She continued, "It's also your mistake. You should have asked for a different dress and Mehandi. Why didn't you? And calling me 'auntie' and Aditi's friend
'akka,' it made me angry. Then I saw the video, and it made me even angrier."
I finally spoke up, clearing the air, "What do you want me to do, Dharshu? Everyone thinks I'm Aditi's cousin. I know she said it in a playful manner, but people took it seriously. I had to go along
with it. On the first day, I was already in a bad mood. But the next day, I noticed that you all felt bad for bringing me there. So, I decided to mingle with the people and play along. It was only
for one day. What did you want me to do? Create a scene and announce to everyone that I'm not Aditi's cousin but your boyfriend?"
Dharshu understood my perspective and said, "Okay, Praba! I mean, Divya! It looked cute as it was! I'm sorry!" She hugged me and asked me to come down for dinner. Both of us went downstairs, and as
we walked in holding hands, Aditi winked at me. I realized that Aditi had explained everything to Dharshu. We all had dinner together.
#349
Aditi Fan(Monday, 10 July 2023 10:29)
https://youtu.be/0OU2ifjBkAM
Wow!!!! you are really awesome Aditi
Reading your story and imagining Diyva as the girl in this video is really breathtaking. Super story. Continue Aditi
#350
aditi(Monday, 10 July 2023 12:53)
IG CELEBRITY-27
Some days passed by, and I started searching for something to work on as I had been idle for a long time. I was out of touch and had already spent my earnings. Time was passing by, and I continued
with my routine with Aditi, focusing on running and maintaining a healthy diet. My hair had grown long, reaching well below my shoulders, and I mentioned to Aditi that I needed a haircut. However, I
felt somewhat attached to my hair and liked the idea of it growing even longer, so I was in a dilemma.
My skin had become shiny and fair, and I started reaching out to my previous clients through email, inquiring about any new work opportunities they might have. Unfortunately, many of the clients were
facing a recession and were hesitant to outsource work. In order to secure any projects, I had to lower my rates. I still wore Aditi's old clothes, but they were also becoming worn out, so I planned
to buy some new clothes.
After a month, I received an unexpected email from one of my customers. They were willing to give me a project on a larger scale, something I never expected to receive at this time. I felt
overwhelmed and grateful for the opportunity, even though I would only receive payment once the project was completed. I was okay with that arrangement and felt excited about the project. When Aditi
saw my happiness, I told her about the new project and mentioned that we could go out the next day, and I would cover the expenses. She too felt overwhelmed and happy for me.
Since I didn't have the money required for the outing, I had to borrow it from someone. It was the only option available to me at that moment. Aditi got ready, wearing blue jeans that reached
three-fourths of her legs, a pink top, and she put on sunglasses. We were both ready to go to the mall.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f6/99/1b/f6991b29a9da05e0487a83653159655b.jpg
I was wearing a white t-shirt with a pink company logo printed on it, paired with semi-torn jeans that reached my calves. I had on white sneakers and carried a leather bag, while my hair was styled
in a low ponytail. We arrived at the mall, which had less occupancy than usual. We found a coffee shop and sat down to talk. I mentioned to Aditi that I wanted to buy some outfits for myself since I
didn't have anything to wear apart from her old clothes. Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind saying, "Divya! Divya!" I turned around and saw Abhi standing there. She was wearing a black hoodie with
a denim jumpsuit and ran towards me. I stood up and hugged her, genuinely surprised to see her. "What are you doing here, Abhi?" I asked. Abhi replied, "Oh, I just tortured Indhu to bring me to the
mall to buy something, di! What about you? It's a pleasant surprise to see you here." Indhu joined us and said, "Looks like both the kiddos found each other again!" I remained silent, and she added,
"So, Divya, you don't know how to respect your elders, it seems." I felt irritated but managed to say, "Hi Indhu akka! How are you?" Although I wasn't pleased to see her, she and Aditi hugged each
other and began chatting.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/2e/31/7b2e31518615336a7a06c823fef136cd.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/47/30/5c/47305cbac2a4784f97c5966ad5054d4c.jpg
#351
aditi(Monday, 10 July 2023 12:54)
IG CELEBRITY-28
I had informed Abhi that I also wanted to buy something. Aditi and Indhu went to buy coffee for us, and I had already given the money to Aditi to handle. When they returned with the coffee, I noticed
a different expression on Aditi's face, and I could sense that Indhu was in an unusual mood as well. I discreetly signaled Aditi not to mention the project work since they still perceive us as cousin
sisters, and I didn't want to jeopardize anything. She nodded in agreement.
We began conversing, and Aditi started sharing stories about her school friends, classes, and the increasing number of followers on her social media account. She asked why I had been less active on
social media lately. Explaining that I had been preoccupied with my projects, I mentioned the lack of time to engage online. It seemed she had messaged me on a different platform, so I shared my
number and suggested we chat there instead.
Suddenly, Indhu interrupted and proposed, 'Shall we visit a dress shop to buy some new outfits?' As we headed in that direction, we stumbled upon a hair salon. Aditi reminded me, 'Divya, remember you
wanted to cut your hair? Should we do it now before going to the dress shop?' Curious about my plans, Abhi inquired, 'What are you going to do with your hair, di?' I replied, 'I was thinking of going
for a short cut, di!' Abhi was taken aback and responded, 'But your hair is already short, di! It just reached below your shoulders! Leave it to me; come with me!' She playfully pulled me inside the
salon, and I went along.
Aditi informed the receptionist that we would return to settle the payment and mentioned that they would join us in an hour. As time passed, they arrived to pick us up and called my name. I walked
slowly, and Aditi eagerly asked, 'Sweetie, show me your hair!' When I turned around, she noticed that instead of a short cut, my hair had been neatly trimmed and styled in a subtle U-shape, with a
slight curl at the bottom. Additionally, they had added subtle highlights in a lovely shade of brown, giving my hair more volume than usual. Abhi came over and exclaimed, 'Akka! Do you like her hair?
It looks even more beautiful now, doesn't it?' Initially, I had intended for a more boy haircut, but it ended up being a feminine hairstyle. Indhu seemed surprised, struggling to contain her
reaction, while Aditi warmly commented, 'Oh, it looks beautiful, sweetheart! Are you happy with the haircut?' I glanced at Aditi, knowing she understood my initial intention, but Abhi eagerly awaited
my response. So, I smiled and replied, 'Yeah, I really like it! Thanks, Abhi!' Abhi seemed pleased, and she even mentioned that they had tidied up my eyebrows, which they had only just noticed.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9d/0e/94/9d0e94a54108860a8fc60fdc02ab1255.jpg
She took a photo of me and insisted that I post it on IG. Reluctantly, I opened my profile after a long time and uploaded the photo with the tags #NewHairCut and #NewDay. I also tagged her in the
picture. However, deep down, I had the intention of removing the photo later and eventually getting a boyish haircut. As we headed towards the dress shop, my enthusiasm was lacking. We entered the
shop, and Abhi asked, "What are you planning to buy, di?" I wanted to purchase some boys' clothes, but due to the circumstances, I couldn't express that desire. So, I replied, "Nothing, di! You go
ahead and buy; I'll buy later." Even though I considered her a friend, I couldn't reveal my true identity.
Indhu sarcastically remarked, "You said you wanted to buy something, right? Abhi will help you select good dresses." Abhi pulled me towards the girls' section, where she usually shops. We browsed
through various feminine dresses like jumpsuits, skirts, and different styles of pants. She even convinced me to try on several of them. After some time, we left the shop with numerous purchases for
me, as well as items that Aditi bought for herself. They bid us farewell and went their own way.
Upon reaching the parking area, I asked Aditi, "Should we go back and return these dresses? I can't wear them." Aditi responded, "Sweetie, it's a non-refundable shop! We can't exchange them." I
inquired about the remaining amount from the money I had given her. She informed me that most of the money had already been spent. I was shocked and unsure of what to do next.
#352
Anil kumar(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 03:39)
Aditi waiting for your next part
#353
Vasantha(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 03:47)
Aditi your story very super pls continues pa
#354
Satya(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 07:39)
Aditi waiting for your reply
#355
Deepali Chhakka(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 11:00)
Aditi -super story
#356
Jhanvi(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 11:45)
Nice parts Aditi,
Please continue..
#357
aditi(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 12:35)
IG CELEBRITY-29
Once we arrived home, Dharshu greeted us with excitement. Spotting me, she exclaimed, "Hey, Divya! It seems you haven't cut your hair much! Show me, sweetie!" Reluctantly, I hesitated to reveal my
hair, but Aditi chuckled and playfully nudged me towards Dharshu. With astonishment, Dharshu's eyes widened as she observed my girly hairstyle, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected change.
Despite her surprise, she tactfully refrained from commenting and instead shifted her attention to my face, which appeared noticeably clearer and shinier. Eager to see more, she eagerly asked me to
show her the dresses I had purchased.
As she opened the dresses, a look of bewilderment crossed Dharshu's face. She discovered that every single one of them was a girl's dress. Confused, she asked, "What is this?" Aditi promptly stepped
in, explaining the situation to Dharshu, who couldn't help but burst into laughter. Amidst her laughter, she inquired, "Couldn't we have exchanged the dresses? Couldn't you have avoided selecting
those?" Trying to justify my decision, I explained that I had assumed they could be exchanged later. Comforting me, Dharshu assured, "Don't worry; we'll find some alternatives."
Left with little choice, I stowed away the dresses in the cabinet, contemplating the wasted money that now held no value for me. Meanwhile, I had begun working on a project with a strict deadline
looming a few months ahead. Regular progress updates were required, and I had to ensure I met the expectations. However, amidst the distractions, I couldn't resist noticing the flood of likes and
comments pouring in on a post I had shared. People were requesting more regular updates, expressing their longing for my posts. Regrettably, I had squandered a day or two without fully dedicating
myself to the project's requirements.
Determined to rectify my lack of understanding, I delved into the project, but its complexity quickly overwhelmed me. The once-familiar coding seemed elusive, leading to a barrage of errors that
persisted for weeks. I tirelessly attempted to comprehend and troubleshoot the issues, but progress remained elusive. Frustration plagued me, and during mealtimes, my demeanor grew increasingly
despondent. Sensing my distress, Dharshu approached me one evening, concerned about my troubled state. Pouring out my frustrations, I confessed my struggles with the project. Without hesitation, she
offered her help, examining the errors and swiftly resolving them. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I embraced her tightly, expressing my heartfelt appreciation. "Thank you," I whispered. In response, she
reassured me, "It's okay, sweetie! Now, let's ensure you finish the rest on your own. It wouldn't be ethical for me to take over."
While I navigated the challenges of the project, Aditi embarked on her own academic journey. However, she faced difficulties with the mathematics subject, consistently receiving subpar marks.
Witnessing Aditi's struggles, Dharshu scolded her during mealtime, urging her to seek assistance. To my surprise, Dharshu turned to me, requesting my aid based on my exceptional math performance
during my 10th grade. Eager to support Aditi, I accepted the task, receiving her textbook for reference.
With great anticipation, I opened the book, ready to impart my knowledge. However, as I delved deeper into the pages, the subjects appeared foreign and unfamiliar. The once-strong foundation in
mathematics crumbled beneath the weight of new concepts. Aditi, hoping for guidance, presented me with her questions, but I found myself struggling to provide answers. Frustration consumed me, and
Aditi, sensing my faltering confidence, posed a question that pierced my heart. "Divya! Did you truly achieve those remarkable scores? You appear more perplexed than me!" Deflated, I attempted to
clarify my expertise, but my explanations fell on deaf ears.
Finally, Dharshu intervened, taking on the responsibility of guiding Aditi through her mathematical challenges. Though disappointed in myself, I couldn't deny the relief that washed over me as
Dharshu stepped in, ensuring Aditi received the assistance she needed.
#358
aditi(Tuesday, 11 July 2023 12:36)
IG CELEBRITY-30
A few days had passed, and a heavy cloud of dissatisfaction hung over me. I struggled to regain my usual productivity, as everything suddenly felt complex, hindering my ability to concentrate on my
tasks. One evening, Aditi approached me with excitement, exclaiming, "Divya! We're attending a birthday party next week! Do you want to join?" However, I was exhausted and overwhelmed with pending
work, so I declined her invitation. Aditi dropped the topic and shifted to discussing unrelated subjects, trying to lift my spirits. Despite putting in long hours, I found myself unable to make any
meaningful progress. Frustration settled within me as I retired to bed early, hoping for a fresh start the next day.
To my dismay, I woke up late in the morning, realizing that I had overslept well into the afternoon. Surprised that neither Dharshu nor Aditi had woken me up, a growling hunger urged me to search the
kitchen. Unfortunately, there was nothing available, leaving me with only a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. I heated the milk and poured it into a glass, attempting to appease my hunger.
Curiosity piqued, I decided to check on Aditi and see what she was up to.
As I opened the door to her room, a surprising sight greeted me. Aditi was nowhere to be found, but her friends Indhu, Swetha, and a few others were busy getting ready for an event. Initially closing
my eyes, I questioned their presence, "Where is Aditi?" Indhu, one of Aditi's friends, looked at me and replied, "Oh, kiddo! Didn't they tell you? We're heading to a birthday party! We're getting
ready for it too!" Suddenly, my memory jogged, recalling Aditi mentioning the party to me earlier. Accepting the oversight, I retreated to the solitude of my own room, carrying my lingering mood with
me.
The stillness was interrupted by a knock on my door. Indhu entered the room and inquired, "Hey! Aren't you coming to the party, pretty girl Divya?" Irritation bubbled up within me, and I responded
curtly, "No, Indhu!" Undeterred, Indhu approached me, saying, "Oh! Looks like someone forgets how to respect their elders?" Frustration surged through my veins, causing me to snap, "Indhu! I'm not in
the mood! Just go out!" My impatience was evident in my tone. Sensing my annoyance, Indhu settled beside me, offering an attempt at conversation. She asked, "What happened, kiddo? You seem so upset.
Is it because of me, or are you always like this?" Just as her friend entered the room, interrupting our conversation, Indhu hurriedly asked her to get ready, indicating their impending departure.
Before leaving, Indhu turned to me once more, asking, "Kiddo, are you sure you don't want to come?" Firmly, I reiterated my decision, refusing to change my mind.
Indhu, in a playful challenge, declared, "Bet that I can make you laugh!" Annoyed by her persistence, I retorted, "I'm not in the mood to laugh, Indhu! Please, just go!" However, she disregarded my
request and urged her friend to record the moment. Without warning, she initiated a tickling assault on my side. My ticklish nature immediately took over, causing me to involuntarily jump and emit a
chuckle. Indhu claimed her victory, but I stubbornly denied it, urging her to cease. Despite my pleas, she continued tickling me on both sides, resulting in bouts of uncontrollable laughter.
Struggling for breath, I desperately attempted to push her hand away, but to no avail. The tickling intensified, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Panic rising within me, I pleaded with
Indhu to stop, my laughter turning into a plea for mercy. With a sudden burst of strength, I managed to push her hand away forcefully. Unintentionally, the force of my action caused my hand to
connect with Indhu's face, resulting in a resounding slap. The room fell into an unsettling silence, punctuated only by Indhu's teary-eyed expression and her touch to her chin, which revealed a cut
with a trickle of blood. The atmosphere weighed heavily with regret and disbelief.Indhu is crying and swiftly leaves the room. Panic washes over me as I desperately plead, "Sorry, Indhu akka! I
didn't mean to hit you! I am truly sorry, akka!" But Indhu doesn't respond and silently moves away from the room. Her friend, still holding the recording phone, stands frozen, seemingly unaware of
the sudden turn of events. Both of them depart, leaving behind an eerie silence.
Moments pass, filled with an uncomfortable stillness, until I hear the door open once more. It's Swetha. Anxious and remorseful, I call out to her, "Swetha akka! I really didn't mean to hit
her!"
#359
Koti(Wednesday, 12 July 2023 07:57)
Aditi waiting for next part
#360
aditi(Wednesday, 12 July 2023 10:07)
IG CELEBRITY-31
Swetha went into the room and shut the entryway and put the lock. Swetha approached me and requested that I stand and I was continue to make sense of her about how I didn't hit her purposefully. She
sits on the Bed and pulls me and made me lie on her lap and began smacking my base. First smack came vigorously and she said "How might you venture to hit her like that?" I didn't anticipate that she
should smack me like that and I'm attempting to make sense of. Second smack came so more diligently and she said "How dare a man of your age could a hit a smack like her?" That's what I heard and got
frozen, she know my character? From when that's what she knows?. Two smack understood "Do you figure we don't have a clue about your character?" Many smacks followed and I'm attempting to liberate
myself from her hold as it heightens the aggravation. I can't do as her hold is so difficult and I'm frozen the amount she knows. I'm wearing a night pajama and she began smacking more. My eyes are
minimal watery yet I'm simply doing whatever it takes not to cry when a little kid is smacking me like some baby. She Powers and began eliminating the gasp. I attempted to oppose yet she powerfully
eliminated and began hitting me in exposed skin. Smacking becomes more enthusiastically. She told "Do you have at least some idea that we have the video of you hitting Indhu?" I have acknowledged it
later as it were.
Don't have the foggiest idea what to do. She added "Do you have any idea about what will occur assuming anybody realizes that you utilizes another personality and hit a young lady?" I'm attempting to
make sense of however she is no temperament to tune in. She gazed hitting all the more strongly. Absent a lot of decision I began crying I can't hold more. I sob hysterically and tears are moving in
my eyes.As we heard a knock at the door, Swetha quickly made me stand, but I struggled to put my pants back on. She insisted that I leave them as they were, and fear consumed me, rendering me
motionless except for my tears. Swetha gestured for me to place a finger on my mouth, and I complied, trembling with anxiety. She opened the door to reveal Indhu standing there, her expression filled
with concern. Indhu immediately questioned Swetha, "Swetha! What are you doing? What did you do to her?" Angered, Swetha replied, "What 'her'? That's a grown man dressed like that. He hit you badly!
So I showed him what happens when he harms a girl." In a hushed voice, Indhu pleaded with Swetha, "Di, nothing happened! It was just a reaction. Please, let it go." Swetha ordered her to remain
quiet.
Approaching me, Swetha began to speak, "We know that you're a guy. We were fine with you dressing that way since it doesn't harm us. But your behavior, it's rude." Through my tears, I managed to
stammer, "Sorry, Swetha! I didn't mean to hit Indhu!" Swetha responded, "It seems like you behave better when you're dressed as a small girl. So maybe we should make you a small girl so that you'll
act appropriately." Confused and frightened, I asked, "What do you mean, Swetha?" Swetha asked Indhu for her mobile phone and proceeded to show me the video. It clearly captured the moment when I hit
Indhu, and Swetha warned me about the consequences of exposing a grown man hitting a teenage girl. Shocked, I realized that my entire life could be ruined. The thought of potential imprisonment
filled me with fear, causing my legs to tremble uncontrollably.
#361
aditi(Wednesday, 12 July 2023 10:08)
IG CELEBRITY-32
Swetha sternly instructed me to put on the pants, while her words lingered in the air, "Do you want me to tell this to everyone?" Fearful of the consequences, I quickly responded, "No, Swetha." She
glared at me, her anger palpable, and demanded, "What did you say?" Sobbing uncontrollably, I mustered the courage to plead, "No, Swetha akka! Please don't show it to anyone." She let out a small
smile and stated, "That's better. So here's the deal: if you don't want us to show it to anyone, you'll have to do whatever we say. Consider it punishment for what you did. Otherwise, we'll have to
consider alternatives." Realizing the gravity of the situation, I immediately agreed, my voice filled with desperation, "I will do everything you tell me, akka! I will do it."
Swetha continued, "Let's test your commitment. Go and ask Indhu for forgiveness until she says she forgives you." Trembling, I approached Indhu and whispered, "Sorry, Indhu!" Suddenly, I heard a
cough from Swetha, urging me to express my remorse more sincerely. Tears streaming down my face, I pleaded, "Sorry, Indhu akka! I am truly sorry! I never intended to hurt you, akka! Please forgive
me." Indhu remained silent, while I sobbed uncontrollably. Driven by a desperate need for redemption, I fell to my knees, pleading for her forgiveness. To my surprise, she interrupted my desperate
display and gently urged me to stand up, saying, "Okay, Divya! I forgive you, for now." Grateful, I whispered, "Thank you so much, akka!"
Approaching Swetha, I requested, "I did what you asked, akka! Could you please delete that video?" Swetha burst into laughter, a laughter that seemed to hold a tinge of malice, and said, "Do you
really think this one thing will solve everything? Do you have any idea how angry I am with you?" Crestfallen, I kept my head bowed in submission. She continued, "This is just the beginning, Divya!
Firstly, you will address all of our friends as akka. You will behave as you did during that wedding, like a small, respectful girl, not the rude person you've been. And yes, it includes Aditi!"
Shocked by the unexpected demand, I protested, "Akka! I've never called her akka before! If I start now, she'll question it." Swetha laughed mockingly and retorted, "That's not my problem! You'll
have to manage. You must call her akka, as well as address Dharshu as auntie. If we find out that you've revealed what happened, we'll take action regarding the video." Helpless, I simply nodded in
agreement.
Swetha declared, "Get ready! We're going to the birthday function, and you're coming along." Taken aback, I pleaded, "Please akka! Just leave me at home." Laughing, she dismissed my plea, saying, "Go
and take a shower first. I'll decide what you're going to wear. Don't defy us, or you'll only end up in more distress." With a heavy heart, I entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Overhearing their conversation, I could hear Indhu questioning Swetha about her intentions. Swetha silenced her, and as the water cascaded over my body, I stared into the mirror, contemplating how I
had arrived at this bewildering and seemingly inescapable situation.
#362
heyy aditi(Wednesday, 12 July 2023 11:51)
Dont mix friendly crossdressing stories to sissy stuff
#363
Jhanvi(Wednesday, 12 July 2023 11:54)
Aditi these parts are really more interesting...
#364
malarvizhi(Thursday, 13 July 2023 07:22)
hi aditi swetha is innocent character and indhu only rough character i think u changed names but its ok its good keep going and forced him to pierce nose and make him wear halfsaree in front of
dharshini
#365
Satya(Thursday, 13 July 2023 08:33)
Hi Aditi waiting for next part continue as many as more parts
#366
Aditi(Thursday, 13 July 2023 10:10)
Hi all, I just thought of changing and giving it as a twist. Now chanting the last two chapters as I didn't exactly likes it. Will post the chapters again
#367
aditi(Thursday, 13 July 2023 12:30)
IG CELEBRITY-31
Swetha sensed my trembling fear and sat down beside me on the bed. Seeing the fear in my eyes, she gently touched my shoulder and asked, "What happened, sweetie?" Overwhelmed by the weight of
everything, tears streamed down my face as I began to pour out my heart. Swetha embraced me, offering comfort and solace, as she whispered, "Shh! Shh! Divya! What happened, sweetie?" I cried
uncontrollably, allowing all my pent-up emotions to release. Swetha continued to console me, understanding that I needed this moment to let it all out. Gradually, my sobs subsided, and I managed to
regain some composure.
Swetha tenderly asked, "What happened, sweetheart? Swetha akka is here for you. I'll talk to Indhu. I know it was an accident." Just as she spoke, Indhu entered the room, applying an ice pack to her
injured chin. Upon seeing me, she recognized the remnants of my tears and realized the emotional toll it had taken on me. Indhu reassured me, saying, "Okay, kiddo! Don't cry. I'll get my revenge! For
now, it's fine." Relief washed over me, and Swetha hugged me, reaffirming her earlier words. I mustered a smile, grateful for their understanding and forgiveness. Their friends arrived and urged
Swetha and Indhu to get ready. Swetha turned to me and questioned, "Aren't you coming, sweetie? Why did they leave you alone at home?" I responded, "It's fine, akka! I can manage on my own." Indhu
interjected, "Yeah, yeah! We've seen how well you can manage, kiddo! Go and get ready. We'll be back in 10 minutes." Reluctantly, I relented to their insistence, my fear fueling my compliance. Swetha
scolded Indhu, saying, "Why can't you say it in a nicer tone? Idiot!" With that, they headed towards their room to prepare for the event.
I stood in the shower, the water cascading over me, hoping that this outing might offer the relaxation I desperately needed. After a few minutes, I stepped out, clad only in my undergarments, and
wrapped a towel around my waist. As I scanned the cabinet for an appropriate dress to wear, the door suddenly swung open, catching me off guard. Instinctively, I hurriedly closed the top of my towel
without fully comprehending the reason for my sudden reaction. It was Indhu, adorned in an exquisite party gown, the vibrant yellow color reminiscent of sunlight, with a matching skirt adorned with a
green flower design to enhance its beauty. She accessorized with large earrings that perfectly complemented the outfit. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, Indhu akka! You look absolutely stunning!
Your dress is so elegant." She smiled in response but quickly dampened my excitement, reminding me, "Don't think this compliment and excessive praise will make me forget the pain of the blow you
delivered." In an instant, my joyful expression faded into one of remorse.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/66/6e/5c666ed95b0956d8b6048de5e92636ce.jpg
Curious about my current task, Indhu asked, "What are you doing, kiddo?" She proceeded to adjust my towel, moving it from my waist to my chest, explaining, "Even though you're wearing undergarments,
you should drape the towel like this. Doesn't your Aditi akka teach you that?" Reacting impulsively and without thinking, I blurted out, "Don't say anything about Aditi akka." In a mocking tone,
Indhu retorted, "Okay, okay! Your Aditi akka is great! That's why she left her sister at home unattended."
#368
aditi(Thursday, 13 July 2023 12:43)
IG CELEBRITY-32
Indhu rummaged through the cabinet to find a dress for me and suddenly realized that I had bought new clothes but hadn't opened them yet. "Hey! Why haven't you opened the dress yet?" I didn't know
what to say, so I replied, "I'm saving it for special occasions, akka!" She found something and handed me a dress to wear. As I looked at it, I asked her, "Akka! Do I have to wear this?" She replied,
"Well, what else? Do you want me to dress you? Go and wear it and come, di!" Reluctantly, I went to check out the dress. It was a green crop top with frills on the sleeves, made of net fabric. I
tried on the top, and it barely reached my hips. Then I examined the skirt, a long peach-colored one with prominent hip design. I had worn this skirt once before at a wedding, but this one seemed
even more feminine. I thought my entire purchase would be in vain, but it turned out I was using one of the dresses after all. I wore it and returned to the room. She glanced at me, nodded, and asked
me to hurry up and sit on the chair.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/9b/17/6d9b17ae00e444873bd231a1f28b0fc9.jpg
She began combing my hair and realized it was tangled. Angrily, she scolded me, "Can't you maintain your hair, di? Why is it so messy? How often do you brush it?" I smiled and replied, "Once a week,
akka!" She was shocked and exclaimed, "Once a week? You idiot! You should brush it every day to keep it nice and maintained! Also, at least oil your hair twice a week. I don't know what your sister
is really doing. She doesn't even teach you anything, and here you come saying, 'Don't say anything about my Aditi akka.'" I chuckled a little and said, "Yeah! Don't say anything about Aditi akka!"
She started brushing my hair, focusing on the middle partition, and began putting my hair into high pigtails, securing them with scrunchies. She asked, "Can we keep this hairstyle?" I looked at
myself in the mirror and replied, "Akka!! No, it looks too girly, like a small girl." She laughed and said, "You are a small girl, after all!" She then started undoing the hairstyle and tried a
different approach.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/83/31/38833161def54e78059ee6fb0b699edc.jpg
She parted my hair in the middle again and divided it into three sections on each side. She started braiding each side and used scrunchies to secure the braids. She showed me the finished hairstyle:
double braided pigtails.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/62/33/ac/6233ac226163bfbba250f3adc22a8908.jpg
She proceeded to work on my face and noticed that my eyebrows were a bit messy, so she began plucking them. "Akka! What are you doing?" I exclaimed. She reassured me, "Don't shout, di! I'm just
cleaning up the mess. No one will believe you're a girl with such untidy eyebrows." In my mind, I thought, "They shouldn't think of me as a girl. I'm a grown man, for God's sake." Despite my
thoughts, she finished plucking, and I could see that my eyebrows looked somewhat feminine. Next, she applied eyeliner and mascara to enhance my eyes, followed by light makeup and a subtle shade of
lipstick to my lips.
Just then, Swetha entered the room and spotted me, exclaiming, "Wow! Divya sweetie! You look amazing! There's something different about your face. Your eyebrows are nicely shaped. It suits you,
dear!" It was only then that I noticed myself in the mirror and saw the noticeable change in my eyebrows. Indhu chimed in, saying, "Appreciate the artist, di!" She proceeded to put on large earrings
that matched the dress and placed a bindi in the middle of my eyebrows to complete the look.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/bf/04/99bf04d148949a85b00afa970ab4cf5b.jpg
#369
IG CELEBRITY-33(Thursday, 13 July 2023 13:00)
Swetha went outside to start the car, and we followed suit. Sitting in between Indhu and her friend, I realized that Indhu could be bossy at times, but she had also been kind. It was thanks to her
that I was able to go out today. However, my thoughts drifted to what Dharshu and Aditi would think of me. I had told them that I wouldn't be attending the event, but here I was, not only at the
function but also dressed in this attire. My mind was clouded with thoughts as the weather mirrored my internal confusion.
Finally, we reached our destination, and everyone began to disembark from the car. I stepped out slowly, looking around for Aditi and Dharshu. Indhu urged me to move faster, but I continued to walk
at a leisurely pace. Upon entering the hall, I was met with a room full of people and elaborate decorations. My eyes then caught sight of a door, and I ventured outside to explore the garden area.
That's when I spotted Aditi standing at a distance.
She was dressed in a beautiful pastel blue lehenga with white accents. Her top was a sleeveless white blouse, paired with a golden net-designed skirt in shades of white and blue. A blue shawl added
to the overall elegance of her attire. Her face was perfectly made up, and she struck poses for the camera, wearing minimal jewelry. As I started making my way towards her, she continued posing,
unaware of my presence at first. Then, she noticed me completely, and her expression shifted to one of surprise. She stopped taking photos and began walking towards me.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/71/b1/4371b17dfc55bec7ebae41028028ba75.jpg
As I walked towards her, we were both surprised and embraced each other affectionately. It was evident that she had missed me. Aditi began examining my dress from top to bottom, taking note of my
girly hairstyle, and exclaimed, "Wow! Sweetie! I never expected to see you here! You said you wouldn't be coming to the function, so I didn't wake you up and came alone. If you had told me, I would
have gotten you ready." I replied, "I didn't have a plan, I just woke up late. Swetha and Indhu akka convinced me to come as I was alone at home." Aditi added, "Look at you, sweetheart! It seems
someone is wearing a new dress and showcasing their beauty. You look fantastic, sweetie!"
She then noticed my face and eyebrows, exclaiming, "Divya! Who did your eyebrows? You look gorgeous, di divya!" Unintentionally, she used a female pronoun while referring to me and kissed me on the
cheeks. I chuckled and said, "Indhu akka did it! I told her not to, but she scolded me and said that my Aditi akka wasn't taking proper care of me." Aditi was surprised to hear that and asked, "What
did you say to her?" I replied, "I told her not to scold my Aditi akka because she takes care of me so well and she's incredibly sweet, unlike you." Aditi was taken aback by my response and said, "Am
I really that sweet and kind, Chellakutty?" I hugged her tightly and said, "You are the sweetest of them all, my dear Aditi akka."
She was surprised by the sudden display of affection, as we both knew each other's true identities. She noticed that no one else was nearby, and I had always called her Aditi before. She looked
surprised and asked, "Aditi akka?" It was then that I realized I had called her akka. "Oh, sorry Aditi! It just slipped out! Is it wrong that I called you Aditi akka?" She hugged me again and said,
"Aww!! No, Divi! You can call me akka! I'm just surprised because you call my friends akka and not me." She kissed me on the cheeks, and I realized that she had also expected the same and said, "From
now on, I will call you Aditi akka!" She responded, "You are the sweetest thangachi one could have!"
#370
aditi(Thursday, 13 July 2023 13:27)
IG CELEBRITY-34
The sweet moment was interrupted by the combination of Indhu and Swetha akka's kind and rude banter. Indhu remarked, "Looks like the small girl has finally found her non-caring akka." Swetha quickly
hit her hand and I protested, "Akka! Don't call Aditi akka like that! I told you she's the sweetest akka!" Indhu mockingly replied, "Oh, now the small devil is getting angry! Okay, madam! I won't say
anything about your precious akka!" Indhu and Aditi hugged each other, engrossed in their conversation, while we continued strolling around the garden. Aditi held my hand the whole time, a gesture I
wasn't used to, but it made me inexplicably happy.
Eventually, we entered the hall and started making our way upstairs. That's when we noticed Dharshu descending the stairs. She was dressed in a magnificent blue silk saree with a designer blouse. Her
elegance was enhanced by the exquisite jewelry she wore, and the way she carried herself in the saree. Her hair was styled in a bun adorned with flowers, and she casually chatted with her friends as
she descended the stairs.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/12/25/ad/1225ada5cb345723c5e93d99020e6dba.jpg
Aditi greeted her mom, saying, "Hi Mom! Look who joined us at the party?" Dharshu noticed us but engaged in a conversation with Indhu and Swetha before she spotted me. At first, she wondered who the
little girl was, but then she realized it was me. Dharshu expressed her surprise, asking, "Hey Divya! How did you come? You said you wouldn't be coming to the party?" She was slightly annoyed that I
was still wearing the girly dress, but she knew there must have been a reason and calmed down. I replied, "Indhu akka and Swetha akka made me come." Then, I added, "Aunty!" Swetha chimed in, saying,
"Yeah, Dharshu aunty! She was staying home alone, and I wasn't sure if she could handle it, so I brought her here." Dharshu understood the situation and remarked, "You're always a sweet girl! It was
she who adamantly said she wouldn't come, so I left her at home."
With that, everyone began making their way upstairs. Aditi was engaged in a conversation with someone, so I called out to her, saying, "Aditi akka! Come on, we're going upstairs." Dharshu overheard
it faintly and thought she might have misheard.
As we reached the upstairs area, we noticed someone sitting in the swing, posing for photos. She was wearing a lovely lavender dress with black accents, looking off into the distance. Suddenly, I
realized that it was my dearest Abhi. I couldn't contain my excitement and shouted, "Abhi!" She turned towards the sound and spotted me. A big smile spread across her face, and she swiftly ran
towards me, enveloping me in a tight hug. "Dhivu! When did you come, di? I asked Aditi akka, and she told me you wouldn't be coming," she exclaimed. I replied, "Yes, di! I initially had no plans of
coming, which is why I told Aditi akka that. But then I felt like coming, di. I never expected to see you here!" Abhi chuckled and said, "Everyone here is my family friend, di! I missed you so much.
You didn't even reply to my messages, di." I apologized, saying, "Sorry, Abhi ma! I was caught up with some work, di." She teasingly responded, "School work, huh? I have the same, di! These online
classes are so boring." How could I explain to her the nature of my work and projects? I simply smiled back and we started chatting away.
In the midst of our conversation, Aditi called out to me, asking if I was coming downstairs. I reassured her, saying, "Aditi akka, you can go ahead. I'll talk with Abhi and join you later."
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/26/8b/19268ba260c785b70acaf89d7db49bea.jpg
#371
Vinay(Friday, 14 July 2023 05:08)
Aditi waiting for next part
#372
Jhanvi(Friday, 14 July 2023 08:43)
Nice parts Aditi, loved the plot
#373
Krish(Friday, 14 July 2023 10:13)
Aditi super undi story continue cheyandi
#374
Sahana(Friday, 14 July 2023 10:51)
Aditi dear your story is awesome.
Thank you so much for posting the stories daily.
#375
t(Friday, 14 July 2023 13:07)
t
#376
aditi(Friday, 14 July 2023 13:22)
IG CELEBRITY-35
As Abhi and I engaged in a lively conversation, a familiar voice called out Abhi's name. Abhi turned around and rushed towards the person, embracing them tightly. To my surprise, a tall girl stood
beside Abhi, and a young girl, Yamuna, joined their joyful reunion. After a round of introductions, they approached me. The tall girl, named Gowri, inquired about my identity, and Abhi introduced me
as Divya, emphasizing that I was her cousin sister.
We exchanged warm handshakes, and I was delighted to meet Yamuna, the youngest member of their group. With a radiant smile, Yamuna addressed me as "Divya Akka," recognizing our age difference. I
couldn't help but notice her youthful charm and her long hair cascading down her back. It was revealed that Yamuna was in the 7th grade, adding a youthful energy to our gathering.
News of my affiliation with the Elite group on Instagram piqued their interest. Gowri expressed her astonishment and eagerly requested to see my profile. Excitedly, I shared my profile with them,
revealing a follower count of 25K. Their eyes widened with surprise, and they couldn't contain their enthusiasm. They urged me to post a photo, insisting that I tag them as well. It was a refreshing
reminder of the joy that came with feeling like a celebrity, even if just for a moment.
With a smile, I agreed to their request, and we immersed ourselves in a spontaneous photo session. Each person took turns capturing cherished moments on their respective cameras. Amidst the laughter
and playful banter, Aditi akka noticed our antics and mischievously proposed taking photos together for her own profile. I playfully swatted her arm and replied, "Akka, don't tease me!" The air was
filled with contagious laughter as we embraced one another warmly, cherishing the newfound bond between us. The camera continued to capture the essence of our joy and camaraderie, freezing those
moments in time for eternity.
After posting the pictures and tagging everyone, the response was overwhelming. Comments poured in, with people expressing surprise at the fact that I was Aditi's little sister. Aditi's friends also
started following me, and my follower count began to increase rapidly. I was taken aback by the sudden attention and felt a sense of excitement I had never experienced before.
Yamuna, in particular, approached me with gratitude, saying, "Thanks akka! Thanks for tagging me!" I smiled and replied, "You're welcome, Yamuna!" Our bond grew stronger, and she began tagging me in
her own posts. It was heartwarming to have such a close connection with her.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e9/4c/27/e94c270eb5a60ebe46f48b1b8351c3a9.jpg
As the function progressed, it was time for the birthday girl to cut the cake. A grand cake was presented before her, and she started slicing through it as we all joined in singing "Happy Birthday."
The room was filled with joy and merriment as everyone took turns capturing photos with the birthday girl.
#377
aditi(Friday, 14 July 2023 13:25)
IG CELEBRITY-36
After enjoying the cake, we found ourselves seated in the garden, engaging in lively conversations. I sat alongside Abhi and her friends, while Dharshu joined us a little later. Dharshu noticed me
chatting with the friends and came closer, asking, "Sweetie, did you have the cake and snacks?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, auntie! I did." She smiled and said, "Okay, dear! Let me know if you need
anything." I expressed my gratitude and continued to socialize. However, my attention kept shifting back to the posts I had made, as they garnered more likes and engagement. I couldn't help but feel
a sense of joy and excitement, even though the posts had a girly vibe to them. I relished the attention I was receiving.
After a while, Aditi akka and her friends arrived, their laughter echoing throughout the gathering. They exuded a vibrant energy, capturing everyone's attention. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of
jealousy as I observed their close-knit bond and how they seemed to be the center of attention. I seldom had a group of friends like that. As they settled near us, Aditi akka sat beside Dharshu
auntie, and they began chatting. Dharshu turned to Swetha and asked, "Swethu ma! Is your mom coming to this function, at least?" Swetha smiled and replied, "I hope so, auntie!" Upon hearing this,
Abhi leaned closer to Gowri, and they exchanged murmurs about something.
Wanting to share the excitement, I called out, "Aditi Akka! Did you see the post?" Dharshu auntie overheard and was taken aback by my use of the term "akka" to address Aditi. She turned her gaze
towards me, and Aditi responded, "I'll check, sweetie!" Dharshu couldn't contain her curiosity and asked Aditi, "Why is Divya calling you Akka?" Aditi replied, "We'll talk about that once we get
home, Mom." It was then that I realized I had referred to her as akka without even thinking about it.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/49/72/77/4972774feabfca3a4e1262178d8e4b07.jpg
After some time, a woman in her forties made a grand entrance into the garden, immediately garnering everyone's attention. Swetha rose to greet her, embracing her warmly. The lady, named Meena,
reciprocated the gesture. She exuded confidence, dressed in a stunning yellow cotton saree with a pink and golden designer blouse. Adorned with heavy jewelry, she had a charismatic presence that
commanded respect.
As Meena entered, Dharshu auntie also stood up to greet her. They exchanged pleasantries, with Dharshu inquiring about Meena's well-being and the state of the school. Meena responded positively, and
Aditi akka also greeted her respectfully. Abhi, Gowri, and Yamuna followed suit, addressing Meena as "Madam." Meena acknowledged their greetings, noting that everyone seemed to be present, and
inquired about their studies. In unison, they replied, "Yes, studying well, Madam!" She invited them to take their seats, and they obliged.
Curiosity piqued, I turned to Abhi and asked, "Why do you call Swetha's mom 'Madam,' di?" Abhi explained, "She is the principal of our school, di!" Suddenly, it made sense why Swetha's mom commanded
such respect. Meena engaged in conversations with everyone, with Swetha sitting close by.
#378
aditi(Friday, 14 July 2023 14:30)
IG CELEBRITY-37
After a while, Abhi and her friends began planning to move to another location. Abhi asked if I was ready to join them. We planned to slip away quietly as they made their move, but Meena noticed my
departure. She called out, "Hey, little girl in the green top!" I realized she was referring to me and responded, "Me, Auntie?" She confirmed, "Yes, you! What's your name? I feel like I've seen you
here before." I replied, "Divya, Auntie! I'm new here, Auntie!" Swetha added, "Mom, she's Aditi's cousin sister, Mom!" Meena expressed surprise, saying, "I never realized Aditi had a cousin of this
age!" She turned to me again and asked, "Which grade are you studying, dear?" Caught off guard, I didn't know how to respond and blurted out, "I'm not studying, Auntie!" Instantly, I realized I had
misspoken. Meena looked confused and inquired, "How come you're not studying? You're around that age, right?" Dharshu quickly stepped in, saving the situation, "Oh, Akka! She's not studying this
year! She was studying in another state, but due to the pandemic and some unforeseen circumstances, she had to shift here." Meena sympathized, saying, "Oh, that's unfortunate, Dharshini! Can't she
study via online classes?" Dharshu continued, "The school she was attending doesn't have such facilities, Akka. It's also closed due to the pandemic!" Meena nodded, understanding the situation. She
then asked, "In which grade was she studying there?" Dharshu realized the dilemma and replied, "She was in the 9th grade, Akka." I stood there in shock, hearing her claim that I was attending school,
which would mean I was academically behind even Aditi. I felt perplexed and uncertain.
Meena contemplated for a moment before suddenly speaking up, "Dharshini, you're her guardian, right? Bring her to my school on the 1st of next month. I will conduct a test and enroll her in my
school."
Dharshu and Aditi were clearly shocked by Meena's unexpected offer, but with little choice, they reluctantly agreed. I stood there, feeling as if my entire world was crumbling around me. Dharshu
looked at me with a reassuring gaze and asked me to trust her. I left the scene, holding onto the hope that Dharshu would find a solution.
Abhi joined me and eagerly exclaimed, "Hey Divya! You're coming to our school, it seems! Try joining my class, di!" She was excited about the prospect of us being classmates. Despite my confusion
about the whole situation, I didn't want it to dampen the enjoyable day I had been having after a long time. So, I embraced the moment and engaged in conversation with Abhi. We continued to enjoy the
evening, relishing each other's company.
As the night progressed, we made our way to the dinner hall where a sumptuous meal awaited us. We all had our dinner, one by one bidding farewell and departing. Yamuna, the sweet young girl, bid me
farewell with a smile, addressing me as "Divya akka." She left a positive impression on me. Abhi hugged me tightly before leaving. Eventually, Dharshu called us to leave, and I inquired, "Where is
Aditi akka?" Realizing my slip, I corrected myself, "I mean, where is Aditi?" Dharshu assured me that Aditi would join us shortly, and we made our way out. Aditi, clearly troubled by what had
transpired, asked Dharshu, "Mom, why did you say those things?" Dharshu replied, "We will discuss it at home."
#379
Sravan(Saturday, 15 July 2023 08:40)
Aditi super undi story waiting for next part continue more parts
#380
Jhanvi(Saturday, 15 July 2023 09:30)
Aditi, your story is so much beautiful.
#381
anjali(Saturday, 15 July 2023 09:47)
Aditi your story is very beautiful, aditi has become elder sister already in the story, now i want to see how dharshu becomes divya's mother now.
#382
Dancer 27(Saturday, 15 July 2023 16:37)
Please read my dancer story from engcom 20-21 page, starting from comment 822, and engcom 22-23 page, starting from comment 709, It is my favorite story, and wanted to continue a few parts.
I got ready at home https://i.pinimg.com/474x/d3/67/ed/d367ed4d8e95135dce9ad2c68c0bd41c.jpg, and As I reached the office, and started working, gita passed me from behind, and stopped in front of me
talking to somebody.. but staring at me with slight angry eyes..
I looked at harshita, and she turned towards me, sighing what's wrong..
harshita slided her chair towards me..
gita also walked towards me...
h: hey gita..
g: hey harshu, and hello anu, how are you..
a: mind your words gita..
g: ohh anu what happened, did you loose your purse sweetie, let me know if you need some spare hair pins or lipstick as such..
a: GITA.. I shouted... people around me turned towards us, and hesitantly slipped away..
I was holding my head, gita is irritating me..
h: it's okay da anu, sorry anup, she might be just jealous of your new hairstyle..
just then I realized.. and made my eyes big..
h: ya, you kind of made me jealous as well, we could see it looks so long after straightening, kind of double than mine.. and she slowly drawn her cute little chest length braid on to her shoulder
and showing me..
a: well, what should I do, if you wanna cut it short.. I raised my voice
h: ohh easy there anup, not every body is lucky to have wife and maid, taking care of our hairs..
a: hey, my maid doesn't do my hair.. I said angrily
h: okay da, I am just saying, you atleast have maid, cool down... whatever...
I didn't know how am I that stupid to carry a women's purse to office earlier, gita still remebers it..
However, It was a good day, I was elated after getting some praises for my work.. It was almost dark by the time I reached home..
I knocked on the door.. and as I saw sonam, 'Wow" was all I could say.. my old wifey is back..
https://e0.pxfuel.com/wallpapers/824/274/desktop-wallpaper-malavika-mohanan-dress-pink-saree-malavika-mohanan.jpg
though not like a traditional girl like before, but a modern elegant house wife, in her fancy red saree, earrings and, with her wonderful straight hair middle parted half up hair with a fancy stone
barettee.
sonam: how do I look..
I was still phased out by her eternal beauty..
sonam: hello anup.. she hold my chin and shaked my face.. "how do I look" loudly..
I realized and said "amazing, just wow" I was thanking god for bringing back my lady again..
a: is anything special, I doubtlfully asked..
s: are dumbo, didn't I tell you I got a promotion this morning..
I felt happy, but immediately realized she never refers me like that.. I said whatever and entered the house.. to find the surprise, it was well decorated for dinner..
s: do you like it..
a: yes it's amazing, I love you sweetie..
s: love you too anup, why don't you get freshened up and get ready for our dinner, renu is about to finish with the dishes..
a: absolutely...I ran in with elation..
as I entered the shower, I imagined all kinds of things, and also had thoughts of enjoying with sonam on bed tonight, after our dinner...
I walked out of the shower, with towel and hair in a bun..
was suddenly surprised renu was there..
a: what are you doing here..
r: ohh, sonam madam told to give you these clothes for tonight..
a: I know what to wear, you go..
r: no, madam told you have to wear these only..
a: alright I will wear it, you go..
I took them up and saw, why did she want me wear kurta, okay whatever, if my wife dresses so beautifully for me, I could do this, and I wore it..
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E-c8-PNUUAU6zq7.jpg:large
then renu entered the room again..
a: what again..
r: sonam madam took over the kitchen my part is done, looks like she is preparing a dessert/sweet for you..
ohh 'sonam herself was looking like a dessert, why does she need a dessert for me' I was blushign myself imaging it...
r: are you okay??
a: I am fine, what are you here for then..
r: ohh, madam told me to help you get ready..
a: well, I can do that by myself..
r: no, no, looks like you could use some help, btw, you look cute in that red chudidhar anup..
I was shocked,,,
r: yes it is, didn't you know the difference sweetie..
wtf, what's gotten into her, she was all commanding now, renu was in a blue cotton saree herself, with her hair in a top bun, and bindi, and bangles like a regular maid.
#383
Dancer 28(Sunday, 16 July 2023 00:12)
renu maid in blue saree with hair bun,
https://external-preview.redd.it/SMOAm2QRP7hZxQLbotA4nT3BN7-xCwLuJEYwzr4UMd0.png?width=640&crop=smart&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6cc1c7d5b5a8d83821e50ca8a7ea66f992b10e77
flashback: A few mins before Renu came to Anup's room.. (Sonam's perspective)
s: Ohh this looks delicious..
r: yes madam..
s: come taste it..
r: wow, your husband is lucky today..
s: Ohh thank you..
not just my husband, I hope Siddu likes it too.. I giggled to myself Imaging
s: also, can you do me one help..
r: absolutely..
s: take that red dress from my cupboard, also since I am busy here, help him dress up, okay..
r: dress ??.. she looked confused..
s: yes, can't you hear..
r: Ohh, so it's like that day with the nighty..
s: of course..
r: should I braid the hair, or will you madam, like that day..
s: braid, wow, yes, you can do it, I am busy here..
r: sure madam, but do you think he will allow me do it..
s: Ohh, don't act so innocent, I know how you much of a fierce woman you are, I have seen you many times, how you handle your husband with that broom..
r: haha, you have seen it, he is a drunkard madam, but isn't Anup sir sweet, and he is your husband..
s: I give you all rights Renu, and I don't need your opinion on that sissy punk..
you should have seen him stupidly dancing for all the girly songs, such a humiliation for me..
Renu slowly drawn back, and with her back stretched up in confidence, she tucked her pallu in her waist and made her low ponytail into a bun
(Anup's perspective) ( present)
A: hey Renu, be in your limits..
Renu stepped up to him..
R: It's okay sweetie, I know you are confused, let me get you ready to clear that confusion..
A: I don't understand, I don't have any confusion, let me remove this stupid, chudidhar..
and I was about to pull up the dress.. as I was doing that, I felt a firm grip of my hand..
A: hey leave my hand..
R: then stop it..
A: I can't wear a chudi, I will ask sonam, what she is thinking..
R: madam is clear, and you are going to keep it, understand sweetie..
A: Fxxk off, what do you think, you are just a maid, now get the hell out of my room..
and I pushed her..
but suddenly Thap, thap, I couldn't fathom what happened..
A: ahh renu, please stop, ahhh..
thap, thap
R: will you listen to me..
she was standing a few inches tall than me, I couldn't stop her, she is slapping left and right..
A: I will listen Renu.. I can't believe how she overpowered me, I should be building muscle, shit..
THAP!
A: why did you slap me again..
R: RENU Madam, understand!
A: I will listen to you Renu madam..
R: that's nice sweetie, look at your face, unnecessarily got it to be red, now be a sweetie and turn around, let me do my hair, and we'll see how to fix the redness of your face later..
A: whatever.. I murmured..
R: Did you say something sweetie..
A: nothing, can you please not call me sweetie..
R: ohh why not, its apt to you, I will call it..
I saw angrily, but couldn't do anything, I could I be so powerless with my own maid..
I sat helplessly looking at my red face in the mirror... Renu walked towards me from back..
she removed the bun, and my hair is fallen loose
R: my my, it's so smooth and silky...
A: yeah, yeah I know.. I said mockingly..
R: don't act smart.. she pulled me back grabbing a few strands of my hair..
A: ouchh..
R: what did you say..
A: nothing, I know madam, my hair is smooth and silky..
R: that's right, now stay still while I brush it, and then I will braid it, okay..
A: what, braid ??
she came infront of me, with comb in her hand..
R: do you have a problem..
#384
Dancer 29(Sunday, 16 July 2023 00:38)
I couldn't answer.. fearing her deathly stare..
A: I mean, it's okay, but I want to go for dinner with sonam..
R: Ohh don't worry, it was her idea..
A: what do you mean..
R: what I mean is.. you would look pretty in a braid...
and she collected all my hair in back and hold it tightly..
R: understood.. while still pulling all my hair..
A: ahh, understood, leave it..
before I could realize, I was seeing a hefty thick dark haired braid resting on my shoulder..
R: okay, let me fix this..
and she applied something on my face..
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E-c8-PNUUAU6zq7.jpg:large
I can't imagine my braid is almost as long as how sonam used to have it.. crossing my waist..
as we walked back into the living room..
I can't believe sonam allowed renu to do this to me...
all my hopes for old wifey are gone, I should bear this for next 6 months, and once this is gone, I will show them.. and I whipped my braid angirly to back..
Sonam walking towards me..
S: ohh, good job Renu, heyy leave it on the front anup, you look cute.. she grabbed my braid from back and put it on my shoulder and smothered it..
R: Thanks Madam, at your service.. hehe.. she courtsyed..
https://media.tenor.com/DI_xza7AiogAAAAM/yes-sir-curtsy.gif
I can't believe it, Renu sucking it up to my wife...
A: sonam, what is this..
S: it's okay, don't worry, you look so pretty like this, now be nice to our guest, he will be here anytime soon..
what did i just hear..
I thought this was supposed to be wife and husband dinner..
A: A he??
knock, knock..
Si: I think it's him..
A: who the fuck is trying to interrupt our dinner..
I went and opened the door abruptly to find..
A: Siddu ???
sonam's subordinate siddu...
Si: Anup.. yes it's me siddu..
I was still wondering why would my wife invite him to the dinner..
Si: Anup, you look, you look gorgeous.. he stuttered
S: ohh all praises just for him..
Si: wow sonam, you look stunning..
S: thank you, thank you..
Si: here I actually bought this...
S: thank you siddu, so nice of you.. and she took a plastic bag of something from him..
S: okay, give us a couple of minutes, and why don't you boys talk, and make yourselves home..
sonam and Renu walked to the kitchen..
I was awkwardly staring at Siddu, I am seeing him first time in a while, he is in black fitted shirt and trousers, he seems so taller than me..
https://theadultman.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Outfit-6-Frank-and-Oak-2-800x1200.jpg
#385
Yaswant(Sunday, 16 July 2023 04:46)
Aditi waiting for your story
#386
Haarika(Sunday, 16 July 2023 06:32)
Dancer, awesome just awesome. Please continue.
#387
Anurag(Sunday, 16 July 2023 09:05)
Aditi I am eagerly waiting for your story
#388
Reader(Sunday, 16 July 2023 10:13)
This site has got few great stories, Aditi is one of them, Aditi let it be your own creation, don’t change plot based on anybody’s review. Dancer thank you for continuing, this is one of my
favourite.
Cheers!
#389
Aji(Sunday, 16 July 2023 12:31)
Aditi, pls continue........ I really like your story........��
#390
aditi(Sunday, 16 July 2023 13:22)
IG CELEBRITY-38
Dharshu, Aditi, and I finally arrived home. Dharshu parked the car and joined us on the sofa. Aditi wasted no time and asked, "Mom, can we talk about what happened?" With no other choice, Dharshu
sighed and agreed, "Okay, let's talk. What do you want to know?" Aditi pressed on, "Why did you say those things, Mom?" Dharshu, trying to explain her actions, responded, "Which things, Aditi?" Aditi
clarified, "Mom, why did you say that he is studying in some other state?" Dharshu explained, "What else could I have said, Aditi? You introduced him as your cousin sister, and everyone assumed he
was younger than you. At that age, people are expected to be studying. I didn't want to create any further complications, so I said he was studying in another state to avoid any questions." Aditi
retorted, "Yes, Mom, but you could have said he was attending online classes." Dharshu admitted, "Yes, I could have said that, but Divya had already told them that he wasn't studying. In the heat of
the moment, I just continued with what was already said. I didn't have time to think it through." Aditi persisted, "But it's wrong, Mom! Now Meena aunty wants to enroll him in school. What are we
going to do?" Dharshu, frustrated, responded defensively, "Aditi, don't make it seem like it's all my fault. You introduced him as your cousin sister in the first place. Maybe you should have
introduced him as older instead of younger." Aditi fired back, "Mom, it was Swetha who assumed that. What could I have done? You were the one who insisted on bringing him to the function." Dharshu
admitted, "Yes, it's unfortunate. We made a mistake, and it got out of hand."
Observing their argument and realizing the strain I had unintentionally caused, I felt a deep sense of guilt. I approached Aditi and called out her name repeatedly, trying to get her attention. She
remained absorbed in her conversation with Dharshu. Frustrated, I shouted, "Aditi Akka!" Startled, she finally noticed me and asked, in an angry tone, "What is it, Divya?" I gestured for her to come
closer, and when she did, I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. It caught her off guard, but after a few moments, she hugged me back. In a soft voice near her ear, I said, "It's
okay, Aditi akka! Everything will be fine! Don't be angry. We'll figure out something." She fell silent, and I assured her that I would talk to Dharshu. Dharshu, unaware of what had transpired,
watched us without realizing the depth of our conversation. Once Aditi regained her composure, I signaled for Dharshu to bend down, and I hugged her tightly as well. I could sense that she, too,
needed the embrace. "Auntie, don't be angry or stressed. I know you'll find a solution. We'll figure something out." In those moments, she hugged me back, and in the exchange, she uttered, "Yes,
sweetie. We will figure out something."
As both Dharshu and Aditi began to calm down, their voices returned to a normal tone. Dharshu reassured us, saying, "I will figure out something to resolve this." Aditi chimed in, "Yes, Mom! We have
to figure something out. You know how Meena aunty is. Once she decides on something, it's hard to change her mind." Dharshu nodded in agreement, acknowledging Meena's reputation in the area. We
shifted our focus back to discussing the function and the events of the day.
Later, I went to Aditi's room to show her my growing follower count on social media. Excitedly, I exclaimed, "Aditi Akka, look at my follower count! It has reached 25k!" She hugged me and replied,
"Yes, sweetie! Who wouldn't want to follow such a cutie like you?" I then shared that my messages were filled with people asking about her and requesting an introduction as Aditi is her "akka." They
were curious about the elite group she belonged to. Aditi chuckled and asked, "What's the elite group, sweetie?" I eagerly explained, describing its significance. Just then, Dharshu entered the room
and asked if we wanted anything to eat. Aditi declined, stating that she was fine, and I echoed the same sentiment, mentioning that I was already full from the cake. Dharshu left the room.
Amidst our conversation, Aditi remarked, "Sweetie, do you realize that you've been calling her 'auntie' even though we're at home?" It suddenly dawned on me, and I admitted, "Yes, akka! I was so
happy today, especially after being in a bad mood for a while. I guess I just continued calling her 'auntie,' and Dharshu didn't correct me either." We shared a laugh, grateful for the lightness that
had returned to the room.
#391
aditi(Sunday, 16 July 2023 13:26)
IG CELEBRITY-39
The next day, I woke up to messages from Abhi and a few others. Aditi entered my room and asked if she should accompany me or if she should go to her friend's house. I replied, "No, akka! You can go
and come back. I have work to do." She nodded and said, "Okay, sweetie!" She left, and I began working on my project, realizing I hadn't done much the previous day. However, Abhi's persistent
messages about yesterday's photo interrupted my work, and we ended up talking for a while. After the call, I found myself mindlessly browsing the internet, accomplishing very little.
Two weeks had passed, and I wasn't making much progress on my project. I was exhausted, neglecting self-care, and my sleep was suffering. One day, feeling overwhelmed and lying in bed, Aditi walked
into the room. She asked, "Hey sweetie, what's wrong? Why are you always in your room?" I replied, "Just a lot of work, akka! It's getting hectic." Concerned, she gently scolded, "Look, you're not
even taking care of yourself, sweetie. Go and take a bath now. We can forget about work for today." I hesitated, opposing her suggestion, but she insisted with a mix of sweetness and firmness, "Go!
You have to listen to your akka. Take a bath first. You're free for a while."
Reluctantly, I allowed myself to be led to the bathroom, clutching a towel. I stood under the shower for a while as Aditi called my name. I replied, "Coming, akka!" I emerged from the shower,
wrapping the towel around my chest as Indhu had suggested. Aditi noticed and gestured for me to sit on a chair. She had another towel and began drying my hair, advising, "You should dry your hair
well, sweetie. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." She carefully combed through my tangled locks, and when I winced, she scolded, "That's why you should brush your hair daily." She applied a lotion to
reduce the tangles and continued brushing. The soothing motion of the brush made me feel relaxed and at ease.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/61/12/33/6112331e3a03f9b054e858bc21ab8885.jpg
Afterward, she handed me a dress and explained, "It's called a jumpsuit, sweetheart. You bought it without knowing the name of the dress itself!" I struggled a bit to put it on, particularly with the
back zip, but Aditi helped me fasten it. She then asked me to sit again, taking up the brush to work on my hair once more.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1a/19/5e/1a195ee2ee7685f4ff04847bf067cff6.jpg
She brushed it thoroughly, parting it in the middle. Taking a small section of hair on one side, she brushed it upwards and stroked it gently, securing it with a hairband. She repeated the process on
the other side, creating a symmetrical look. She applied some cream to my face and showed me the mirror. The hairstyle resembled the one Indhu had done previously, but it had a more subtle and less
girly touch. Nonetheless, I felt pretty. Aditi asked, "Do you like it, sweetie?" With a smile, I replied, "It's cute, akka!" She hugged me, and a warm sense of affection enveloped us.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/8d/37/c68d37cffecc7c36ab983cffab3758af.jpg
#392
anjali(Sunday, 16 July 2023 15:08)
The story is getting very exciting, I can't wait.
I am waiting, does Dharshu consider Divya as his child?
#393
Aji(Monday, 17 July 2023 01:04)
Wow great Adithi, make him gradually into feminization that he also wants to feel the dresses and then wearing panty, bras and sanitary pads etc.....
#394
Sandeep(Monday, 17 July 2023 07:35)
Aditi waiting for your story simply superb continue ya more parts
#395
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:07)
IG CELEBRITY-40
We found ourselves sitting in the garden, a place we rarely visited. There was a bench in the middle, and we settled there, enjoying the view of the garden. Aditi and I engaged in casual
conversation, deliberately avoiding any discussion about the project that was causing me stress. We talked about our favorite things, sharing anecdotes and laughter.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange, we marveled at the beauty around us. I shared with Aditi the interactions I had been having with my followers on my account. The
frequent conversations were a source of joy and connection for me.
After a while, Dharshu appeared, seemingly searching for us. She remarked, "Oh, you two are here! I was looking for you in the house." Aditi responded, "Yes, Mom. We decided to visit the garden."
Dharshu commented, "You should take care of it more often, Aditi." Aditi reassured her, "I will, Mom. After the exams are over." However, Dharshu seemed preoccupied.
Aditi sensed something was off and asked, "What's the matter, Mom? You seem a bit distant." Dharshu hesitated but eventually replied, "It's about Divya's situation." I instinctively responded, "What
happened, Dharshu?" instead of addressing her as auntie. Dharshu appeared surprised by my use of her name but continued, "Nothing, sweetie. Meena akka called me today and reminded me about the test
she wants to conduct." Aditi chimed in, "Mom, you said you would figure something out, right?" Dharshu sighed and replied, "Yes, that's what I'm trying to do, Aditi. But the test is only two weeks
away. I can't come up with a believable excuse at this point." Dharshu continued, "I thought of saying that we received a call from the school informing us that they will be starting earlier, but it
would seem odd, considering there are only two months left in the academic year." Aditi nodded in understanding and said, "I get it, Mom. We need to come up with a better solution. Meena auntie is
sharp, and it's difficult to deceive her."
I understood the situation and confidently proposed, "I can go and write the test alone!" Both Dharshu and Aditi looked surprised by my suggestion. Dharshu asked, "Why, sweetie?" I explained, "I
understand that finding a solution within two weeks might be challenging. It would be better for me to write the test now, and we can figure out a plan during the next two months before the new
academic year starts." Dharshu agreed, saying, "Yes, sweetie, you're absolutely right!"
She came over and hugged me, expressing her gratitude. Then she asked, "But are you confident that you can handle the test?" I looked at her with surprise and responded, "Do you really think I can't
crack a school test? But what exactly is this test about?" Aditi chimed in, saying, "It's just a procedural test, Divya. It assesses your understanding of the syllabus and determines if you're able
to study the subjects taught here. It's usually required for students transferring from other states where the curriculum may differ." I nodded, now understanding the purpose of the test.
Dharshu expressed her concern, mentioning that I was already busy with the project. She questioned how I would manage to prepare for the test as well. I laughed and reassured her, saying, "It's okay!
I can handle both. I'll make sure to learn the basics and manage my time effectively."
Dharshu then remembered the tea and asked Aditi to bring it from the table. Aditi hesitated, displaying laziness. I intervened and said, "Akka, I will bring it. You can stay seated." I walked to the
kitchen, leaving them to continue their discussion. I could hear their voices, discussing the situation and potential solutions.
#396
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:08)
IG CELEBRITY-41
As the day of the test approached, I focused more on my project, which was still pending. During breakfast, Dharshu asked me about its progress, and I replied, "It's going hectic! I'm still working
on the last week's submission." She reassured me, saying, "Don't worry, Divya. You can do it." I smiled, appreciating her support.
Then, Dharshu brought up the upcoming test at school, mentioning that it was scheduled for the next day. I was surprised that two weeks had already passed. I exclaimed, "Is it tomorrow, Dharshu? I
completely forgot." She nodded and added, "Yes, sweetie. I know it might be easy for you, but a little review of the topics will help you feel more confident." I agreed, realizing that refreshing my
knowledge would prevent me from getting bored during the exam. I replied, "You're right, Dharshu. I'll do some revision today."
After Dharshu left, Aditi approached me and offered her assistance, saying, "Sweetie, I know you've already studied these topics, but remember that the syllabus has changed recently. If you need any
help, let me know, okay?" I thanked her and replied, "Okay, akka," even though I was confident in my knowledge and didn't think I would need any help.
Back in my room, I continued working on my project. During the evening, I received a call from the borrower to whom I owed money. I assured them that I would be returning it soon. Later, I decided to
spend some time refreshing my understanding of the test topics. I started by searching online and reading about the subjects, focusing on the 12th-grade curriculum. However, I soon realized that it
was more complex than I had anticipated, especially in mathematics, as I hadn't been using those concepts for a long time. I thought it would be amusing to surprise everyone by doing well on the
12th-grade questions, but the complexity made me shift my focus to slightly lower grade levels.
After waking up to Aditi's wake-up call, I found myself half-awake as she arranged the laptop on the table, which I had left on the bed the previous night. I asked her, still groggy, why she was
waking me up so early in the morning. She reminded me, "Don't you remember? Today you have to go to Meena Auntie's school for the test." I recalled the plan and replied, "Yes, I remember, but why so
early?" She chuckled and said, "It's already 7 am, Sweetie! You need to be there by 9 am, so wake up and get ready!"
Aditi then took it upon herself to help me get ready for school. I went to brush my teeth, half-asleep, and returned after completing my morning routine. She stood there with a towel and suggested
that I take a head bath to look even better. I agreed and proceeded to take a bath. When I emerged from the bathroom, Aditi asked me to sit on the bed. As I sat down, she began drying my hair,
advising, "Sweetie, make sure you dry your hair thoroughly. If you need a hairdryer, it's in my room. You can go and get it. If you need any help, let me know, and I'll teach you." I responded with a
playful tongue-out gesture, indicating that I was fine without the hairdryer.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/26/d7/51/26d751a8655d7ba901ac3a269b96b19f.jpg
#397
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:09)
IG CELEBRITY-42
Once Aditi finished drying my hair, she proceeded to brush it, using a detangler to remove any tangles. She scolded me, saying, "It seems like you're not brushing your hair, sweetie! Come to my room
every night at 10, and I will take care of it. Understood?" Her tone seemed stern, and I quickly responded, "Okay, akka! I haven't had time to do it, but I will make sure to do it from now on." With
that, she completed the brushing and left my hair as it was.
Aditi then applied some light makeup, using a natural foundation, cream, and a touch of balm. She was mindful not to use too much makeup, considering it was for a school setting. Once she finished,
she instructed me to dress and join them in the front as Dharshu was waiting outside. Curious, I asked, "Doesn't she have work today, akka?" Aditi replied, "It's Saturday, sweetie!" It dawned on me
that it was the weekend. With that realization, Aditi left the room, and I began searching through my wardrobe, aiming to select an outfit that was less feminine and more appropriate for a school
environment.
I carefully selected a white shirt that fit me well, hugging my body in a flattering way. The fabric was thin, making it comfortable to wear. To add some visual interest and layering to the outfit, I
chose a beige crop-top sweater. It had a loose and relaxed fit, extending just above my hips, providing a bit of coverage and concealing my body shape. I folded the sleeves of the white shirt to add
a stylish touch and create a casual yet put-together look.
For the bottom half, I opted for a pair of blue skinny jeans. They fit snugly, accentuating my figure and creating a streamlined silhouette. The jeans reached just above my ankles, adding a touch of
modernity to the overall outfit. Though they were plain in design, their slimming effect complemented the rest of the ensemble. To complete the look, I selected white sneakers that matched the
overall aesthetic. They added a touch of sportiness and ensured comfort for the day ahead. To make the outfit slightly less feminine, I decided to accessorize with a band on my wrist. It added a hint
of edge and masculinity to the overall look, balancing the femininity of the ensemble.
After brushing my hair, I gathered it into a ponytail using a black hairband. The ponytail added a practical element to keep my hair out of my face and maintained a neat and polished appearance.
Feeling confident and put-together, I stepped out into the hallway to show Aditi and Dharshu my outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/1c/49/101c49b586e54eefb736ec250554ec0b.jpg
#398
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:11)
IG CELEBRITY-43
Aditi glanced at me and exclaimed, "Wow! You look absolutely stunning, sweetie! That dress is super!" Her words filled me with confidence, and I couldn't help but feel even more radiant. I took a
seat on the sofa, eagerly awaiting Dharshu's arrival.
After a few minutes, Dharshu entered the room, wearing a plain kurta and leggings. She noticed my outfit and curiously asked, "What are you wearing, sweetie?" She then turned to Aditi and questioned,
"Didn't you tell him to dress appropriately for the test?" Aditi appeared perplexed, and I quickly chimed in, "What's wrong with the dress, Dharshu?" I could sense the disappointment in her
expression, but she didn't want to make me feel more tense. She approached me, sat down, and gently explained, "The dress looks absolutely fantastic, sweetheart! However, we are going to a school for
an exam, and Meena akka is quite conservative when it comes to school attire, sweetie. Since you'll be attending the test as someone who will potentially study there, it would be better to wear an
outfit more appropriate for your age. You can save this outfit for another occasion, perhaps a movie outing tomorrow. Does that sound alright, sweetie?" Though I felt a tinge of disappointment, I
understood her reasoning. I replied, "It's okay, Dharshu. I understand." She smiled and added, "Sweetie, for today, I will be your auntie. So, don't address me by my name in front of anyone, and I'll
use feminine pronouns for today." I smiled back and said, "I understand, auntie!" She playfully pinched my cheeks, bringing a playful atmosphere to the room.
Dharshu then turned to Aditi and instructed, "Aditi, pick something appropriate for the test." Aditi nodded in agreement and called me to join her. I responded enthusiastically, "Coming, Aditi akka!"
and followed her to the room. She meticulously searched through the wardrobe until she found a simple yet suitable dress for the day. She chose a kurta with vertical color lines, predominantly in a
captivating shade of blue. To complement the kurta, she selected matching blue leggings. She handed me the outfit and requested, "Please wear this."
As I examined the outfit Aditi had chosen for me, I realized that it had a distinctly feminine touch, unlike the attire I had worn for previous functions such as weddings and birthdays. With a sigh,
I decided to remove the dress I was wearing and put on the one Aditi had given me. Aditi reassured me that it looked wonderful on me. She then motioned for me to take a seat at the vanity, where she
began brushing my hair. With a gentle touch, she created a middle parting and proceeded to twist and braid small sections of my hair, securing them with pins for a neater appearance. On the other
side, she replicated the same style, ensuring both braids were securely fastened. She replaced the stud earrings I had been wearing with a more suitable pair, and finally, she brushed through the
remaining strands of my hair, adding the finishing touches.
Glancing at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel satisfied with the result. Aditi beamed and said, "You look absolutely beautiful, sweetie!" She then urged me to pose for a picture,
capturing the moment with a small section of hair gracefully held in my hand.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/7d/58/827d58a93d60c01d8ff592ac86c00538.jpg
#399
Yaswant(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 06:43)
Simple superb Aditi
#400
anjali(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 08:12)
As I think the story is going right, Dharshu herself now wants Divya to call him Aunty.
#401
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 09:54)
IG CELEBRITY-44
I emerged from the room and asked, "Auntie, is this look okay?" Dharshu glanced at me and replied, "Yes, sweetie, it's perfect! Let's start moving." I turned to Aditi and bid her farewell, to which
she responded, "All the best, sweetie!" I smiled and followed Dharshu to the car. As we started the engine, Dharshu inquired, "Have you prepared, dear? I know it won't be difficult for you, but
still..." I reassured her, saying, "Yes, Auntie! I reviewed some of the topics yesterday. I'll be fine, don't worry!" She expressed her relief, saying, "It's good to hear, sweetheart. Let's go over
some basics before we tackle the exams." I wondered what kind of basics she was referring to, but then she continued, "Don't write your full name on the answer sheet, just use 'Divya' alone. Avoid
mentioning your date of birth by mistake, as it might reveal your true age. It's better to leave the gender section blank for now. We'll take care of that later. Meena akka can be quite strict. Since
this is a simple exam for you, just write what you know. If they ask for any ID proof, tell them to check with me. And if they ask any difficult questions, simply refer them to me, sweetie. I'll
handle it." I was amazed by the many things Dharshu auntie had considered. I gratefully replied, "Thanks, Auntie! I'll make sure to follow your instructions."
After half an hour of traveling, we arrived at a school compound. It had a grand gate, and we entered after the security opened it for us. As we drove inside, I noticed the expansive campus with its
gardens and various sports playgrounds. There was even a children's playground, which brought back fond memories of my own childhood. Due to the ongoing pandemic, there weren't many students around.
We parked the car and began walking towards the office building. Suddenly, an unfamiliar sense of fear gripped me, something I hadn't experienced until now. I instinctively reached out and held
Dharshu's hand, and she held mine back. There were only a few people moving about the building, mainly students from the 12th grade. It seemed that the other grades were not present. As we entered
the office building, I spotted Meena akka sitting in a chair, awaiting our arrival.
"Come inside, Dharshini!" Meena auntie beckoned. Dharshini greeted her, saying, "Hi, Meena akka! Or do I have to call you 'madam' too?" Meena auntie chuckled and replied, "Only students have to
address me that way. You can call me akka, Dharshini." She then turned her attention towards me and said, "Hi, Divya! Divya, right?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, auntie!" She continued, "I hope you've
prepared for the exams. Shall we begin?" I smiled and affirmed my readiness. Meena auntie called someone else into the room, introducing her as Anu, one of the teachers. She informed Dharshini, "Anu
will guide Divya to the exam room. Dharshini, the exams will last for three hours. You can leave and come back later, or I can call you when it's time for you to pick her up." Dharshini responded,
"Okay, good! I have a friend's house nearby. I'll go and visit her and make sure to be back on time." Dharshini auntie turned to me and said, "I'll be back, sweetie! Don't forget what I said, okay!"
She hugged me tightly, and I reciprocated the embrace, feeling a sense of fear creeping in as I contemplated being alone in that unfamiliar environment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/ca/77/8cca7743d69245faddbe28d54dce5c61.jpg
#402
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 09:55)
IG CELEBRITY-45
Dharshu auntie had left, and I didn't have a mobile with me as they weren't allowed in the exam hall. Anu approached me and introduced herself, saying, "Hi, I'm Anu! What's your name?" I replied,
"I'm Divya, Anu." She smiled and corrected me, saying, "It's Anu miss for you!" She took my hand and led me towards the hall. As we walked, I couldn't help but reflect on the situation. I was older
than Anu, yet she held my hand like I was a small child.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the exam room. There were three other students already seated. Anu instructed us to take our seats, and she distributed the answer sheets. She then began giving us
instructions, "Everyone should write their name in capital letters and their date of birth on the sheet. We will fill in the other information later. The exam is three hours long and consists of
three parts. All questions are multiple-choice. Each part will cover different subjects and carry different marks. Restroom breaks are not allowed during the exam, but you can ask me for water if
needed. Remember, no talking. Pens are already provided on your desks for marking the answers." It felt like I had entered an exam hall after many long years.
Anu started distributing the question papers. When I received mine, I was taken aback by the number of questions. There were around 100 of them, more than I had anticipated. Each part of the exam had
30, 30, and 40 questions, respectively. Fortunately, they were all multiple-choice, which provided some relief. As I glanced through the question paper, I realized it covered a wide range of
subjects, including Math, English, Science, and Social Studies. The only subject missing seemed to be Language, perhaps because it varied depending on the students' regional languages.
I started with the first part, and it seemed relatively easy. I was able to answer most of the questions confidently, with only a few doubts here and there. The second part, however, proved to be
more challenging. I struggled with several questions and couldn't recall some formulas that I had forgotten to review the previous night. Despite my efforts, I was only able to answer about half of
the questions. Moving on to the final part, I found it even more complex. Many of the questions were difficult to understand, and I never expected them to be that challenging. I finished the first
part in 30 minutes, the second part in an additional hour, but the last part consumed 1 hour and 30 minutes, and I still couldn't complete it. Time seemed to fly by, and Anu miss suddenly announced
that there were only 10 minutes left. I realized that it would be difficult to achieve a satisfactory score, which was not what I had expected. The stress caused me to make mistakes and miss out on
some questions. Eventually, the exam ended, and Anu miss asked me, "How did you do, Divya?" I simply smiled in response.
After visiting the restroom, I made my way to the office room where Meena auntie was waiting. Dharshu auntie was already there, and I immediately hugged her without knowing why. Dharshu auntie asked,
"What happened, sweetie? How was the exam?" I replied, "It's okay." Meena auntie interjected, saying, "Hi Divya! I hope you did well. Dharshini, I will have the answers checked, and I'll let you know
the results." Dharshu auntie responded, "Sure, akka! We'll be waiting." We bid farewell and started heading home. When we arrived, Aditi came up to me, hugged me, and asked, "How was the exam,
sweetie?" I replied, "It's fine, akka!" and proceeded to explain how the questions were structured.
#403
anjali(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 11:30)
I'm so excited, Divya is going to be a school girl now. It's to be seen how Divya will survive here. Dharshu is now officially Divya's aunt.
#404
aditi fan(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 11:53)
I am really enjoying it when Divya calls Dharshu aunty.
#405
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 13:10)
IG CELEBRITY-46
I showed Aditi the question paper, starting with the easy questions that we skipped. Then we moved on to the middle-level questions, and I shared the ones that I found difficult. Aditi began
answering the easy questions confidently, which disappointed me because I didn't know the answers myself. I felt worried, and it showed on my face. As we tackled the hard questions, Aditi couldn't
answer any of them either, and I felt a sense of relief. I exclaimed, "See, Akka! I told you, these questions are so complex and difficult. I find them challenging too." Aditi agreed, saying, "Yes,
sweetie, these questions are really tough. I don't understand why they are so complicated." I was glad that she shared my perspective, and Dharshu looked at Aditi after seeing the questions. Aditi
responded, "They are tough, Mom!" Dharshu also acknowledged the difficulty. I was thrilled to hear their agreement, and they reassured me, saying, "Sweetie, remember, this exam doesn't determine
everything. Let's enjoy ourselves. We'll go to the movies tomorrow." I felt happy and went to my room.
The next day, we were getting ready to go to the movies. I wore a black top with black skinny jeans and white sneakers. Aditi suggested I wear a pinkish crop top shirt without buttons, and it looked
cool, so I put it on. I tied my hair up in a high ponytail using a black scrunchy. Aditi wore an orange cashmere sweater-style top with blue jeans. She also styled her hair in a pretty high ponytail
and wore glasses. I told her that her outfit looked really pretty. Dharshu joined us, and we headed to the mall where the movie was showing.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/8b/cf/1f8bcf150b1927747ee0f12fe381dcb8.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8e/e3/4c/8ee34cebce0ceb40ebe99e5577aa91fe.jpg
We decided to watch a horror movie at the theater. Aditi and Dharshu went to buy the tickets, and I waited eagerly on the sofa. However, I noticed them gesturing towards me and having a conversation.
They returned with the tickets, and I asked if we were going to watch the horror movie. To my surprise, Dharshu informed me that the movie had an age restriction. But Aditi had a delightful surprise
for me – they had bought tickets for the Spiderman animated movie instead. Since I loved Spiderman, I was thrilled and filled with excitement as we entered the theater.
During the movie's intermission, I stepped out to buy popcorn. As I was waiting in line, I suddenly heard someone calling out, "Divya akka!" I turned around to see Yamuna standing there. She had
recognized me from my social media account and had been searching for me throughout the theater. Her words touched me, and we ended up chatting for a while. We even took a selfie together, which she
posted on her account. Afterwards, we returned to our seats to watch the remaining half of the movie. I thoroughly enjoyed the film, and even on our way back home, I couldn't stop discussing it with
Aditi and Dharshu.
#406
aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 13:11)
IG CELEBRITY-47
We decided to have dinner at the mall. Aditi and I went to find a place to sit while Dharshu went to buy our food. As we were searching for seats, I noticed someone sitting in a white v-neck top and
torn blue jeans. She looked familiar, and then it hit me that it was Anu miss. I had seen her in a traditional saree yesterday, so seeing her in such modern attire was unexpected. I approached her
and asked, "Are you Anu miss?" She recognized me and replied, "Hey Divya! What are you doing here?" I explained, "Miss, I came to watch a movie and thought of having dinner." I then introduced Aditi,
saying, "This is Aditi akka!"
To my surprise, they already knew each other. Aditi exclaimed, "Anu akka! How are you?" They hugged each other and caught up, reminiscing about old times. Anu eventually asked, pointing to me, "How
do you two know each other?" Aditi replied, "This is my cousin sister Divya! You seem to already know her?" Anu nodded and said, "Yeah, kutty! She wrote the exam at our school yesterday." They
continued chatting, and I learned that Anu was Aditi's senior and they had known each other from dance group classes. Just then, Dharshu joined us, and we informed them that we were leaving. Before
saying goodbye, I complimented Anu on her modern attire, expressing that she looked even prettier in it than in traditional clothing. Anu blushed and hugged me, thanking me with the words, "Thank
you, kutty ma!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/9c/b3/699cb3ca9dbcf6baba0c56f13fa0da39.jpg
I called out “Dharshu auntie”, letting her know that we had arrived. We sat down and began enjoying our dinner together. Throughout the day, we had bonded and grown closer as a family. It was a
memorable experience. We even took a selfie to capture the moment. As we made our way back home, I posted the pictures from our day on my social media account. Surprisingly, my account was gaining
more followers.
Months passed, and it was time for Aditi to take her exams. She had to write them at a nearby school center. Dharshu auntie would drop her off every day, and Aditi was studying diligently, putting in
a lot of effort. It seemed like she would perform well and achieve good grades.
On the other hand, things took a turn for the worse with my project. Despite several deadline extensions, I was unable to complete it on time. As a result, I was removed from the project, and the
company suffered financial losses due to the delay. Not only did they refuse to pay me, but they also spread the word about my incompetence to other companies. This made it incredibly challenging for
me to find new projects or job opportunities. I felt deeply disappointed and disheartened by the situation.
#407
anjali(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 14:06)
iI think now Divaya should quit work and focus on school studies.
*if u dont mind aditi can i contact with you,i am your huge fan now*
#408
VASANTHA(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 19:55)
Aditi your story very super �
#409
Aditi(Tuesday, 18 July 2023 22:27)
Yes, you can reach me anytime.
#410
Satya(Wednesday, 19 July 2023 04:23)
Aditi waiting for next episode
#411
Pranay(Wednesday, 19 July 2023 10:20)
Aditi I am waiting for your story
#412
aditi(Wednesday, 19 July 2023 12:43)
IG CELEBRITY-48
Exams are finally over for Aditi, and she's in the mood to savor the well-deserved holidays. She confidently claims to have aced her exams and expects to score excellent marks. On the last day of her
exams, she celebrated with her friends by going to a restaurant and catching a movie. Meanwhile, I find myself alone at home, the evening shadows creeping in, when I receive a call from the lender
who lent me some money. They sternly demand that I repay the loan within two days, threatening severe consequences otherwise. My heart sinks with worry, feeling like everything is going downhill for
me.
Feeling overwhelmed, I make my way to the garden and sit on a bench, trying to find solace amidst the silence and beauty. Hours pass by, and the hunger gnaws at me, realizing I hadn't eaten anything
since morning. In that moment of despair, I suddenly feel a comforting hand on my shoulder—it's Dharshu. She asks me, "Hey Divya! How many times do I have to call you? What are you doing out
here?"
For reasons unknown to me, I can't hold back my emotions any longer, and tears stream uncontrollably down my cheeks. Dharshu, puzzled and concerned, tries to console me, "Sweetie, what happened? I
just asked in a normal tone." But the tears continue to flow, and she embraces me, allowing me to release all my pent-up emotions in her comforting presence.
Dharshu remains patient, not pushing for an explanation, and lets me cry it out for a while. After a few minutes, my sobs subside, but I find myself unable to say anything, the weight of my troubles
still heavy on my heart.
She gently made me lay my head on her lap and started soothingly caressing my hair. With a caring tone, she softly asked, "What happened, sweetheart? Is there anything you can share with me?" I
mustered the courage to open up and said, "Auntie, you know I've been working on a project, right? I missed the deadline and made some mistakes, and they removed me from the project, citing the
issues it caused."
She tried to console me, saying, "It's okay, sweetie! We'll find something else for you." But I continued, "No, Auntie! They seem to have informed other clients as well, and it seems like they're not
interested in assigning me any new projects." Concerned, she reassured me, "We can figure something out, dear! Don't worry. Why are you crying over this?"
Apprehensively, I admitted, "That's not the only reason, Auntie. I borrowed some money to treat my friends and buy clothes on that day." Her expression turned stern, and she asked, "What? How much
did you borrow, and from whom? Have you repaid it or not?" In a hushed voice, I replied, "No, they called me, saying I must return the money in 2 days, or the situation will worsen."
She was clearly upset and scolded, "I wanted to slap you! Why didn't you ask me on that day? Why did you have to borrow from someone else?" Frightened, I sat down, explaining, "I have some money,
Auntie! I've only borrowed some, but there are pending payments. I didn't want to burden you further, as I'm already staying in your home for so long. That's why I borrowed from someone else." I
couldn't hold back my tears, and they started flowing again.
In a comforting embrace, she said, "Sweetie, when did I treat you like someone outside the family? You're a part of us, and Aditi and everyone else are happy to have you here. You should have told
me! Don't worry; I'll take care of the remaining amount. Don't borrow from anyone else! Next time, I'll scold you instead!" She tried to lighten the mood, and we both laughed through our tears.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, I hugged her tightly and planted a heartfelt kiss on her cheek (this time filled with genuine affection). "Thank you, Dharshu Auntie!" I said, and she was taken aback by
the gesture. With a gentle touch, she caressed my hair, silently comforting me.
#413
aditi(Wednesday, 19 July 2023 12:44)
IG CELEBRITY-49
After comforting me, Dharshu Auntie suggested that we move inside, and we followed her. She began preparing coffee for herself and thoughtfully brought me a glass of milk along with some biscuits.
Concerned about my pale appearance, she said, "You look so pale, sweetie! Have some biscuits with the milk." Gratefully, I replied, "Thanks, Dharshu Auntie!"
As she settled on the sofa, she tuned in to the news, but I wasn't particularly interested, so I started munching on the biscuit while watching something on my mobile. Dharshu Auntie advised me not
to use mobiles while eating, so I obliged, turned off the mobile, and continued enjoying the milk-soaked biscuit. Once I finished, I let her know and proceeded to the kitchen to put the glass away.
Upon returning, I felt like lying on her lap again, but she was sipping her coffee. Disheartened, my expression revealed my disappointment, and she noticed it. Setting her coffee aside, she invited
me to lay down on her lap, and I eagerly obliged. She gently turned my head to wipe the milk from my lips, teasingly remarking, "You still don't know how to drink milk properly," before tenderly
caressing my hair.
As time passed and the news segment concluded, she noticed my messy hair. "Divya, sit down for a moment," she said. Puzzled, I asked why, and she pointed out, "Look at your hair, Divya! It's so
messy. Your hair is quite long now, and you should take good care of it. When did you last oil it?" I couldn't recall, and she commented on how my hair had turned brown. She asked me to fetch the oil
and her hair accessories box, which I promptly did.
Dharshu Auntie instructed me to sit on the floor, and she began taking my hair out of the ponytail, gently oiling it as she massaged my scalp. While doing so, she remarked, "Look at the heat you
have! You should oil your hair at least twice a week!" Taking great care, she completely oiled my hair, which now reached well below my shoulders. "Your hair has grown so well, Sweetie! But if you
don't maintain it, hair fall might become a problem. Hand me the comb from the box," she advised.
I handed her a wide-toothed comb, and she started brushing my hair before dividing it into three sections. Confused about her intentions, I asked, "Auntie, what are you doing?" With a smile, she
replied, "I'm braiding your hair, sweetie." Surprised, I protested, "But Auntie, it will look girly!" She scolded me back, "Nothing in a hairstyle is called girly! It's just a hairstyle! A braid will
save your hair from tangling." I tried to argue, but she playfully threatened, "If you complain too much, I'll put it in double braids on each side!" I quickly kept my hand over my mouth in response,
and she chuckled before resuming her work.
Dharshu Auntie asked me to sit still and started braiding my hair tightly, causing me to wince a little. She reminded me to sit straight and then requested some bobby pins, which I handed over to
her. She used the pins to tidy up the extra hair near my ears, creating a neat and elegant look. With skillful hands, she continued braiding, asking for a band to secure the end. Finally, she
carefully combed the last part of my hair to complete the braid.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/14/a0/4014a0a0817cde2c1e7962543678be63.jpg
#414
vasantha(Wednesday, 19 July 2023 19:21)
Aditi your story very super � please continue pa I like make go to school with double braid have flower � � pls continues pa
#415
R(Wednesday, 19 July 2023 22:01)
Dancer continue the story
#416
Payal(Thursday, 20 July 2023 00:34)
Nandini please write story
#417
Krish(Thursday, 20 July 2023 02:58)
Aditi eagerly waiting for your story
#418
Aji(Thursday, 20 July 2023 03:36)
Story is good. Adithi, please write little more in every part.. Your fan is waiting...
#419
Jhanvi(Thursday, 20 July 2023 04:55)
The story is getting really more and more interesting Aditi, please continue
#420
Mani(Thursday, 20 July 2023 09:34)
Aditi your story is simply super and waiting for next part post as soon as possible
#421
Person(Thursday, 20 July 2023 11:32)
https://youtu.be/a9OFJOFnThQ
Nice video
#422
aditi(Thursday, 20 July 2023 12:33)
IG CELEBRITY-50
Once Dharshu Auntie finished braiding my hair, she announced, "It is completed," and I eagerly rushed to the mirror to have a look. However, my view was obstructed, and I couldn't fully see the
braid. Dharshu Auntie, sensing my curiosity, took a photo and showed it to me. The hairstyle had a slightly girly touch, and I could tell that Auntie was eagerly awaiting my response. Not wanting to
disappoint her, I exclaimed, "It's looking beautiful, Auntie!" Her face lit up with joy, and she responded, "Yeah, right! I thought I had lost the touch since I haven't done it in a long time!" She
hugged me affectionately, and we settled back on the sofa, with her arm gently around my shoulder while I rested my head on hers. We continued watching TV in that comfortable and warm embrace until
Aditi entered the house and caught sight of us.
Aditi playfully commented, "Hi, both of you! Look at this rare view! Looks like someone is getting pampered today!" Dharshu Auntie playfully tapped her hand and jokingly requested her to be quiet.
Aditi joined us on the other side of Dharshu Auntie, giving her a hug as well. Then Dharshu Auntie asked Aditi, "Would you like some coffee?" to which Aditi replied, "Yes, please, Mom! If you're okay
with it?" Dharshu Auntie headed to the kitchen to prepare the coffee.
As we started chatting, Aditi enthusiastically shared her experiences from the previous day. She described the mesmerizing rooftop restaurant they visited, relishing the breathtaking city view while
enjoying a scrumptious meal. Aditi suggested that we all visit the restaurant again once the exam results were out, especially during the night when the city lights would be even more enchanting.
Later, they went to a nearby cinema to watch a horror movie, which Aditi found genuinely terrifying. I was curious about how she managed to get in despite age restrictions, so I inquired about it.
Aditi pondered for a moment and explained that they allowed them in on a less crowded day. However, the real reason was that they restricted entry for me, thinking I looked younger than my age, and
they couldn't adequately verify my identification.
Soon after, Dharshu Auntie asked Aditi to fetch her coffee as she had some work to attend to. Aditi looked at me with a pitiful expression and asked, "Sweetie, could you please get it for akka?" I
smiled and replied, "Sure, Aditi akka! Anything for you." As I stood up to get the coffee, Aditi noticed my braid and appeared intrigued.
I returned with the coffee and handed it to Aditi. As she turned around, she noticed my braid and exclaimed, "Oh! Sweetie! Looks like someone got a new hairstyle!" I couldn't help but chuckle, and I
replied, "Yeah, Akka! Auntie wanted me to braid my hair to prevent it from getting tangled and damaged. I told her not to do it, but she insisted!" Amusingly, Aditi teasingly added, "Oh, why don't
you want to, Di? You look cute, Di chellam," using the female pronoun. I playfully scolded her, saying, "Akka, don't mock me!" She continued her playful teasing, asking, "What happened, Di? I'm not
teasing, Di!" I responded with a smile, "See, you are teasing me by calling me Di," and lightly tapped her hand.
Aditi playfully persisted, "Oh, Chellakutty! You look pretty, Di! Can't Akka call you Di?" I playfully gave in, saying, "You can call me anything, Akka, but..." Aditi, not one to miss an opportunity,
teased some more, saying, "Look, something is missing on your face," and playfully placed her bindi between my eyebrows, adding, "Now it's perfect, Di, sweetheart." I lightly tapped her hand again,
and we all laughed together. Feeling uplifted and cheered by their affectionate teasing, I left their company for a moment, feeling a sense of happiness and belonging. Today was indeed a day filled
with warmth and love, thanks to the wonderful people around me.
#423
aditi(Thursday, 20 July 2023 12:36)
IG CELEBRITY-51
One month had passed, and it was the day of Aditi akka's results. We sat nervously, continuously refreshing the tab to check her scores. I held her hand, trying to comfort her, and said, "You'll be
fine, akka, don't worry." Finally, the result page loaded, and to her joy, Aditi had scored around 430 marks out of 500, exceeding her expectations. She jumped with happiness, and I congratulated her
with a warm hug. Dharshu Auntie did the same and announced that they would celebrate with friends the next day. Aditi suggested the rooftop restaurant we had planned to visit, and everyone was
excited about the celebration.
Aditi spent the day calling her friends to inquire about their results, while I was also thrilled that she had achieved more than she had hoped for.
The following morning, Dharshu Auntie woke me up, saying, "Divya! Wake up, sweetie!" In my half-asleep state, I mumbled, "Hi Auntie! What's going on?" She informed me, "Sweetie! Meena Akka called,
and they asked us to go to school to collect your result." I was shocked and quickly woke up, asking, "Is that really necessary, Auntie?" Dharshu replied, "Don't worry, sweetheart! It's just to
collect your result, and it's better if we go and check. It'll avoid any misunderstandings." Though reluctantly, I agreed, and she added, "I also need to check on Aditi's admission. I don't want her
to go back to the hostel. So, we'll check that and then head to the evening celebrations directly, sweetie. What do you say?" I replied, "Sure, Auntie! I understand," and agreed to wear a nice dress
for the occasion as we would be going to school first.
After some time, Aditi asked me to get ready as we needed to visit the temple before going to school. The morning sun cast a warm glow through the curtains as I headed to the bathroom for a
refreshing bath. After returning to my room, I was still clad in my comfortable night dress, contemplating which outfit to wear for the day's events. Aditi akka walked into the room, looking
absolutely stunning in her blue long salwar with full sleeves adorned with delicate beige buttons. Her cream-colored shawl gracefully draped over her shoulders, and she wore beautiful earrings that
accentuated her elegant look. With minimal makeup, she had a naturally radiant charm that made her stand out even more.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e6/f6/21/e6f621153436f731945a7effc3b14bbc.jpg
I couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "Akka, you look so pretty! But I thought you might wear something more grand since we're going to the restaurant." She replied with a soft smile, "Yeah,
Divi! That was my initial plan too. But we have to visit the temple first, and then we'll head to school, so I chose something more casual and comfortable."
Curious about my outfit choice, she asked, "What are you doing, Divi?" I replied, "I was looking for some jeans and tops, akka!" She gently reminded me that we had to go to school first, so it would
be better to wear something similar to her attire. With a warm and caring gesture, she handed me a lovely orange netted salwar adorned with delicate white accents. I hesitated slightly, saying,
"Akka, don't you think it's too grand and heavy for the occasion?" With an encouraging smile, she lovingly reassured me, "Sweetie, you should look presentable, especially since Abhi is also coming to
the party. This dress will suit you beautifully."
Feeling reassured by her support, I started putting on the outfit. Aditi akka then came to help me with my hair, skillfully tying it up in a high ponytail. As she worked on my hair, she complimented
its thickness and beauty, making me feel more confident. To complete the look, she carefully chose big and elegant earrings that perfectly matched the outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dc/c1/7e/dcc17ed877e18410710823f21e8a366f.jpg
With our preparations done, we stood together, admiring ourselves in the mirror. It was a special moment shared between us, and Aditi couldn't resist the urge to capture it. We took a joyful selfie
together, our smiles radiating the happiness we felt. Eager to share the excitement with our friends and followers, we posted the picture on our social media accounts, ready to embrace the day's
adventures ahead.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9e/96/9f/9e969f31644ba22ee58720020325a680.jpg
#424
poornima crossy(Thursday, 20 July 2023 13:35)
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Qhr7a82G3zE
#425
Abeena(Friday, 21 July 2023 03:38)
Really good Adithi. I am looking for
#426
Abeena(Friday, 21 July 2023 03:40)
When Divya going to wear a bra and panty.. I am looking forward to it...
#427
Malarvizhi(Friday, 21 July 2023 03:44)
Dancer update soon...Aditi make him humilate and tease... by younger girls ...Make more feminine like dressing half saree and pavadai sattai
#428
Raju(Friday, 21 July 2023 07:24)
Aditi your story is super write down more parts
#429
Vasantha(Friday, 21 July 2023 09:37)
Aditi your looking very good pls continues pa
#430
Aji(Friday, 21 July 2023 12:57)
Super Adithi. Are you Tamil Adithi. The story has chellakkutty... di... like things. That's why I asked. An Adithi fan.
#431
Jhanvi(Friday, 21 July 2023 13:19)
The story is getting more interesting Aditi,
Please continue
#432
Grammarly(Friday, 21 July 2023 15:35)
Iditi it was simply awesome, please continue with more humiliation and pricing
#433
Sailaja_vijayawada(Saturday, 22 July 2023 02:14)
Once upon a time, in a small village in South India, there lived a truly unique couple named Ravi and Meera. They were known for breaking societal norms and challenging established gender roles.
Ravi, a gentle and compassionate soul, possessed an innate femininity that extended beyond the traditional expectations of masculinity. On the other hand, Meera, a strong and determined woman, defied
the conventionally feminine ideals and pursued her passion as a bodybuilder.
Ravi enjoyed expressing himself through clothing, embracing vibrant colors and delicate fabrics that society often associated with femininity. He found joy in cross-dressing and adorning his hair
with flowers, believing that true beauty was not confined to gender stereotypes. His graceful movements and effervescent personality enchanted those around him, and he became a beloved figure in the
village.
Meera, on the other hand, possessed an extraordinary strength and muscular physique. She spent hours every day at the local gym, honing her bodybuilding skills and pushing the limits of her physical
capabilities. Her sculpted muscles and unwavering determination made her a symbol of empowerment for women in the community. Meera shattered the notion that femininity and physical strength were
mutually exclusive, proving that a woman could be powerful, confident, and unapologetically herself.
Despite their contrasting appearances, Ravi and Meera shared a deep love and understanding for one another. Their unique personalities complemented each other perfectly, creating a strong bond that
withstood all societal pressure and criticism. They supported each other's dreams and aspirations, encouraging one another to be true to themselves.
The village, initially taken aback by their unconventional relationship, soon grew to appreciate and respect Ravi and Meera for their authenticity and fearlessness. People began to question the rigid
gender roles and stereotypes that had governed their lives for generations. The couple became an inspiration to many, encouraging others to embrace their individuality and pursue their passions
without fear of judgment.
Ravi and Meera's love story taught the village the importance of acceptance, love, and the power of breaking free from societal expectations. They showed that true happiness and fulfillment could
only be achieved by embracing one's authentic self, regardless of societal norms.
Years passed, and Ravi and Meera's influence extended far beyond their village. Their story spread throughout the region, inspiring countless individuals to challenge gender norms and embrace their
true selves. They became advocates for LGBTQ+ rights and gender equality, using their platform to create awareness and promote inclusivity.
Ravi continued to cross-dress and embody his unique sense of style, while Meera continued to excel in bodybuilding, becoming a role model for aspiring female athletes. Together, they worked
tirelessly to promote acceptance, love, and understanding, creating a world where everyone could be themselves, unapologetically.
And so, Ravi and Meera lived a life filled with love, happiness, and purpose. Their journey taught others to celebrate diversity and to see the beauty in breaking free from societal expectations.
They were a testament to the fact that love knows no bounds and that true strength lies in being true to oneself. And their story continues to inspire generations to come, reminding them that they
too can be the authors of their own unique narratives.
#434
Aneeta(Saturday, 22 July 2023 03:09)
Adithi your stories are so good. Pls continue the story with more thrilling experience..
#435
Venu(Saturday, 22 July 2023)
Aditi waiting for your story.your story is good
#436
aditi(Saturday, 22 July 2023 07:41)
IG CELEBRITY-52
We got ready and stepped outside, where Dharshu Auntie stood in her elegant Green saree adorned with beautiful zari work and a red border. Her hair was expertly styled in a graceful bun, making her
look absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "You look beautiful, Auntie!" She smiled and thanked me, returning the compliment with, "Thanks, sweetie! You look beautiful
too!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/29/dc/2b29dcf67fc8531becf2191ced1e8a8a.jpg
Then, Auntie went to fetch her car, and both Aditi and I rushed to claim the front seat. In the process, my hair got entangled with her hand, causing the band securing my ponytail to break, setting
my hair free. We didn't say anything to each other, knowing that Auntie would scold us both. So, we silently got into the back seat of the car. Aditi gestured for me to sit quietly, and she began
combing my hair with the hair she had. Not having a hairband, she used a hair clip to secure my hair in the center, giving it a rather girly look. With our hair settled, we set off for the
temple.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/c8/11/ddc811a208ad3c693d76bffb56504f21.jpg
After some time, we reached the grand temple. Auntie parked the car and asked us to leave our slippers inside. The three of us got out and walked towards the temple. Auntie bought some pooja items
and rejoined us. Inside, we worshipped the gods and marveled at the exquisitely carved statues. The temple was bustling with a large crowd, indicating that it was an auspicious day.
We stood in a long queue for darshan (blessings) from the deity. As we approached the front, the priest performed the Aarthi, and we sought blessings. Aditi received saffron from the priest and
applied a small tikka on my forehead. The priest then distributed flowers to everyone. Aditi and Dharshu Auntie placed the flowers on their heads and began to pray. I was holding the flowers, but
Aditi noticed and gently took them from my hand, securing them in my hair with a pin. When I tried to speak, she softly said, "Keep quiet, Di! It's God's blessing." I decided to stay silent, not
wanting to disrupt the serenity of the sacred moment in the crowded temple.
As we were returning to the car, I couldn't help but ask Aditi, "Akka, why did you put the flowers on my hair? Isn't it girly?" She looked at me, seemingly puzzled, probably because I was wearing a
dress typically worn by girls, yet I was worried about the flowers in my hair. She replied with conviction, "It's God's blessing, Di! So don't speak like that!" Her response left me momentarily
speechless, and I decided to keep quiet as we made our way towards the school.
Upon arriving at the school, we got out of the car and proceeded towards the office. Meena Auntie warmly welcomed us and invited us to take a seat in the office.
#437
aditi(Saturday, 22 July 2023 07:42)
IG CELEBRITY-53
Meena Auntie began by asking Aditi, "How much did you score, Aditi?" Aditi replied happily, "430, Auntie!" Meena congratulated her and said, "That's great, Aditi!" Aditi smiled but added, "Still less
than Swetha Auntie," and they both burst into laughter. Swetha akka had scored 450, making her the top scorer.
Dharshu Auntie then joined the conversation, expressing her desire to shift Aditi closer to home. She felt bad sending her far away after the pandemic, and she wrapped her arm around Aditi
affectionately. Meena Auntie agreed and teased Dharshu, saying, "That's what I've been telling you all along – you should have never sent her to a hostel! Look at her now; she's doing so well with
home-cooked food." Dharshu acknowledged her point and asked about the courses available for Aditi if she decided to join this college.
Meena turned to Aditi and inquired about her preferred course. Aditi replied, "Computer Science group, Auntie." However, Dharshu interjected, saying, "No, Akka! I am also in the same department. Is
Biology group available? I am planning to make her a doctor." Aditi tried to interrupt, but Dharshu playfully hushed her, while Meena considered the options, mentioning that the Biology group was
almost filled.
Meanwhile, a tall man, approximately 6ft in height, entered the room wearing a police uniform. I turned my head to look at him, feeling a little nervous since I was a guy wearing girls' clothes and
had attended the entrance test here. I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. Everyone stood up, and the man approached Meena Auntie, handing her something. Meena checked it, and he said, "Check, Di!
Is everything current?" Meena replied, "Okay, I will check, but why did you have to come all this distance for this?" He replied, "It's fine, Di! Anything for my beautiful wife." Then, he noticed
Dharshu Auntie and seemed to recognize her, saying, "Prakash Anna! Still the same charming Prakash, it seems." They laughed, and he hugged Dharshu, asking how she had been. Dharshu replied, "Yeah,
Anna! I am fine!"
He then turned to Aditi, calling her "Aditi kutty" and said, "Look who it is? Wow, Aditi! You've become a big girl!" Aditi smiled and greeted him, "Hi uncle! How are you? Still haven't reached your
height!" The tall man laughed and asked why they were there, so Dharshini explained about the admission. He turned to Meena and said, "Meenu! Give Aditi the seat na! My special recommendation!" Meena
laughed and replied, "I'll consider that, Mr. Prakash!" Everyone chuckled at their banter.
I remained silent throughout the whole conversation, and as Prakash was about to leave, he suddenly noticed me and asked, "Who is this little one? I haven't noticed her before!" Meena replied, "She
is Dharshini's niece." Prakash knelt down to my height and said, "I am Prakash! Kutty!" Still feeling a little shy and nervous, I remained silent. Dharshini noticed my hesitation and quickly
intervened, saying, "Hey! It's Prakash Uncle, sweetie! Meena Auntie's husband! She's just a bit shy, Anna!" Finally mustering some courage, I greeted him, "Hi Uncle! I am Divya!" He shook my hand and
lovingly patted my head, saying, "Seems like you had a long journey for your akka's admission."
Meena then mentioned, "She is also planning to change here." Prakash replied, "Oh, that's good, Kutty!" Only then did we realize that we hadn't discussed my own results yet.
#438
aditi(Saturday, 22 July 2023 09:52)
IG CELEBRITY-54
Prakash glanced at the time, realizing it was getting late. He bid farewell and left the room. Meena immediately called Anu, her friend, and exclaimed, "Anu! Come quickly with the results! Divya is
here, and I almost forgot about the entrance test amidst all the hustle with the 10th exam results!" Dharshu Auntie couldn't help but smile at Meena's excitement.
A few moments later, Anu, looking stunning in a beautiful Black handloom saree adorned with a vibrant orange and yellow mixed border, entered the room. She wore a blouse with a matching border, and
her simple makeup enhanced her elegance. Greeting everyone warmly, she handed the result to Meena and noticed me with a warm smile. I smiled back at her, appreciating her kind demeanor.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/21/0f/a9210f5ee2122b7d51063aa835a6ba12.jpg
Anu scrutinized the result, her expression changing as she absorbed the information. She turned to Dharshu Auntie and remarked, "Dharshini, I've carefully assessed the result, and it's evident that
Divya performed well in the easy section and showed proficiency in the average difficulty level. She has a grasp of what she knows." Dharshu Auntie's smile widened with pride.
However, Meenu Auntie interjected, her tone tinged with concern, "But she struggled significantly in the hard level, only scoring 5 out of 40 marks, and her other answers weren't up to par. It seems
she has difficulty understanding certain concepts, Dharshini." The atmosphere shifted as the implications of the assessment sank in.
I felt a jolt of shock and disbelief. How could I have fared so poorly in the difficult section, even struggling with the medium level, which was only at the 8th standard? After completing my
graduate degree and working for so long, it was disheartening to learn about my shortcomings in these exams designed for children.
Dharshu Auntie appeared equally taken aback; she had never expected such a result. She had hoped for a more successful outcome given my educational background. Meenu Auntie's remark about considering
putting me directly in the 10th standard was met with conflicting emotions. On one hand, it felt like a significant leap, and on the other, the thought of potential failure loomed over me.
The situation left me in a state of confusion and uncertainty. I felt the weight of expectations and aspirations pressing down on me, and the fear of not living up to them gnawed at my heart. My mind
raced with questions, and I wondered if my education and the standards of this new place truly differed, leading to this unexpected outcome.
Meena added, "I initially thought of putting her in the 9th standard, but it's evident that she lacks understanding in 8th standard concepts. I know it may not sound favorable, but I believe this
could be the best way to help Divya improve. Even though she completed 8th standard in her previous school, it might be better to have her do it again here. This way, she can acclimate to our
educational system and have a chance to excel in her studies. I see potential in her, and I truly believe she can become a bright student, possibly even outperforming others if she starts from the
8th standard."
The entire room fell into silence, and none of us had anticipated this suggestion. Though we knew we wouldn't seriously consider it, the mere thought weighed heavily on our hearts. The idea of me
redoing the 8th standard while Aditi moved on to the 11th felt like falling into a pit of despair. The room seemed to close in on me, leaving me at a loss for words as a sense of emptiness engulfed
me.
#439
vasantha(Saturday, 22 July 2023 11:31)
Aditi your story very super �
#440
Aji(Saturday, 22 July 2023 12:18)
Please continue Adithi. All the best.......
#441
Al(Saturday, 22 July 2023 12:21)
Dancer countinue the story
#442
Jhanvi(Saturday, 22 July 2023 12:33)
Oh my god Aditi, your story is simply amazing
Please keep going dear
#443
Riya(Saturday, 22 July 2023 13:22)
@Nandani.....do write the next parts....your story is great
#444
SRS(Saturday, 22 July 2023 13:36)
Aditi sama
#445
Sahana(Saturday, 22 July 2023 20:09)
Beautiful story aditi
#446
Shijila Abin(Saturday, 22 July 2023 23:38)
Adithi, I am reading this story with my husband. He has gynacomastia problem. So I encouraged him to wear a bra. After reading your story he has a liking towards female dress and I gave him my bra
for to wear and surprisingly it fits him well. He feels very relieved from the chest pain caused. Now in home at night, he always wear a bra and nightdress with me.
#447
Salma(Sunday, 23 July 2023 03:31)
Great story Adithi. Please make him wear bra and panties and later make him attend to a puberty function. Then Dharshu conduct the puberty function of Divya and he wears pad for 7 days in a month
like he is having periods. Please include this also in your story... Please... please....
#448
Aji(Sunday, 23 July 2023 04:40)
Continue.... Continue.... All the best.... Adithi fan......
#449
aditi(Sunday, 23 July 2023 09:18)
IG CELEBRITY-55
After the whole room fell into a hushed silence, Dharshu Auntie expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thanks Meena akka for the result and the suggestions! I will explore alternative options and
carefully consider what's best for Divya! We need to check with her old school anyway and find out their plans. I'll keep you informed about the decision we make, akka!"
Meena Auntie replied, "Yeah, Sure Dharshini! It's just my opinion; we should look at the bigger picture beyond just one year. Considering she hasn't attended school there, directly putting her in an
exam would be detrimental to her learning. You, as her guardian, have the final say!"
Dharshu Auntie reassured, "Yeah, sure akka! I will take everything into account. Please check on Aditi's options and let me know so that I can also explore those possibilities."
Meena replied, "Sure!" With that, they bid farewell and started to leave. Meanwhile, I was left in a state of shock and bewilderment. Aditi noticed my distress and insisted that I join her outside.
We walked towards the car in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
Aditi noticed my silence and asked, "Why are you so quiet, Divi? What happened?"
With a sad expression, I replied, "No akka, I never expected to score this low."
Aditi reassured me, "It's alright, sweetie! Maybe you didn't have enough time to study, and the test came as a surprise to you."
But I insisted, "No, akka! I studied the day before the test, and I thought I'd do much better. I didn't even score well in the 10th standard level questions!"
Trying to comfort me, Aditi said, "Don't worry, dear! Sometimes exams can be challenging and confusing."
I then asked her about the day I showed her the question paper, hoping she could shed some light. She replied affirmatively, not wanting to make me feel worse.
Feeling a bit relieved, I added, "At least I did somewhat okay in that section. But now, they want me to redo the 8th standard because of my low scores."
Aditi responded, "It's okay, sweetie! You won't have to study it all over again. We only took the exam because we were short on time. We'll find a solution together before that happens!" She then
called out to Dharshu Auntie, "Mom, why are you silent? Don't you have anything to say?"
Dharshu Auntie assured me, saying, "Don't worry, Divya sweetheart! We'll find some solutions to deal with Meena akka's approach. Right now, we're here for Aditi's admission and to celebrate her
success. Let's focus on that, and we'll figure out everything else later." Her words brought some relief, but I still had a question lingering in my mind.
Curiously, I asked, "Auntie, is Meena akka's husband really a police officer? Should we be concerned about that?"
Dharshu realized my worry but tried to comfort me, saying, "Yes, he is a police officer, but there's nothing to worry about. I'll look into it, dear. For now, let's forget about all this and enjoy
tonight. It's Aditi's special day, so let's be happy for her."
Turning to Aditi, I smiled and said, "You're right, akka! Tonight is all about you. Let's celebrate and have a great time. We'll deal with the rest later." Aditi hugged me warmly and said, "Thanks,
di Chellakutty!" Her happiness was contagious, but I could see that Dharshu Auntie had mixed emotions—happiness for Aditi's achievement and some lingering doubts regarding the situation with Meena
akka.
#450
aditi(Sunday, 23 July 2023 09:19)
IG CELEBRITY-56
After some time, we arrived at the grand hotel and parked the car. Taking the lift to the rooftop, which was located above 20 floors, we were warmly welcomed by the security staff. As we stepped
inside, I was taken aback by the awe-inspiring setting. The rooftop was adorned with beautiful lights, comfortable sofas for groups, and elegantly decorated dinner tables with candlelights. There
were also play areas for children and an inbuilt pub.
Aditi akka took me to the side to show me the breathtaking view of the entire city illuminated with sparkling lights on the buildings. I was completely mesmerized by the sight and couldn't help but
exclaim, "Akka! It looks so beautiful! I never expected this when you were telling me about it!"
Suddenly, someone interrupted us, and to my delight, it was none other than Swetha akka. She was dressed in a lovely peach outfit with a pinkish long top and a pastel-colored skirt in shades of aqua
and peach. I felt an overwhelming rush of affection for her and instinctively ran towards her, embracing her with joy. "Swetha akka! The view is beautiful, right?" I expressed my excitement. To my
surprise, she hugged me back warmly and said, "Yes, sweetie! It's as beautiful as you are!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/1e/d5/bd1ed51381e169a6455b25b4aa26f252.jpg
With a big smile, I responded, "Akka, I forgot to say earlier, congratulations on your score!" She graciously replied, "Thanks, sweetie! You've become even sweeter!"
As expected, Indhu akka couldn't resist making her playful comment, "The sweet girl won't congratulate me, it seems." In a playful manner, I showed her my playful face and said, "Congratulations,
Indhu akka!"
Then I noticed two girls taking selfies nearby. One of them was wearing a cute panda-designed hoodie, paired with black jeans and sneakers. The other girl had a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and white
sneakers, with her hair styled in a ponytail. It was Abhi and Gowri, and I decided to sneak up on them and playfully scare them. They both got startled for a moment, and then Abhi recognized me and
hugged me, saying, "Idiot! You scared me, Dhivu! How are you?"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bc/8b/20/bc8b209399e85c338b5757a096f23af1.jpg
Chuckling, I replied, "I'm good, Di! We talked yesterday only, remember?" Then I greeted Gowri and asked her how she was doing. She replied with a smile, "Yeah, I'm good, Di!"
As Gowri got busy with her mobile, Abhi and I started chatting and taking selfies together. After a while, Abhi took me to another area, and I kept asking her where we were going. Eventually, she led
me to the children's play section and showed me a fun slide for kids to play on.
#451
aditi(Sunday, 23 July 2023 09:21)
IG CELEBRITY-57
"What do you want to do, Di Abhi?" She insisted on playing on the children's slide. I liked the idea, but I hesitated, feeling like I was too grown-up for such a game. I said to her, "Hey! We are not
children, Di." However, Abhi was persistent and forcefully made me climb the stairs. Together, we slid down the slide meant for kids, and surprisingly, it turned out to be so much fun that I couldn't
help but feel joyful. We did it again and again, and the two of us had a blast. Gowri chose not to join, considering it too childish.
After some time, Indhu akka called us to join them for dinner as the food was ready. Throughout our way to the dining area, we were laughing and joking about how much fun we had on the slide. When we
reached the table, I excitedly recounted the experience to Aditi, like a child sharing her fun ride with her sister. Aditi then asked us to dig in and enjoy the food.
We started taking photos of the delicious spread to share on social media, capturing numerous pictures of each other in our joyful moments. The view from the rooftop was mesmerizing, and the food was
equally delightful. We indulged in the sumptuous dishes and continued to have fun throughout the meal.
Amidst the joyful atmosphere, Abhi asked me, "Hey Dhivu! It seems like you are joining our school, Di! I heard from Yamuna that you also wrote the entrance exam." The joyous mood was briefly
interrupted by the morning incident, but I didn't want it to dampen my spirits. I replied, "Yeah, Abhi! I wrote it because Meena auntie insisted, but we haven't decided anything yet." Abhi
enthusiastically said, "Hey, you can join our school, Di! You'll be in 10th standard, and we can be classmates. It'll be so much fun, Dhivu!"
"Gowri will be there too! I have so many friends, and I can introduce you to all of them, Di! We'll have a blast," Abhi exclaimed with excitement. Her enthusiasm was infectious, but my mind was
filled with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, I was a grown man who had completed my education and was already working. On the other hand, even if I were to be a school girl, I had no intention of
joining their school, as we had already planned for me to study in another state. Moreover, joining the same school as per the entrance exam results would be even more amusing, considering Meena
aunty's comments about me not being ready for 10th standard.
Amidst all these thoughts, I wondered why I was even entertaining these ideas. I decided to play along and said, "Yeah, Abhi! It would be so much fun! Dharshu auntie will make the final decision, so
let's wait and see. For now, let's just enjoy the day." We continued with our dinner, and as the evening grew late, everyone started bidding their farewells and heading home. On our way back, I
excitedly shared all the events of the evening with Aditi akka, who listened with great enthusiasm, hanging onto every word I said.
IG CELEBRITY-58
After days settled into a routine, and we continued with our morning jogs amidst busy project days. As I looked into the mirror one morning, my gaze fell upon an unexpected visitor - a pimple on my
face. It had been quite some time since I last saw one, and it felt peculiar and unsettling. Unlike before, I couldn't simply ignore it. So, I hurried to Aditi akka's room and called out, "Akka! Are
you there?" She responded promptly, "Yes, Divi! I'm here. What's wrong?"
I showed her the pimples and expressed my concern, "Akka, do you have any tips to get rid of these? They look unsightly on my face." She gently chided me, "Everything is due to the heat, Di Divi!
That's why I kept telling you to maintain a proper diet and take care of your health. But you never listen!" I couldn't help but smile, acknowledging my tendency to be lazy about such matters. She
continued, "Come here, let me put some cream on your face. It should disappear in two days. And don't forget, I'll give you some tips to maintain your skin. No more laziness, okay?" I laughed and
promised, "I'll try my best, akka!"
Over the next few days, Aditi akka diligently applied the cream to my face, and true to her word, the pimples reduced. However, some marks remained. She then surprised me by bringing a bowl and
instructing me to wash my face before applying the cream from the bowl. She explained that I should leave it on for 30 minutes before washing it off. She followed this routine for a week, and the
results were remarkable. My face became clearer, and the dark spots vanished. She also shared some valuable skincare tips and advised me to maintain a specific diet, which I wholeheartedly
embraced.
The transformation was incredible; my complexion grew fairer than ever, and my skin radiated a newfound glow. Akka also ensured my eyebrows were impeccably groomed. With this new skincare routine, I
felt rejuvenated and full of energy, and my hair started to flourish. Admittedly, the diet did come with some drawbacks; I lost a bit of weight, and facial hair significantly reduced. But as I
preferred a clean-shaven look, I found it to be an unexpected bonus. The changes took some time for me to fully notice, but I was grateful for Aditi akka's care and guidance.
As my nails continued to grow remarkably, I realized they had become quite long. In search of my nail cutter, I went to Aditi akka's room to see if she had it. She noticed my arrival and inquired,
"What do you want, di Divi?" I replied, "My nails have grown long akka, so I need to cut them." Curious, she asked me to show them to her, and upon inspecting, she acknowledged, "Oh, they have indeed
grown quite well."
To my surprise, she then asked, "Why do you want to cut them, sweetie?" I pondered for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She then gestured for me to sit down and took matters into her own hands.
Aditi akka began shaping my nails into an elegant oval form, not just for my hands but also for my toes. I was skeptical about using nail polish, but she assured me otherwise. With determination, she
opened a bottle and expertly applied a transparent liquid to my nails.
Protesting slightly, I murmured, "No nail polish, akka!" Nevertheless, she asked me to stay still, and after the application, the liquid dried into a glossy shine. Aditi akka explained that it would
make my nails stronger. I couldn't help but admire her attention to detail and her caring nature.
#457
aditi(Monday, 24 July 2023 13:45)
IG CELEBRITY-59
I said to Aditi akka, "Why spend so much time on my nails? I don't even care about them, akka!" She smiled and replied, "Sweetie, you're at home, right? Just like your skincare routine helps your
appearance, taking care of your nails will also enhance your overall look. Give it a try for some time, and if you don't like it, we can cut them. Plus, I put in a lot of effort today, so let's keep
it for a while."
I accepted her reasoning, knowing she had invested time and effort into it. I thought, why not, what harm could it do? Surprisingly, I started to pay more attention to my hands, handling things with
care and avoiding putting pressure on my newly styled nails. I even posted a photo of my nails on my social media account and asked for feedback. To my amazement, likes and comments poured in, with
people suggesting different styles and ideas. I never expected that people would notice and comment on such details.
As days passed, I received a mysterious message from someone, asking me to guess their identity. I'm terrible at guessing games, so I asked them to reveal their name. They insisted on keeping it a
secret but dropped some hints, claiming to have known me for a long time and being part of my family. However, I couldn't figure out who it might be. Being an only child with no parents and
disconnected from most of my relatives, I have been living independently in this city for several years. My grandparents live in a different country, and due to the pandemic, I haven't seen them in a
while. I was puzzled and couldn't pinpoint who this mystery person could be.
As the days passed, the mysterious person continued to message me, and my curiosity grew even more. Yet, amidst this intrigue, I couldn't help but be drawn to my glittering nails, frequently catching
my own gaze, unable to resist the captivating sparkle.
One day, I received a photo in the chat, and as I opened it, I was transported back to memories from a few years ago. It was a picture of Meera, my cousin sister's daughter and someone I had grown
very attached to. Meera was older than me and was studying in the 12th grade at that time, around five years ago when I had stayed with them for a while.
Meera was a true girly girl, with long, lustrous hair that she considered her most prized asset. Getting her ready for school was quite a task due to her hair, but she carried herself with grace and
beauty. She had a fair complexion and was around my height back then.
One morning, I playfully reminded Meera, "Hey Meera, it's getting late! Don't you want to go to school on time?" She replied, "Coming, Praba!" My sister couldn't resist teasing her, saying, "How many
times do I have to tell you to call him 'mama' [Mother's Brother]? You might end up marrying him, and you can't call him like that!" To which Meera replied, "Well, we'll see, Mom!"
I intervened, telling my sister not to force Meera. Then, teasingly, I said to Meera, "This is why I suggested you cut your hair, di! It would be much easier to maintain." But Meera remained firm,
saying, "You wouldn't understand the importance of hair, mama!" and playfully winked at me.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/d0/9a/82d09ade5221bf5d58f5288341e10a32.jpg
#458
aditi(Monday, 24 July 2023 13:47)
IG CELEBRITY-60
The photo I received from Meera was a nostalgic one. It captured a moment from about six years ago, back when I was in my 20s and used to go to the gym regularly, focusing on maintaining a great
physique. In the picture, Meera was wearing her hair in a double braid, her school uniform, and posing with me on a terrace. I had a well-maintained heavy beard and Mustache, wearing a tight t-shirt
that showcased my physique along with jeans. After receiving the nostalgic photo from Meera, memories flooded my mind, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I immediately called her, and with a
cheerful tone, I greeted, "Hi Meera! How have you been, di? And how did you manage to get my number?"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/d0/9a/82d09ade5221bf5d58f5288341e10a32.jpg
Meera replied, equally delighted, "Hi Prabha mama! I'm doing well. It took some effort to find your number, but I got it from your friend here." We engaged in a heartfelt conversation, catching up on
each other's lives. I asked about my sister and her husband, and we reminisced about the good old times we spent together.
During our chat, Meera shared exciting news, "Mama, I'm coming to your place for an interview! So, I thought of calling you, and we can finally meet! It's been over five years, I believe."
With enthusiasm, I replied, "Oh, Meera! That's wonderful news! It has indeed been far too long. Let's plan to meet at a coffee shop near my place."
Meera agreed, "Sounds great, mama! I'll be there this Friday evening. I'll call you before I head your way."
Filled with joy, I bid farewell to Meera and awaited our upcoming reunion. On the awaited Friday, she called, and we decided to meet at the coffee shop as planned. I couldn't contain my excitement,
and around the house, I felt like a restless cat, preparing for this long-awaited meeting.
Aditi akka noticed my restlessness and inquired, "Hey Divi! What's got you wandering around like this? You seem like a bundle of energy!"
Beaming with excitement, I shared the news with her, "Oh, I forgot to mention, akka! I'm meeting a relative today, and she's coming to our city. Meera, my cousin's daughter, is visiting after so many
years, and we're going to catch up at a coffee shop."
Aditi akka responded with a warm smile, "That's so sweet, di! I'm happy for you. It's been a while since you saw her, right?"
"Yes, akka," I replied, my heart fluttering with anticipation. The prospect of reuniting with Meera after such a long time brought joy and fond memories to my mind. I eagerly awaited her arrival,
ready to cherish the moment and make new memories together.
Excitedly, I shared my thoughts with Aditi akka, "Akka! I've been thinking of getting a gift for Meera since it's been such a long time since we met, and I want to make it special." She responded
with a sweet smile, "That's so thoughtful of you, sweetheart! What ideas do you have in mind?"
I hesitated and admitted, "Well, that's the tricky part! I'm not sure what to buy." After pondering for a moment, I requested, "Akka, would you please come with me and help me choose something
perfect? Your guidance would be invaluable." After considering it for a while, she finally agreed to accompany me.
#459
aditi(Monday, 24 July 2023 13:48)
IG CELEBRITY-61
With excitement, I asked Aditi akka to get ready, and I went to prepare myself too. After a refreshing shower, I wrapped a towel around my chest and another one on my hair, following the technique
Aditi akka taught me to dry my hair quickly. Once my hair was dry, I removed the towel and checked myself in the mirror. I was astonished at how much my appearance had changed. My face was
clean-shaven, without a trace of beard or mustache. My eyebrows were neatly groomed, and I had replaced the hoop earrings with simple studs. My body had become slim and hairless, and I felt more
energetic than before, but I couldn't help but miss my old muscular physique. I decided that I would work on getting it back later.
As I searched for something to wear, I realized that I should buy some new clothes for myself. I had been wearing Aditi's old dresses and the ones I bought with Abhi, which were more feminine. I
found a blue striped shirt that I had tried before but didn't fit then. To my surprise, it was a perfect fit now, and I rolled up the sleeves for a casual look. I also found a black pair of jeans,
but unfortunately, it was too loose for me. Feeling a bit frustrated, I stood there contemplating my options.
Just then, Aditi akka entered my room, calling out, "Are you ready di Divi?"
Meera looked stunning in her yellow full-sleeve round neck t-shirt paired with dark blue jeans that fit her perfectly. Her flowing hair and simple stud earrings added to her charm, while her white
sneakers matched her outfit flawlessly. As she saw me, she inquired, "What happened, di? Is everything alright?"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c1/49/2b/c1492bd0b6a8cbab935589c759407711.jpg
I admitted, "I couldn't find the right bottom to go with this shirt."
To my surprise, Meera found a black ankle-length leggings and insisted, "Try these, it will look great with the shirt. Don't worry; it won't look like regular leggings."
Reluctantly, I put them on, and much to my surprise, they fit perfectly and complemented the shirt well, covering some parts of my body. I decided to leave my hair as it was, planning to tuck it
inside the shirt to avoid drawing any extra attention.
Putting on a watch and black sneakers with white laces completed the outfit. I requested, "Akka, please don't put any makeup on me. I want to keep the look simple and not too girly."
We set out to buy a gift for Meera, and upon entering the shop, we explored various options. After careful consideration, we selected a meaningful gift and had it beautifully gift-wrapped. I also
picked up some luxurious chocolates for her. I have bought a cap and sunglasses along with it.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/21/e8/7a/21e87aa32e04d7f70146ce4e0c2f611f.jpg
At the counter, I suddenly realized I had forgotten my wallet. Panicked, I looked at Aditi akka, who assured me, "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll take care of it."
Heading to the coffee shop, we found a cozy spot, and Aditi akka laid out all the gifts on the table. As she offered to leave us alone for some private time, my phone rang—it was Meera. "Mama! Where
are you? I'm already at the coffee shop!"
Nervousness washed over me, and I clung to Aditi akka's hand, pleading, "Akka, please stay with me. I'm a bit anxious."
She gave me a reassuring smile and replied, "Of course, di. I'll be right here with you."
As Meera entered the coffee shop, excitement and apprehension mixed within me.
#460
Grammarly(Monday, 24 July 2023 14:13)
Aditi going sama
#461
Minal(Monday, 24 July 2023 14:32)
Aditi.. i just love it. i want to be in place of praba.. going through all these events..
#462
Minal(Monday, 24 July 2023 14:34)
anyone can reach me on insta.. @minalcrossy27
#463
Abeena(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 03:24)
Great continue Adithi.....
#464
Sravan(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 05:35)
Aditi your story is interesting continue more parts
#465
..(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 07:22)
Aditi super
#466
aditi(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 09:55)
IG CELEBRITY-62
Meera entered the shop, searching for me, and asked, "Where are you, Prabha Mama?" I called out to her, waving my hand, and she finally spotted me. With confusion in her eyes, she cut the call and
asked again, "Prabha Mama?"
I reassured her, "Yes, Meera, it's me."
Her face showed a mix of surprise and disbelief. I invited her to sit down, and she settled in next to me. Meera was wearing a simple yellow kurti with white accents and ¾th sleeves. Her
transformation was astonishing—she had grown more beautiful, with subtle makeup enhancing her lovely features. Her eyes were captivating, and I noticed how her long, thick hair fell gracefully in
front of her.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2e/74/ce/2e74ce45c6c9b2151b3e9f83b904f592.jpg
Both I and Aditi akka were awestruck by the sight of her magnificent hair. I had never paid much attention to it before, but now I understood why she cherished it so much.
Starting the conversation, Meera greeted me, "Hi Mama! Have you been waiting long?" I was speechless for a moment, but Aditi akka gently pressed my hand, prompting me to respond, "No, not long at
all! I'm great, di. How about you?"
Meera replied cheerfully, "I'm doing great too, Mama!" She noticed Aditi and I realized I hadn't introduced them yet. "Oh, I forgot to introduce. This is Aditi akk—I mean Aditi! She's the daughter of
my friend," I said.
Meera warmly introduced herself to Aditi, "Hi Aditi! I'm Meera!" Aditi smiled and complimented her, "Hi Meera akka! Your hair looks beautiful, akka!" Meera blushed and thanked her, creating a warm
and friendly atmosphere between all of us.
Aditi understood that Meera might be confused about why I wasn't alone, so she added, "I just came to this shop and noticed that Divya—Prabha is sitting here! So I came to inquire about him, and at
that time, you came exactly, akka! You can continue, akka! I will leave."
Meera replied, "Hey, it's okay dear! You can sit. We can also get introduced." I asked her, "How did the interview go, di? Did you get selected?" She replied, "I did well, Mama! Another round is
there, but it will be on Monday." I responded, "So you will be here until then? Where are you staying, Meera?" She said, "I am staying with my friend! I will leave based on Monday's result,
Mama."
We started discussing our family, and I asked her about my sister and her husband. After a few minutes, the waiter came to take our coffee order, and Aditi akka excused herself to go to the restroom.
Meera then asked me, "Why are you wearing the cap inside the shop, Mama?" I quickly replied that I had forgotten to remove it and took off the cap, revealing my hair, which was swiped back and hidden
inside my shirt. Though it was not obvious, it was still evident that I had grown out my hair.
She playfully remarked, "Mama! Seems like you have changed a lot! What happened to your favourite beard and Mustache?" I laughed to change the subject and replied, "Yeah, Meera! Thought of trying
something new, so I went for the clean-shaved look for some time." She smiled at my response and commented, "Yeah, I could see, Mama! Even your weight seems to have reduced!" I added, "Yeah, Meera!
Not voluntarily, though. Due to the pandemic, I was unable to go to the gym, so I gained some weight. Then, I started running and following a diet, which helped me lose the weight." She smiled back
and said, "It makes you look so young! I couldn't recognize you at first."
I returned the compliment and said, "Even I could say the same! You have changed as well! You seem to have grown in height, Meera! And your hair is so beautiful!" Meera smiled, appreciating the
compliment, and responded, "Thanks, Mama! Yeah, we used to be the same height, but now I have grown a little."
#467
aditi(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 09:57)
IG CELEBRITY-63
Meera was puzzled and said, "You used to tell me to cut my hair, and today you're complimenting it? What's the secret behind this change, Mama?"
I smiled and replied, "Well, luckily you haven't heard all my suggestions! Sometimes, opinions change, and I must say, your hair looks absolutely stunning now, Meera!"
Both of us burst into laughter, and the atmosphere lightened up. Aditi joined us, smiling, and motioned me to give the gift that I had forgotten. I handed over the gift and chocolates to Meera, who
looked pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "Thanks, Mama! When did you become so sweet? I appreciate the gifts!"
After enjoying our coffee, Meera and Aditi engaged in conversation, and Meera congratulated Aditi on moving to 11th standard. We chatted and laughed as we savored our coffee.
As the time to bid farewell approached, Meera informed me, "Mama, I have to leave. My friend will be waiting!"
I suggested, "Why don't we have dinner at a nearby restaurant before you leave?"
Meera politely declined, saying, "It's okay, Mama! I hope we will meet again soon."
She reached for her wallet, but I playfully scolded her, assuring her that I would take care of the bill since she was my guest. However, I suddenly realized that I didn't have my wallet with me.
Aditi akka came to the rescue, assuring me that she would handle the payment.
Afterwards, we started heading out, and it struck us that we hadn't taken any photos together. Aditi suggested taking a selfie to capture the memory of our reunion. She skillfully took out her phone,
and we posed together, Meera, Aditi, and I.
As we stood side by side for the photo, I couldn't help but notice the height difference between us. Aditi was the tallest, as I knew, but Meera was also a couple of inches shorter than her. Yet,
with the heels she was wearing, she stood nearly 20 or 25 cm above me. I was taken aback by how much she had grown since the last time we met.
Aditi happily clicked the photo, capturing the moment. As I glanced at the picture, I could see that Meera had grown into a graceful and beautiful young woman. Her hair, now more noticeable up close,
was indeed stunning, and I couldn't help but admire the person she had become.
As we waited for Meera's cab, we engaged in lively chitchat, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept by, snatching my cap away. I quickly bent down to retrieve it, but
my long hair escaped from under my t-shirt, cascading all over my face. Struggling to hold it together, I managed to secure my hair into a ponytail before putting the cap back on.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/cb/f7/eacbf72a1f41c7c9fdfb61568b28169f.jpg
When I turned around, I noticed Meera's mouth wide open in surprise. It seemed that she had caught a glimpse of my hair before her cab arrived. Without wasting any time, she hurriedly got into the
waiting cab.
Before she left, she kindly said, "Nice meeting you, Prabha! Your hair looks beautiful! Why do you hide it under that cap? Let your hair shine freely; it's too stunning to be hidden. Take care,
Prabha! I'll call you once I reach my destination."
I stood there, feeling both touched by her compliment and inspired by her words. After Meera's cab drove away, I reached out and held Aditi akka's hand. She looked at me with warmth and asked, "Shall
we head home, di?"
I nodded in agreement, and we made our way back home, enjoying the leisurely walk together. Once we arrived, a message came through on my phone, confirming Meera's safe arrival at her destination. I
couldn't help but smile, grateful for the memorable day we had spent together.
#468
Jhanvi(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 11:26)
Really nice parts Aditi, really enjoyed these stories.
#469
Harshika(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:17)
Aditi ka alawa baki writters bhi abhi story likho please
#470
Abeena(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:37)
Really good Aditi.....
#471
Aji(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:39)
Aditi please make Divya wear bra and panty. I am eagerly waiting for that part.... Please.... please...... write it fast... Aditi fan
#472
Gg(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:42)
Dancer What is the next story for next year?
#473
aditi(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 13:02)
IG CELEBRITY-64
The next morning, I greeted Meera with a message, and she replied promptly. We started chatting through messages and headed to Aditi akka's room, where she noticed me messaging away. "Good morning,
di Divi! Seems like someone's busy?" she remarked with a smile while putting on nail polish.
After completing her nails, she gestured for me to sit, and I complied. Aditi akka noticed my nails and suggested another coating, which she promptly applied to make them stronger. Meanwhile, Meera
asked, "Prabha, are you free tomorrow? We are going to the movies. Maybe you can join us!"
Turning to Aditi akka, I inquired, "Akka, Meera is asking if I can join her for a movie tomorrow." She replied playfully, "Oh, super, di! You can go, sweetie! Hope this time you don't need me,"
winking at me. I smiled and replied to Meera, confirming that I would be coming. However, when I checked my account, I realized I had no money.
I told Akka, "Akka, I don't have any money in my account. What should I do?" She replied, "I don't have much money either, sweetie. You can ask Mom!" Once Akka finished my nails, I pondered how to
ask Auntie for help. Although they had already helped me a lot, I didn't have any other options.
With Auntie often coming home late from the office, we hadn't been able to meet her much lately. That evening, we waited for her to return home. As always, she arrived late, scrolling through her
phone in her room.
I knocked on her door and asked, "Auntie, may I come in?" Surprised to see me at that time, she welcomed me with affection. I entered wearing pink pyjamas and a headband to keep my hair in place
after applying facial cream recommended by Akka.
"Waiting for you, Auntie, since I haven't seen you in days," I said. She moved closer and hugged me, expressing how much she missed us. Auntie mentioned her workload being more substantial lately and
then asked how I was doing.
"I am fine, Auntie," I replied. She noticed my glowing face and inquired about it, as well as my weight loss. I explained, "Yes, Auntie! I am eating more than usual. Aditi akka suggested a diet and
cream for my face, making my skin glow."
Then I realized that I had accidentally called Aditi 'akka' in front of Auntie. She noticed the slip and probably pondered how Dharshu auntie, who was once nearly my girlfriend, was now being called
"auntie" by me, and her daughter 'Aditi akka,' who was much younger than me, was being called 'akka' by me. She asked, "Aditi akka?"
Realizing the mistake, I bit my lip. But she smiled and reassured me, saying, "Eat more! And look at your hair! How many times do I have to tell you to take care of it, sweetie?" She asked me to sit
on the floor as she proceeded to take the band off my hair.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cd/28/64/cd2864d9b0d2f2a630f5b6f0dbfda409.jpg
Applying oil and gently combing my hair, Auntie detangled the knots. It was a bit painful, and I couldn't help exclaiming, "OUCH." I hesitated and then addressed her as "Auntie." She replied warmly,
"Yeah, sweetie," and I spoke again in a softer tone, saying "Auntie." Curious, she asked, "Yeah, Divya ma! Tell me, what is it?"
Feeling a bit nervous, I uttered, "I have to ask you something, Auntie. Please don't get angry."
#474
aditi(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 13:04)
IG CELEBRITY-65
Dharshu auntie asked me, "What is it, sweetie?" I told her, "Auntie! One of my relatives came to our city, and I have to go and visit her!" She wondered why I was asking for permission, and she
replied, "You can go and visit anyone, Divya ma! Why are you asking me?" I explained, "Not that Auntie! She asked me whether I can join her for a movie with her friends. I am planning to go to that
movie tomorrow."
She still seemed curious about what I was asking for, so I added, "But I don't have any money in my account, Auntie! So, could you please lend me some money? I will give it back to you once I get
another project." I felt a bit embarrassed, as it was the first time since college that I had to ask someone for money like a kid. However, Auntie laughed and reassured me, "Oh sweetie! That's it! I
was afraid you were going to say something serious! No worries, once we comb your messy hair, I'll give you the money."
I was so happy, and Auntie proceeded to divide my hair into two sections right down the middle of my head, creating a left section and a right section. She clipped or tied one side of my hair out of
the way to work on one side at a time. She began by taking a small section of hair near my forehead and divided it into three equal parts. With each new cross-over, she added a small section of hair
from the unbraided hair next to the strand she was crossing over. She continued this process as she braided down towards the nape of my neck, ensuring both sides were even. Once the braids were
complete, she gently tugged on the edges to make them appear fuller and more voluminous.
After finishing the braids, she asked me to stand up. She got her wallet and gave me two 500 Rupees notes, asking, "Is this enough, sweetie?" I never imagined I'd be so grateful for 1000 Rupees from
someone, but I was touched that she was willing to help without any hesitation. I thanked her and hugged her, giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and said, "If you want anything, you come and
ask me, okay!" I nodded and smiled, and she added, "Now go to sleep! Look at the time! Take care of your health and hair!" I laughed and ran to my room, feeling a bit like a child.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/ed/cf/6eedcf59a3ea500f67ec89d2b9a5fdc2.jpg
Upon entering my room, I went to my vanity chair to put the money in my wallet. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed my hair was double braided, and I looked like a small girl. I went to
bed and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and went out to get some toothpaste since I had run out. Aditi akka noticed me and called me over, surprised to see my hair in double French braids. "Who did this, di
sweetie?" she asked. I realized she was referring to the braid, and I replied, "Auntie did it, akka!" She shared that she used to get this kind of pampering when she was a kid, and now I was
experiencing the same. I smiled and went to brush my teeth, getting ready for the big day ahead.
#475
Srs(Tuesday, 25 July 2023 15:33)
Adthi ur story is really good �, but try to make forced concept like constantly saying aunty or alka is not interesting make him forced to say. Add more ear pricing and nose pricing
#476
VASANTHA(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 00:21)
Aditi your story very super �
#477
Abeena(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 03:24)
Continue... Continue.......
#478
Aji(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 03:25)
Aditi.... Aditi......aditi.....aditi......
#479
Prasanna(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 05:46)
Aditi waiting for your story
#480
Jhanvi(Wednesday, 26 July 2023)
Aditi your story is simply amazing
#481
aditi(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:49)
IG CELEBRITY-66
On that afternoon, Meera had booked tickets for a movie, and I needed to reach the mall before the show. Since the movie mall was a bit distant from my area, I had to start early. After having
breakfast, I took a bath and got ready for the movie. As I searched through my cabinet for something to wear, I found two shirts, but they were so baggy that they practically hid me. The other tops
and dresses were too feminine for my liking. I decided to go with a simple t-shirt and jeans instead.
I opted for a yellow crop-top sweater, thinking it would be suitable for the climate, and paired it with a blue hip-rise jeans adorned with three buttons and a faded design. To hold the pants in
place, I wore a brown belt. The long-sleeved top reached my palms, and I completed the outfit with white sneakers. Wanting to maintain a more masculine appearance, I combed my hair and put it in a
low ponytail. I sought Aditi akka's opinion on my look, asking, "Akka! What do you think?" She sweetly replied, "Looking cute, di chellam! Enjoy the day! Did you get the money from Mom?" I confirmed
that I had the money and informed her that I would manage by cab, not wanting to inconvenience her. With that, I left the house.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/40/75/2d/40752dcebf3e5e0cbd89b2cf36b399d8.jpg
I checked for a cab, but unfortunately, I couldn't find one nearby. So, I decided to take the bus instead. The nearest bus stop was within walking distance from home, so I made my way there. As I
reached the bus stop, I noticed two people already waiting. I approached an elderly lady, around 70 years old, and asked, "Grandma! I am new to this area. Could you please let me know which bus will
go to M mall?" She kindly turned around and replied, "I am also waiting for that bus, kutty! I will let you know once it comes." I thanked her and took a seat on the bench while messaging Meera to
inquire if she was ready. She mentioned she would be at the mall in half an hour, and I patiently waited for the bus to arrive.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/86/7f/de/867fdedf81c31c160714c3ef298ddc92.jpg
After five minutes, a group of four boys came to the bus stop. It was evident that they were school students, dressed fashionably, and engaging in their conversation. One of the boys, named Rahul,
was expressing his reluctance to take the bus, wishing they had opted for a bike instead. Another boy, Akash, explained that his bike was under repair, and taking the bus could also be fun since
there might be girls onboard.
At first, the boys hadn't noticed me, but then one of them started staring at me intently. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as he seemed fixated on me. Eventually, I noticed his continuous
glances and wondered why he was behaving that way. He motioned to his friend, asking him to look without being obvious. The friend turned around a few seconds later and also began observing me every
now and then. The situation made me feel uneasy.
Finally, the bus arrived, bringing relief to the situation. Grandma confirmed that it was our bus. The boys hurriedly got on, and I offered to help Grandma with her suitcase. To my surprise, it was
heavier than I anticipated, and I struggled to lift it. Suddenly, another hand appeared, and someone else helped me lift the baggage and put it inside the bus.
#482
aditi(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:50)
IG CELEBRITY-67
As I stood there, feeling a bit inadequate for not being able to lift the baggage myself, the guy from the gang, who stood around 6ft tall and looked quite fit, effortlessly lifted the heavy bag and
placed it inside the bus. Despite my initial embarrassment, I mustered a grateful smile and stepped onto the bus. I noticed the other boys exchanging glances, seemingly amused by the situation.
Inside the bus, no seats were available, and the two guys who were part of the gang had already secured seats. The helpful guy who assisted me earlier, along with the other gang members, were
standing and holding onto the overhead bar with ease. I, on the other hand, struggled to reach the bar and ended up leaning against the side bar for support while texting Meera to let her know that I
had started my journey.
As the bus picked up speed, the sudden brakes forced me to lift my hand to grab the overhead bar. Meanwhile, the other two guys who had earlier shown interest in me had also found seats, leaving me
without one. I continued trying to hold onto the bar, but each time I did, my top would ride up, inadvertently revealing my waist and navel. It was a bit embarrassing, and I attempted to use one hand
to hold my top down while gripping the bar with the other.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3b/aa/95/3baa95e2934e936449163ca52ec8987a.jpg
A few minutes later, the same guy who had helped me with the baggage called me over and kindly insisted that I take seat of him. I hesitated but eventually accepted his offer, grateful for his
understanding and thoughtfulness. As I sat down, I couldn't help but be impressed by his presence of mind and consideration for others.
After a few more stops, the guy sitting next to me got off the bus, and I invited the tall guy, Rahul, who had helped me earlier, to sit beside me. He obliged, and I thanked him once more for his
assistance. He explained that having a siblings made him familiar with the challenges of crowded public transportation, which I found surprising but heartwarming.
Our conversation continued, and Rahul introduced himself formally. I reciprocated, realizing that I hadn't shared my full name earlier. As we chatted, he curiously asked which school I attended,
prompting me to chuckle. I clarified that I wasn't going to any school, which surprised him.
Rahul then inquired about our destinations, and to my surprise, we were both heading to the same mall. After a while, he hesitantly asked for my number, but sensing my hesitation, he suggested my IG
account instead. I obliged, and he scrolled through my profile, expressing astonishment at the number of followers I had. He immediately followed me and complimented me on my looks, saying, "I
thought you would have more followers because you're so pretty! So, you should have a lot more!"
His candid admiration took me aback, and I thanked him sincerely, appreciating the unexpected compliment. Soon, we arrived at our stop, and together we exited the bus, ready to enter the mall.
#483
aditi(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:51)
IG CELEBRITY-68
I entered the mall and called Meera to inquire about her location. She informed me that she was waiting in the lobby. Spotting her, I approached, admiring her beautiful floral yellow top with grey
accents and her long braided hair cascading down to her thighs. She wore elegant jhumkas and a necklace, making her look stunning. I couldn't resist complimenting her, "You look beautiful, Meera!"
She graciously replied, "Thanks! You look beautiful too, Prabha! You decided to let your hair down, it seems." I smiled at her observation, pleased with the compliment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/54/32/a5/5432a563bf5d00aea961f57a8c19cd44.jpg
Her friend, Sangeetha, who was around her height, looked modern and stylish in a white top rolled up to her arms, ankle-length blue jeans, and sneakers. She whispered to Meera, "I thought your mama
is coming! Who is this kid, di?" Meera hushed her, and then introduced her as Sangeetha.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/82/88/4c/82884c8ddb3cf1994774779072ac692f.jpg
As we waited, their friend, Rohit, entered the scene. He was tall, muscular, and had a well-groomed beard and mustache, giving him the appearance of a model. Wearing a grey shirt and pants, he
greeted everyone warmly. I introduced myself as Praba, feeling like a kid compared to his towering presence.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/74/5a/4d/745a4d8d0971ebb15820cc32e0f67041.jpg
Once the introductions were done, we proceeded towards the movie theater. I hadn't expected to see a guy with them, but it seemed like they were all close friends. We settled into our seats, with
Meera sitting beside me and Rohit and Sangeetha beside them.
During the interval, Meera said she'd use the restroom, and Rohit and Sangeetha went to buy some snacks. I stayed back, fixing my ponytail that had come loose. Unfortunately, while doing so, my top
rode up, revealing my navel again. Feeling a bit anxious, I tried to adjust it discreetly.
Suddenly, someone held my hand, and I was startled to see Swetha akka! She exclaimed, "Hi di, Divya ma! What are you doing here?" Fear gripped me as I worried about the consequences if Swetha and
Meera were to meet and discover my deception. I began to sweat, and in a low voice, I nervously replied, "Hi Swetha akka! I came to see the movie akka! How are you?"
#484
aditi(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:52)
IG CELEBRITY-69
"Aditi came with you? Where is she?" Swetha akka asked. I quickly replied, "No akka! I came with another relative! Aditi akka said she will not be able to come." Swetha responded, "Yeah, she told me
the same! What were you doing, sweetie?" I explained that I was trying to adjust my ponytail. Concerned, she asked me to come to the side, and she started fixing my hair. Instead of the low ponytail
I had, she put it in a high ponytail. Meanwhile, I noticed that Meera's friend had bought the popcorn and was heading back.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/5f/df/4f5fdf429d4df7aadeeaa581740a9bba.jpg
My panic increased, and I turned to Swetha akka's side. She adjusted my top and advised me to be careful in public. But my fear intensified when I saw Meera coming out of the bathroom, calling my
name and my phone ringing. Swetha asked if my relatives would drop me off or if I wanted to join them after the movie. Still anxious, I told her, "No akka! I will go somewhere else with them! You can
go!" She asked why I was in such a hurry and if I didn't want her to meet my relatives. My fear multiplied, realizing I was caught, and my true identity might be exposed. I worried about the
consequences, with Meera likely revealing the truth to our relatives, and Swetha having a police father. I didn't know how I would manage this situation and its impact on everyone.
Meera called again, and she seemed to be coming in my direction. Swetha's friend called her at that moment, and she said, "Okay sweetie! I will come to your home later! Tata!" Then she left, and my
heart rate finally normalized. Meera patted my shoulder, and I turned back, pretending nothing happened. She asked me, "Why are you not answering the call, Prabha?" I quickly replied, "Oh, sorry
Meera, I didn't notice my phone ringing." Meera's friend joined us, and Sangeetha offered me popcorn, saying, "Have it, kutty!" I took it, and we resumed watching the remaining movie.
After the movie, we decided to have dinner at chicken place. We placed our orders and sat down to chat. They were surprised to find out that I was a freelancer and older than them. Everyone
introduced themselves, and it turned out that they all had good jobs. When the food was ready, I offered to pick it up.
#485
aditi(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:53)
IG CELEBRITY-70
As I was leaving, I could hear them asking Meera whether I was telling the truth or not. Then I went to pick up the order, and there were so many items on the plate. I paid 950 rupees for the food,
leaving me with only 50 rupees for the bus fare and not enough for a cab. As I was struggling to lift the plate, I heard another voice saying, "Do you need help, Divya?" I turned to see that it was
Rahul, and I laughed, saying I could manage. He replied, "You seem to have come with your elder sister and her friend, it seems?" I didn't know how to respond, so I simply said, "No, it's not my
sister. I need to leave now. Bye." He smiled back and said he would message me on IG, asking me to reply. I smiled in response, then I went back to the table, realizing the plate was heavier than
expected.
We started having our food and finished eating while Meera's friend left to wash her hands and use the restroom. It was just Meera and me sitting alone at the table. Meera started talking, "Compared
to your morning hairstyle, this one suits you better, da Prabha!" I touched my hair and realized it was in a high ponytail, which I hadn't noticed before due to my fear. I replied, "Thanks!" She
continued, "You used to tell me to cut my hair, and now you're growing yours! It's ironic!" We both laughed, and I told her I never thought I would grow my hair like this. She added, "Maybe now you
understand how much effort it takes to take care of hair and how beautiful it can make us look." I simply smiled in agreement.
Meera then said, "Prabha, even when you came to our house during my schooling, you seemed distant and rugged, and you didn't talk much. But now, you look so soft, and I feel comfortable around you,
da!" I noticed she was no longer calling me "mama" and referred to me as her friend using "da." I replied, "I'm happy to know that, Meera! I also feel comfortable talking to you." She added, "You
also look so young and cute now, da! Even my friends don't seem to realize that you are older than us. So I told them you are around our age." We both laughed, and she playfully pinched my
cheeks.
Soon, their friends returned, and we prepared to leave. Rohit went to get his car. As they bid us goodbye, they asked if they could drop me home, but I declined, mentioning that my home was in the
opposite direction of their area. It was getting dark, and as I waited at the nearby bus stop, I started feeling afraid, although I couldn't understand why. Just then, I received a call from Aditi
akka, inquiring about my whereabouts. To my unease, a drunk man was standing nearby. I was unsure of what to do when, at that very moment, Rahul and his gang appeared. They asked, "Hey Divya, what
are you still doing here? It's getting late. Didn't your relatives or friends drop you off?" Strangely, seeing Rahul made me feel more at ease, and I replied, "They went home already, but I can
manage to go home on my own!" In a playful manner, I emphasized my small biceps, and we both laughed as we waited for the bus.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/31/d4/4f31d4835268563471b86c233da1fc37.jpg
#486
Neethu(Wednesday, 26 July 2023 20:46)
Great story di, Aditi... Please continue di....
#487
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:11)
My real story starts when I was a 29 years old man. My life was no different from any other young man working for an MNC in a cosmopolitan city that is Pune. Back then, I used to live on rent in a
duplex bungalow in Hadapsar. It was a shared arrangement where I lived on the first floor whereas the owner, my land lady, Mrs Sanchita Gadkari used to live on the ground floor. She was a widow and
was only 28 years old at that time. She also had a baby girl named Ananya who was not even an year old. It was a nice arrangement as my rent supplemented their income (or at least that’s what I
thought), and I would get a place to stay and eat dinner with them every night. Being of similar age, Mrs. Gadkari and I were quite open with each other, and used to have frank conversations. Mrs.
Gadkari was a beautiful woman who though a widow, would always wear colorful sarees. Needless to say, I had a little spark in my heart for her. But I never expressed or even desired to express that
to her. My reasons were a little complex that involved a mix for a respect for a woman, and my desire to keep my privacy. I was a lean fellow and liked my hair long, they came till my back and I
always kept it in a man bun. I assume that you got the idea for my reason by now.
THE OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS
It was one fateful day when I got a call from Mrs Gadkari informing me that she had to go to a seminar and will be back on Monday afternoon. Since that day was Friday, it meant that she would be gone
for the whole weekend. This was the first opportunity after I started living here when I would have the whole place for myself for such a long time. “Privacy at last!”, I thought to myself. That
night, I ate my dinner which Mrs Gadkari had gracefully left for me, and as I was about to go to my room, I noticed that Mrs Gadkari’s room was ajar. I went to close it but when I saw that her
wardrobe was also open, I couldn’t keep myself from having a look inside. How could I?
The wardrobe was full of different types of sarees petticoat and matching blouse. In one of the drawer were Ananya’s clothes and in other were Mrs Gadkari’s inner garments. My cross dressing feeling
which I had suppressed for months now came out and I had to try on those delicacies’. I wanted to feel the fabric of everything present over there, her sarees, her blouses and even her bras and
panties. Her bras were mostly maternity bra which are also called nursing bras, I could not take my hands of them, in fact any of them. After admiring her clothes for a while I just decided that I
want to wear them and to feed to my desire, I undressed myself and tried on one of her blouse for size. Except for the bra cups, it fit me like a glove as if it was stitched for me only. But when I
wore it, my hands did not match the feminity of the blouse. My hands looked hairy in the blouse so I had to do something about my body hair.
Mrs Gadkari was not coming before Monday so I had a full weekend to feed my own feeling. So to be ready for the next day, I dressed up in my clothes and shut Mrs Gadkari’s room’s door and went to my
room and opened my laptop. I wanted to know how could I look more like a woman and how I could carry it. I watched many YouTube links for tips to wear saree, tips for how to look and feel good while
cross dressing. While going through these sites I did not know when I went to sleep.WOMAN IN THE MIRROR
The next morning I got up afresh. I cleaned up and went to the nearby mall. I had made a list of what things I will need and accordingly I bought everything. If I was going to wear those clothes, I
wanted to look the part. When I reached home, I applied hair removal cream to my whole body after testing it. Then I closely shaved my stubble which was not much; my facial hair were so light, I
never had a five o clock shadow to begin with. After shaving I had a long bath under the shower. As the cream washed out so were my body hair. I came out of the bath and dried myself. To get rid of
the irritation
#488
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:14)
I applied baby oil to the whole body which gave me a shiny look. Naked I went downstairs with the things required for my dress up and into Mrs Gadkari’s room and opened her cupboard. I removed a bra
and a panty from her drawer and also a white saree with blue abstract design. A matching blue blouse with white petticoat. The bra was a non-padded non-wired nursing bra (yes I had studied in great
detail everything I was going to do and wear) I wore it but had some problems hooking it on the back but after a few attempts I did it. Then I kept in both the cups water filled balloons and adjusted
the bra accordingly. The knots of balloons were a little big which gave the illusion of nipples. [LINK: How to create breastforms at home] Then I wore panties, while pulling the panties up over my
hairless legs, it gave me a pleasant sensation and I had a bulge due to that. I adjusted my lady bulge between my legs and covered it with my panties. As a man, I was usually frustrated of my large
behind due to which I had problem getting good pants of my size, but today that full round behind of mine had given me a perfect curve needed for what I was about to do. I tied the petticoat below my
navel, it fit my curves well. I took the blouse and wore it adjusting my breast (my breast! How exciting) in the cups and clipping on the hooks. Now the blouse looked like it was worn by a woman. Now
it was time for the saree. I opened the saved file on my laptop and started to wear the saree as instructed, after a few attempts I was able to wear the saree properly.
I looked in the vanity mirror. I released my man bun and styled my hair in a feminine way and was mesmerized by what I saw, I saw a woman looking back at me but there was still something amiss. When
I looked at the dressing table, I found Mrs Gadkari’s jewellery box. I took out a pair of matching earrings and a necklace from the box. As I was from a Maharashtrian Brahmin family, my ears were
pierced in the childhood which were really helpful today. I wore the dangling earrings in both my ears and the necklace also. I had never seen a woman more attractive than the one I could see in the
mirror now. I instantly fell in love with her.
#489
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:17)
THE WOMAN OF THE HOUSE
For the whole day I was in that attire dressed like that way and behaving like a young woman that I was. I even dared to take food parcel from the delivery guy dressed like the woman I was that
day.
The next day I wore fresh clothes, an old house hold saree. I washed the clothes I had worn yesterday acting as a housemaid and did all the household chores like that. I was in heaven.
That night I just went to my room to sleep. As Mrs Gadkari was coming back in the afternoon the following day, I had planned to sleep in the saree I was wearing, and then keep everything I wore back
to the places I had found early in the morning.
CONFRONTATION
In the morning I got up, freshened up and went down adjusting my hair and saree thinking about the weekend that went by. But as soon as I got down, I heard Mrs Gadkari saying, “Oh my god.”
I screamed, “Mrs Gadkari?”
“Ajay? Is that you?” Mrs Gadkari asked.
I was so shocked and embarrassed, my mouth was wide open and I couldn’t utter a word. We just stared at each other speechlessly for a time that seemed like an eternity.
After getting some control over myself I said. “Mrs Gadkari, let me put Ananya in her room first. Then, I can explain everything to you.” Saying those words took a lot of courage when I was in that
situation.
It must have been the longest minute of my life and I quietly walked back to the living room. Mrs Gadkari was sitting on the couch and she took a good look at me as I stood in front of her.
“I am sorry, Mrs Gadkari. I didn’t mean to insult you like this,” I said. “I think I should leave now.”
“So, when did all this start?” She asked calmly.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“I mean, this, when did you start cross dressing?” She said.
“Cross-dressing” I was startled to hear her say that word. It is not something that a common man or a woman knows. But may be she must have read it in newspaper. I was too afraid to even broach that
subject.
“I … I started when I was in college. We had a gathering in our college and we had to perform a skit. As it was an all-boys college, no body was willing to become the heroine so I took it up and
became the heroine. But the clothes, the feel and the touch of it, I liked it so much that I got hooked and never stopped.” I said.
“So, that explains the man bun and clean shave every day.” she said.
“I am sorry, Mrs Gadkari. I don’t know what to say. If you don’t want to see me again. I can understand. But I want you to know that I have always thought of you as my best friend, and I really hate
myself right now for ruining our relationship.” I said with tears. It was a strange situation for me. I was able to express my thoughts to her because she had been a friend of mine for sometime.
Someone I could talk to. But that day, it felt like the end of the friendship that we had. Though I was wearing a saree in that moment, I had nothing more precious to loose. So, I was able to pour my
heart out to her.
“Don’t be silly, Ajay.”, she said while looking at me. She looked really calm at that point. I was puzzled as well as a little relieved at her response.
She came closer to me, and grabbed the hanging end of my saree (pallu) in her hands and said, “You draped this saree really well. Have you been practicing saree wearing for long?”
I somehow managed to look into her eyes and said, “No, this was the first time. I learnt it from youtube videos.”
“So, you are a quick learner. Ha ha”, she chuckled as she started noticing everything I had done to be a woman.
“I had a hunch about you being a cross-dresser since the first day I saw you. Your long hair, your man bun and your habit of keeping your face clean shaved all the time.”, she said as she gently
moved her hands over my face and moved my hair aside that was falling over my face.
“You know, Ajay. You are really a gentleman. You had been living with me for a few months now, but you never took advantage of me being along with a baby, but instead you used to help me i
#490
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:19)
but instead you used to help me in everything around the house for which I was really grateful and I started longing for you more. When I saw you wearing my clothes, at first I was angry for you
invading my privacy. But I am also pleased that now I have my chance to express my love to you. Yes Ajay I love you. I always thought of you as my best friend too. That’s why we have no problem
talking to each other. What surprised me was it took me all these days to finally see you like this. I must say, Ajay, you make a very attractive girl.”, she smiled at me.
“So, you mean you don’t hate me?” I asked with my tears stilling rushing out of my eyes.
“Of course not, silly. Cross-dressing is not a sin. And I understand that. Let’s just say that I have some personal experiences in that regard. I’m really glad this happened. Now, there’s no secret
between us anymore.”, she said and with a brief pause and love-filled eyes she continued, “Ajay, I know you will find this a little strange in this situation. But let’s just say that I have started
to like you. My question for you is: Can you accept me, a widow, as your wife?”
That was indeed a strange question to ask given the situation I was in. This was a strange turn of events for me. More than that, what kind of personal experience she had about cross-dressing? Was
her late husband a cross-dresser? Or maybe someone in her family? Though those questions came to my mind, I was too relieved at the moment to be bothered by those puzzling questions.
Here I was standing in-front of a beautiful woman I was secretly in love with. I would never have thought of proposing her ever. But here she was proposing to me instead. The fact that I was dressed
like a woman and wearing a saree made that proposal a little bit embarrassing for me. She might have forgiven me for now, but would she accept the woman I had inside me.
“Mrs Gadkari, you have seen me as a woman now. But before I give you my answer, can you tell me if you are going to be ok with seeing me, a man as a woman in house everyday?”, I asked.
“Come on, Do I look like I’m such a close minded person? I saw you with Ananya earlier, I know you love her very much, and I know you would be a great father for her. And from now on, please call me
Sanchita. I don’t want to be called Mrs. Gadkari ever again.”, she said.
“Yes, Mrs. Gadkari … I mean Sanchita.”, I fumbled as I wiped my tears.
“Look, Ajay. I don’t want you to accept me as a wife just because I caught you dressing up as a woman. I don’t want you to feel that you have to accept me because I know your secret. Your secret is
safe with me. If you are ok, we could live in a live-in relationship for the next few days, and you can make a decision afterwards.”, she said looking into my eyes holding my hands closer to her full
bosom. It seemed like her eyes were waiting for an answer, and I nodded in yes. Honestly, I felt like blushing and I wanted to hide my face with my saree. It was really strange that I was proposed by
a woman, and I was the one who felt and blushed like a woman.
#491
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:21)
That’s my girl. Thank you, Ajay.”, Sanchita said and hugged me. For the first time, I felt the warmth of her soft embrace.
“So, Jaya …”, Sanchita said with a teasing smile, “From now on, Jaya is going to be your name. So please start with the cleaning-up of our house because you are more appropriately dressed in your
daily-use saree to do the housework. I am going to feed Ananya and prepare my room so that we all can live together there from tomorrow!”
“I will gladly start to work, Sanchita.”, I said with a smile.
I had to take a casual leave from my office that day. I was really excited to start living with Sanchita. In that excitement, I could not even sleep well that night. But how could a woman like
Sanchita accept me in her life so easily? What was the catch? How did she know about cross-dressing? Those were the questions, I should have asked her. But when you are about to get your dream
fulfilled, why bother ruining it? Probably, thinking like that was a mistake.
BLOSSOMING
The next day, when I woke up, it was a pleasant feeling to feel the softness of the nightie that I had worn at night. It’s soft material slipped over my hairless body. I didn’t want to let go of that
feeling. But I had to change. I had to change back to being a man so that I could go to my office and work. I did not want to go but I knew that I need to be a bread winner for my new family.
My day at office went as usual business, but inside my heart, I was restless to go back to a place I could call my home, where I could go back to being a woman. The luck seemed to be on my side.
Could this all be too good to be true? I didn’t care because I could now spend my time as a woman with another woman whom I loved.
As soon as I got home, Sanchita came rushing to close the door. “I have a surprise for you.”, she said as she hugged me tightly, “Go and check it in our room.” She smiled and pointed me towards her
room which was now going to be our room.
But when I got there, there was nothing to surprise me. I gave her a puzzling look. She said, “First, go and freshen up. I will have the surprise ready in a minute.”
I did what I was told. When I came out, on the bed I found a set of hosiery bra and panty with a slip and a printed blue salwaar kameez. The packet also consisted of matching earrings and makeup. My
excitement showed no bounds looking at all those things that were chosen specifically for me.
“I went shopping today to get a new set of bra and panties for you. You don’t need to wear boring nursing bras sweetheart.”, she looked at me with tilted head flicking her long hair.
“Thank you, Sanchita.”, I felt emotional as I said this to her. “Now, don’t be too emotional. It’s time for Jaya to get ready!”
As Sanchita was about to leave the room, I stopped her and said, “Aren’t you going to help me get ready?”
“I am going for a moment to feed Ananya dear. It’s her dinner time.”, she said pointing towards her blouse that covered her full soft chest, “Besides, you need to learn to dress up on your own.” She
said and left me alone in that room.
#492
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:24)
Left alone, I noticed that Sanchita had also managed to find breast forms as well for me! I slowly slipped my arms through the bra straps and easily hooked it in back. I was now an expert with lots
of practice! I made some small adjustments so the bra felt comfy as I inserted breast forms in “my bra”. I had learned that a good fitting bra is a bra you don’t realize you were wearing. I disagree.
I definitely wanted to feel the bra on me and took it as a reminder of my hidden femininity. The bra fit well like a nice hug. The matching panty was no less exciting. It too fit perfectly hugging my
bottom and hips. I looked in a full length mirror that was in the corner of the room. I took some extra time to admire my new form. It looked like I had breasts as I ran my hands over my hips,
turning around and looking at myself from every possible angle. From every view, I looked perfect.
I looked like a young woman in her undergarments admiring her young slender figure. I opened the dress. First I wore the slip. The slip fit me like a glove supporting my breasts and pushing out
perfectly, then I wore the elegant salwar kameez. The kameez (top) hugged my figure while accentuating my curves. I stood up and sashayed I stood up and sashayed around the room using my best
feminine walk. I walked to the vanity table. The feeling of the dress against my legs and seeing how my enhanced breasts jiggled in my bra was beyond a dream. My bra was pushing out the front of my
dress, giving me a very convincing bust line. I was proud and ashamed at the same time I had gone this far and it made sense to wear a little make up, after all…a girl always wants to look her
prettiest!
I sat down at her vanity, crossing my legs, and sitting up in a girly manner, turning on her makeup mirror to assess what I had to work with. With expert hands, I applied foundation. Carefully
spreading it around, working it into my skin so it hid my blemishes. I tweezed my eyebrows a little, but not too much, just enough to get a little of that arch effect that so many beautiful models
have today. Next I used eye liner, just a little to set off my eyes a bit. Then my favourite part… I applied my mascara. Thick, dark, long lashes! Was I born with it or was it Maybelline? *giggle*
finally using some blusher on my cheeks to make them look nice and bright. And to complete my look I placed a red bindi on my forehead as I was going for a married house wife look, I was able to find
some glossy lipstick matching the dress I was wearing.
I brushed my long black locks and pulled my hair back on one side. I looked so good, no one would ever recognize me. There was a big smile on my face when Sanchita entered the room.
#493
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:26)
“A nice girl should never forget her dupatta. “, she said and placed a light feather like dupatta over my arms. Since I wore a sleeveless kameez, the feel of dupatta on my skin was amazing. I blushed
as she looked at me intently. Getting over my hesitation and with a big smile, I came out of the room with her expecting to go into the kitchen and help her with the cooking. But she had completely
different plan set out for me.
Sanchita gave me a purse, put it on my shoulders, and said, “Jaya, you are not only a woman of the house, but you have a dual role as a man too. Now, please go to the nearby shop and buy the
vegetables from this list.” She handed me a list of things to purchase and some carry bags.
“But Sanchita, I have never ever done that.”, I was so afraid to go out as a woman that my voice cracked.
“Never purchased vegetables?”, she said almost ignoring what I said. “No … I mean never gone out as a woman.”, I said.
“There is always a first time, Jaya. Now, be a man, and get me those things. I need those things to cook dinner tonight.”, she insisted.
I was frightened to my wits, though I had cross dressed many times, I had never gone out dressed alone and now I had to go out in a simple yet attractive salwar kameez and also buy vegetables. I
pleaded with Sanchita to not to send me out like that but the plea was falling on deaf ears. She was not ready to listen at all.
I don’t remember how long I argued with her, but in the end, I agreed to her demand. I came out terrified, an emotional mess, as I walked slowly for the fear of being recognized. But Sanchita assured
me that there was a little chance of somebody recognising me as I looked like a natural. While I may have dreamed about going out in public as a girl, but this was too soon that too without any
practice.
I was not able to comprehend as to what to do. I started walking but during that 5 minutes’ walk from the house till the shop, it was like 5 hrs. I was convinced that every person was staring at me
and laughing at my predicament after all I was a man looking like a girl. But when I looked up I saw no one looking at me and everybody was busy with their own work. It was just my imagination. I
became little confident that nobody could see through my disguise. The only incident that happened with me was that the vegetable seller had a little suspicion when I tried to mimic a girlie voice
while making the payment. But pretty soon, he got occupied dealing with other lady customers at his shop. Those ladies shoved at me and pushed me aside as I was picking up my bag of vegetables. But
instead of being angry at them I was elated that I was being treated like a fellow woman like them. From there, I carefully walked back home while carrying bags with my one hand and managing my
dupatta with another which would slip and spread over my arm from time to time. I realized that I should have pinned my dupatta before coming out.
When I reached home with the groceries and the vegetables, Sanchita took it all from me and went to the kitchen. She didn’t even ask me how I felt or managed when I was out alone.
#494
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:30)
Aren’t you going to ask if anyone recognized me outside or if something bad happened?”, I asked her. “No”, she gave a curt reply.
“You have no sympathy for me, Sanchita. I was terrified.”, I said.
“But not any more. Isn’t it? This is called ‘Tough love’ Jaya. That’s how we learn quickly.”, she smiled at me. May be she was correct. Her ways of teaching me womanhood were working.
At night, I wore a pretty nightdress that Sanchita had purchased for me. She herself was wearing one. Since we always had been friends and talked a lot with each other, we did the same. The only
difference was, I did it this time like a woman. And when we were done talking, I got to hold her in my arms while sleeping. Being a bachelor young man, it was natural for me to desire to touch her
body. But when I tried to do anything more than hugging, she gently pushed me aside. I knew she meant that we weren’t ready for anything like that yet. I would have to wait.
The rest of the week passed smoothly. Everyday when I would get back from work, I would quickly change into being a woman. I was learning all the ways of being a woman at home with Sanchita. She
taught me things like how to walk, talk and behave as a woman. She taught me how to present myself gracefully in front of others. I was happy that Sanchita was there with me.
The next Sunday was a little bit different. Sanchita had left a packet for me that contained a black saree with blue border and a black blouse along with a matching bra-panty set. After a long break
I was getting to wear a saree I was excited. I wore the saree, did my makeup, I styled my hair but I kept them open, did not tie them in a rubber band, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, now I
was doing most of the household work and Sanchita was taking care of Ananya. When I went to give Sanchita the tea I had prepared, she declared some guests were coming to the house and I was to take
care of the guest. I got scared because when I went outside as a woman, no body used to interact with me, so there was no possibility of somebody finding my secret but now guest were coming to the
house that was a totally different situation. This would be a big test of what I had learned in the past few days. But Sanchita comforted me, ”Jaya be confident of yourself you are a woman now you
were meant to be. Since I will be talking to guests and taking care of Ananya, you would be there to do the job of serving our guests at home. Aren’t you excited?”
I was nervous as wreck. At around 11 o clock, the mentioned guest came it was a family whom I had never met, I served them water and ran into the kitchen. Later Sanchita called me and asked me to
bring some tea. When I served them tea one of the guest asked as to who I was, Sanchita introduced me to everybody as Jaya, her friend who is helping her take care of the home while she herself is
nursing Ananya.
I was surprised that I was able to handle this situation very well. The female guest even teased me, and complimented for my looks. It was a scary but wonderful experience. If I want to live as a
woman, I would be facing this situation sooner or later anyway. Probably, Sanchita planned it in a way such that I don’t feel overwhelmed. She must have been confident about me to deal with such a
situation.
After everybody left I hugged Sanchita and thanked her for every experience she gave me. “Sanchita, I am sure that I am in love with you, and I would like to spend my whole life with you. I am ready
to get married to you.”, I told her.
“Not so soon dear.”, she said smilingly as she went back to sit on a couch and opened her blouse and her nursing bra slightly to feed “our” daughter Ananya.
#495
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:32)
THE REVELATION
I was perplexed at Sanchita’s response. But Sanchita became serious and said, “I would love to marry you Ajay but I need to talk to you about something which I have never mentioned before.” I was
more surprised that she called me Ajay and not Jaya though I was wearing a saree at that moment and talking to her like a woman.
“What is it Sanchita?”
“Well Ajay it is about my past.”
“Well what about it I love you Sanchita and I don’t care about your past as you accepted me with everything. I would like to do the same to you. I will accept you with your past present and future. I
don’t care that you are a widow and you were married once.”
Click here to read all parts of this story
She got a little more serious and said, “It is true that I was married once. But … I was married not as a woman but as a man.”
“What?”
“Yes, I once used to live as a man and went by the name Sachin Gadkari.”
“But Sanchita how is it possible I have seen you breast feeding Annanya and males do not breast feed?”
“With today’s science everything is possible you will not believe, even though I am Ananya’s father, I have given birth to Annanya and due to the circumstance and the need, I decided to live a life
of a woman, but trust me, I love you from all my heart and I have decided to live my whole life as a woman for you. In the future if we get married I will be the woman of the house and you can have
best of both the worlds you can be Jaya or Ajay whenever you like but I‘ll be staying as Sanchita for you and Ananya.” She looked really nervous.
My mind started getting dizzy with all the words she said. I could clearly see a woman nursing her baby in front of my eyes. How could she have been a man in the past? A little confused, I picked up
my saree pallu and sat beside Sanchita to show her my acceptance and love and to also make her more comfortable.
“Sanchita you know this well, we will get married. I promise you that as I also love you from the bottom of my heart. But I cannot fathom about you being a man in the past. I don’t believe that. You
are tricking me, right?”
Sanchita looked at me with pleasing eyes. She smiled and started narrating her story.
#496
Fan(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:33)
https://youtu.be/X6c2r8dH4EI
#497
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:34)
I am not tricking you into anything, Ajay. This is the truth. I had married a girl named Sanchita in 2018. Sanchita was the love of my life. We had met in college, we graduated together and also
started our own business together our start-up was an instant success and were able to expand were well. When we thought that our business was stable we married each other. But this happiness was not
to last long. A year after our marriage we were coming back from a business trip when we met with an accident. I was lucky enough to escape with a few scratches due to the seat belt but Sanchita was
not that lucky. She was seriously injured and went into coma. In the hospital I got the news that Sanchita was pregnant and the foetus was still alive. Sanchita’s condition was deteorating day by day
as the injury to the head was no healing fast enough. In this process one of her veins in the brain burst open and Sanchita was brain dead.
Dr. Inamdar who gave me the news also told me that the foetus in her womb was alive and healthy and if given a proper environment, it can grow and take birth. We have very little time to find that
suitable environment. In the next two days if we can get a surrogate mother we can implant the foetus in her womb.
I wanted our child to live in the memory of Sanchita. I started my search for a surrogate. I desperately searched for a woman who could become a surrogate for my baby but nobody was ready to take the
risk. I tried every possible sources but in wane. The next day Dr Inamdar called me he asked me how serious was I about the baby. I replied “Doctor I want the baby if I could become a surrogate I
would.” The head of the OBG/GYN was consulted, she told it was possible with a new experimental procedure that is fraught with risk and side effects. She told me about all the side effects. But
without thinking of the consequences I agreed and signed the paper of acceptance.
Soon, a nurse named Richa arrived to give me an injection and wheeled me off down the corridor. I had no memory of what happened next. Sometime next day I woke up in my hospital bed with Richa at my
side. She explained the womb transplant procedure that had been done on me the night before. The bandage over my painful abdomen covered the incision into which Sanchita’s womb and live foetus had
been transplanted.
A few days after the transplant, I just remember being in pain and wondered how was I ever going to go through this ? But then I remembered I was doing it for my child, for Sanchita. Two days later,
as the incision on my abdomen began to heal, the doctor informed me about how they are going to proceed in the months to come. “Since you are not a genetic woman, you will be delivering your baby
through a Caesarean section procedure. And after you have delivered your baby, you will have to take the responsibility for breast feeding the child.”
“Breast feeding? How is that going to be possible Doctor?”, I asked in confusion. I hadn’t realized the situation I got myself into.
“Sachin, due to all the medications being given to you to create an hospitable environment for the baby to grow within your body, you are going to experience some changes in you. And you will have
breasts by the time a baby is delivered and would be secreting milk. You were told about this, don’t you remember?” I nodded in yes though I hadn’t paid attention to all these things when it was
described to me first. I was too desperate to care because I wanted to save my baby.
#498
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:37)
By the time of my discharge after the transplant procedure, we had taken care of Sanchita’s last rites and I was an emotional wreck with Sanchita’s memories but then I decided to move on for Sanchita
and the baby who needed a healthy and happy environment to thrive. A few weeks later my chest had noticeably swelled and started to look more like breasts. Soon I realized that over the next several
months the fitting of my clothes would become a problem. In those days, I had started to feel exhausted soon. So Richa was appointed as my nurse who would take care of me through the whole pregnancy.
At that time, I had not thought about living my life as a woman. I thought of myself as a man who just happened to carry a baby inside. I believed that I would get back to my regular life as soon as
my baby is delivered.
After a few weeks of stay at home, one day Richa was helping me change my clothes. She had noticed the swelling on my chest that looked like new budding breasts. “Sachin, you are going to get your
first bra dear!” she explained as she cupped my breasts. Next morning when I woke up, I realized that I was wearing a woman’s silk nightgown. This nightgown belonged to my wife Sanchita. “I hope you
slept more comfortably in that nightgown.”, Richa said with a smile. I couldn’t say much in response. “You’ll be much more comfortable wearing this so as to not have any irritation or itchiness at
the operated area and it looks very good on you,” she added. Wearing a woman’s nightgown was not something I decided to do because I had any desire to be a woman, but rather it was the need of the
hour. I needed something comfortable to wear in my situation. And that gown made me feel a lot more comfortable, so I didn’t object.
The days were passing by at a very slow pace while Richa helped me take care of all the things at home and changing my clothes too. I would be wearing nightgowns almost all the time. Soon, I had
started to recover and feel better. So Richa suggested that we should take a short walk outside. Going out in a nightgown was not an option as everyone knew me in the area. I could wear my regular
clothes to go out, but I had to wear my new bra underneath to protect my sensitive nipples.
Fortunately my breasts, while becoming more prominent, could still be concealed under my jacket. However, my hair had started getting longer quicker than it used to. All the hormones from medications
running inside my body were leading to these changes I hadn’t planned for. Since I hadn’t gone out to get a hair cut due to my special situation, my hair had grown below my shoulders. Thankfully,
Richa tied it into a ponytail so that I don’t have to worry about managing it all the time.
One day Richa informed me that we would have to visit Dr. Inamdar’s office for regular weekly checkup.
“I suggest you should start wearing something more comfortable soon.”, Richa said.
“What do you mean more comfortable?”, I asked her. I just prayed that she didn’t mean what I was afraid of. “Listen Sachin. Men’s clothes are not designed to take care of a pregnant body. You can’t
wear your regular pants as it would put too much pressure around your abdomen.” She said exactly I was afraid of. “Why don’t you wear salwar suits? The salwars have an adjustable width around the
waist, and kurtis would be roomy enough to accommodate your breasts.”, she added.
“No way I am going to do that.”, I retorted.
“Don’t you want to take care of your baby, Sachin? Now, don’t be so adamant due to your male ego. With a little touch-up of makeup, I can make you look so natural that no one would suspect that you
are a man.”
I was angry at her suggestion. But the truth is the hair on my face and arms were getting thinner and lighter each day that those were barely noticeable. Since I didn’t want to embarrass myself in
front of my neighbours, I decided to relocate to this house where we live today as it was secluded and accessible. When I was with Dr Inamdar for my check-up I st
#499
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:40)
I was with Dr Inamdar for my check-up I started on the subject. Somewhat to my surprise he agreed readily. “Looking at the circumstances it would be a better option for you to dress up more
comfortably.”
I had to plan everything in such a way that for everybody Mr Sachin Gadkari had died and his widow Mrs Sanchita Gadkari had shifted to the house with a nurse. I appointed a legal advisor to shift all
my assets to Mrs Gadkari and to avoid any legal issue I changed my name to Mrs Sanchita Gadkari and gender to female. With the hospital’s certificate due to my medical circumstances, it was not very
difficult to get it done. I had legally became Mrs. Sanchita Gadkari from then on.
After moving to this house, my transformation into Sanchita had started. Richa looked into Sanchita’s wardrobe to see if anything would fit me and to our surprise, my body had changed considerably
that I was able to fit in many of Sanchita’s clothes with a little altering here and there. The next day Richa persuaded me to go out on our daily walks as a woman. She first sat me in front of a
mirror and proceeded to apply some cosmetics that I barely understood. With my face made up and my nails painted, my masquerade was about to begin. My hair had already become long enough that with a
little styling, it could pass as a modern girl’s hair. Richa then dressed me into a Salwaar suit to go along with flat women’s shoes and a dupatta, and placed a purse on my shoulder. “Are you ready
to go out for a walk, Mrs. Sanchita Gadkari?”, she smiled with excitement. That was the first time she called me Sanchita. I was too nervous to say anything.
“Can’t we go somewhere far from here where no one recognizes me?”, I said to her. Though no one in this new neighbourhood knew me, I didn’t want to come out as a woman here so soon. Richa agreed and
we decided to go to a park for a walk. It was decided that we would drive up to there in my car. Nervously I stepped into the street and took the dozen steps to my car. I reached for my pocket to
find the keys but I had no pockets in my salwar kurti! Richa laughed and gave me the keys and asked me to keep it in my purse from that day onwards.
As soon as I sat in the car, Richa said to me, “First, smooth your salwar under you and cover your chest with your dupatta.” I nervously did that when she whispered into my ears, “Relax. No one can
tell!”
Driving my car wearing women’s shoes felt like an alien thing. I had to adjust my dupatta from time to time as it would slip over my forearms. I felt a relief when I came out of our complex without
encountering anyone.
At the park, Richa warned me, “You will have to modulate your voice if you talk to anyone. Remember, you will feel that women are treating you differently now because they will see you as their
equal. But men … you will see to it yourself.” She laughed but I was extremely nervous.
Somehow, the evening breeze comforted me and I felt relaxed as we went for a walk. No one paid any special attention towards us, except, may be for a few young men who wanted to get good eyes on the
two young women walking alone.
When we got back home, Richa taught me a few more things about removing the makeup before going to bed, and how I should keep a lipstick in my purse to do touch up when I go out. It was overwhelming
but I was learning things quickly. Now, I was confident enough to go out for a walk in this neighbourhood.
#500
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:42)
On Sunday for the first time we went to a nearby temple. I found it difficult to concentrate on the puja and of course my voice was not yet sufficiently controlled to join in the arti. Nevertheless
it was deeply satisfying to sit quietly pondering God’s purpose in permitting me to become a mother. I prayed silently for the health and future of my unborn child. I prayed for the peace of
Sanchita’s soul. Somehow remembering Sanchita gave me a new sense of purpose.
I had started to adjust to my new life. I felt comfortable to go out on walks on my own. Though my belly wasn’t big at that time, but my breasts had grown bigger. I found it easier to go out wearing
salwars as a woman rather than wearing male clothes and trying to explain my bulging chest to neighbours. My choice to present myself as a woman was more because of the situation I was in.
I would still dream of days when I would go back to my normal life when I could be a man again. I would touch my belly everyday with love, and prayed for the baby to come out safe when the time is
right. I was fine living as a woman until that time.
One day, Richa had to go back to her home due to some situation in her family. I had an appointment with Dr. Inamdar and his female colleague Dr. Niya that day. I was comfortable enough to visit
their on my own. At the hospital, I waited patiently with other expecting mothers in the same room.
When my turn came to see the doctor, Dr. Inamdar saw me and said, “You look really happy, Sachin. The joy of pregnancy is visible in your face.” I blushed in response.
“Listen, Sachin. Here is Dr. Niya, she is a colleague of mine. She is going to do some examinations on you. I think you will find it more comfortable than I examining you.”, he said.
Dr. Niya took me to another closed room where she asked me to remove all of my clothes for a physical examination. I felt a little embarrassed removing all my clothes in front of her as I got more
aware of my body when she examined it closely. Until then, only Richa had seen me naked. Now, here was another woman touching my breasts, my belly and checking me from head to toe.
#501
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:44)
Your breasts are developing well, Sachin.”, she said. “Please call me Sanchita.”, I said shyingly.
“Alright Sanchita. It looks like your breasts will be ready for breast feeding by the time baby is delivered. Have you observed that your hips have gone bigger? Do you feel any discomfort there?”,
she asked.
“Not really. As long as I wear my panties, I feel fine.”, I said.
“Good that you are wearing panties. You should continue to do that until a few months after the baby is delivered. When the effect of hormones will start to subside, you can then go back to wearing
your male underwear.”, she said.
That conversation was not really something I was comfortable with. I just wanted to get done with the check up and leave.
“Your baby is growing well, Sanchita. In a few months, your belly will start getting increasingly visible.”, she smiled.
As soon as Dr. Niya was done, I grabbed my dupatta and covered my breasts with it. When she left the room, I wore back all my clothes starting with my bra first.
When I got back home, Richa was already there and she had a gift for me in her hands. When I opened the gift, I found a book titled ‘For expectant mothers’. I got really emotional when I saw that
book and hugged Richa.
Richa had another surprise for me. She handed me an invitation card and told me that it was for one of her friend’s wedding in a few weeks time, and she wanted me to go there with her.
“No way!”, I said. “Come on Sanchita. You remain stuck inside this home all the time. Can’t you join me for one day? Haven’t been a good friend for you?”, Richa tried to play emotional with me. May
be it was because of my hormones that I reluctantly agreed to her.
On the day of wedding, I had worn a salwar suit as usual but a little brighter one than usual and got ready. But Richa had other plans. She just ordered me to strip to my bra and panty, then from the
wardrobe retrieved a delicate maroon silk saree with petticoat and matching blouse that my wife used to wear on special occasions. I got emotional looking at that saree and I told Richa that I won’t
be comfortable wearing that saree, and besides I have never worn one before. But Richa said, “I have seen pictures of your late wife wearing this saree. She seemed really happy in this. Don’t you
think she would be happy if you wear this one while carrying her baby with love?” And that’s how she convinced me and draped a saree on me, and also did my makeup. When I looked in the mirror I could
not lay eyes off myself. That was the first time I had worn a saree. The saree was surprisingly comfortable to wear especially with my big pregnant belly as I was getting closer to my due date. We
attended the function and every other lady in that wedding came up to me noticing that I was pregnant. They all showered a lot of love on me and my unborn baby. Everyone wanted to help me that day.
That day I got to know the real efficiency of a saree and got hooked. That day onwards I only wore sarees as an everyday wear.
#502
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:47)
Days were flying by fast, and one day, to my surprise, Richa had organized this special program called ‘Dohale Jevan’ celebrated for an expectant mother in Maharashtrian families. It is similar to
‘God bharai’ or the baby shower. Richa had invited her friends and all the women relatives of hers for this special occasion. Richa’s close cousins took charge of draping me in a nauvari saree and
decorating jewellery made of flowers for the special occasion. And one by one, women came up to me and gave me their blessings for a healthy baby. Though I hadn’t dreamed about something like that, I
was happy, emotional and truly thankful to Richa to make my pregnancy experience memorable.
Richa was always there for me during my pregnancy months and she stood by me when I reported to the hospital for my delivery on my due date. After receiving an injection, I vaguely remember being
wheeled to a special room where I was being operated for a C-Section.
The next morning when I woke up, I saw Richa standing in front of me. And with a big smile on her face, she handed me a bundle of joy in my arms that had tiny fingers and a small face. “You have a
beautiful baby girl, Sanchita.”, Richa said.
I looked at the face of the baby that I had taken care of in my womb for the past nine months. The tears of joy rolled down my eyes.
“Look how beautiful she is dear. You know what … she is waiting for her first meal from her mother! Let’s teach you how to feed your baby.”, Richa said and with the help of another nurse, they
brought the baby closer to my bosom. When my daughter grabbed my nipple for the first time, the joy and the satisfaction I experienced was something that no man can ever imagine. The motherly love
flowed through my breasts to feed my baby daughter Ananya.
It was after a few days of Ananya was born, I had a conversation with Dr. Niya and Dr. Inamdar. “Sanchita, we are really happy to see that your baby is doing well, and you are able to provide
nourishment to your daughter. Congratulations for becoming a mother!”, Dr. Inamdar said.
“Thank you, Dr. Thank you for everything you did for me.”, I said as I held my baby close to my chest affectionately.
Dr. Niya then said, “Sanchita. I personally advice you to nurse your baby as long as you can because a mother’s milk is the best food a baby can get…. But there is something else you should
know.”
“What is it, Dr.?” I asked.
#503
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:49)
“I hope you remember our conversation that once you stop feeding milk to your baby, your body will start going to back to being normal. The good news is you will be able to live your life again as a
man and a father in 2-3 months after that.”, Dr. Inamdar said.
Instead of feeling happy, I started to cry when I heard what he said. “No!! Why can’t I be a mother to my daughter? I carried her in my womb! I don’t want to be a father. I want to be her mother.”, I
cried incessantly.
Listening to my cries, Niya came and sat next to me. She hugged me and said, “We wanted to check that with you, Sanchita. There is a way that with some lifelong medications, you can live your life as
a mother. We want to make sure that you want that from your life. If you agree, we will start giving you those medications right away.”
#504
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023)
THE HEART CONFUSES
Sanchita paused after her story. She looked at me with wet eyes. I still could not believe what she had told me.
“Ajay, that is the story of my past. I never intended to be a woman, but my daughter made me a mother, and I want to continue living like that. That’s why I decided to take those medications. The
other day when I caught you wearing my saree for the first time, I was afraid that you might have learnt about my truth. That’s why I was furious at you first but when I noticed that you have no
idea, I calmed myself a bit.”
“After Ananya was born, Richa accompanied me for a few weeks, but she had to go back to her work and serve other needy patients. I was left alone with my baby daughter. That’s why I decided to get a
paying guest. And that’s when you entered our life. You were of my age, so I found it very easy to talk to you. I enjoyed your company. I was able to laugh with you. I loved to get your help doing
the chores in the house. And the way, you took care of Ananya affectionately, I started noticing how would it be if Ananya had a father. Within my heart, I had already started seeing you as her
loving father. I started developing feelings for you. If I have to be very honest, I am not sure that I want a husband in my life, at least not for the physical company. I may be a mother, but I am
not sure if I am ready to be a wife. But all I know is that I would want Ananya to have a caring father. I want a companion in my life with whom I could talk about my life and make decisions with
him. But if you are looking for a wife who would love you physically, I am not sure I am capable of doing that. I am a woman, but not a complete one.”, Sanchita said.
I could only look at this beautiful woman, trying to understand what her heart was going through, but I couldn’t say any word that would make her comfortable. I tried to wipe her tears.
She looked at me again and said, “Ajay, I don’t want to force you into anything. I would understand if you don’t accept me. I promise you that I won’t ever share your secret with anyone. And I trust
that you will keep my biggest secret with yourself.”
What would you have done if you were in my situation? Would you have accepted Sanchita?
I just gazed at her eyes for a long time, and then, I grabbed Ananya from her lap and brought it closer to my own chest. I hugged Ananya and said to Sanchita, “Sanchita, I loved you before knowing
your past. And that hasn’t changed after hearing your truth. I want you as my wife as long as you let me be the best father for Ananya and occasionally, a second mother too!”
I know my words were not magical, but it brought a big smile on Sanchita’s face. I placed Ananya in a cradle, and went to hug Sanchita. It was a strange situation where I had accepted to marry a
woman who was not born a woman, when I myself was dressed as a woman! It was a woman’s world with no real woman.
I hugged Sanchita and caressed her back, and said to her, “I don’t know how we will ever deal with the situation of physical love, but all I know is that I love you and I love being with you. I don’t
want that to change.”
Sanchita embraced me with joy. She found comfort in my embrace. And after sometime, we two were doing exactly what women who are going to get married soon do. We both were planning for our wedding
and deciding upon what we would wear as a bride. Of course, I was going to be a bride! Why would I not want that?
#505
Aasha(Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:54)
Today, I just bought a lehenga that I am going to wear for our wedding ceremony. And Sanchita is going to wear a Maharashtrian Nauvari saree for the occasion. I am not sure how we would make this
marriage work, but we know that there is a mutual love for each other.
The End
#506
Dinesh(Thursday, 27 July 2023 08:44)
Aditi waiting for your story
#507
Jyothi(Thursday, 27 July 2023 10:49)
Aditi please continue. I'm addicted to ur story, if meera come as Divyas school teacher, I love this story please continue
#508
Radhika(Thursday, 27 July 2023 12:22)
Aditi Please continue akka,if meera comes as a teacher what will happen next ,I'm so excited
#509
Aji(Thursday, 27 July 2023 12:36)
Aditi please continue......
#510
Aji(Thursday, 27 July 2023 12:38)
Aasha that was a great story... I just feel like I am pregnant with Ananya. Hope you will write more stories. All the best ��
#511
Sony(Thursday, 27 July 2023 19:52)
Aditi please continue
#512
Satya(Friday, 28 July 2023 03:40)
Aditi waiting for your story
#513
Aji(Friday, 28 July 2023 03:47)
Aditi, where are you... Waiting for your story ....
#514
Joshua(Friday, 28 July 2023 05:52)
Aditi please update
#515
aditi(Friday, 28 July 2023 08:49)
IG CELEBRITY-71
The bus arrived, and we got on, reaching home safely. As I entered the house, Aditi akka was sitting and asked, "Hi Sweetie! How was the day? I didn’t hear the cab coming." I replied, "The day went
well akka! I didn’t get the cab, so I came on the bus." She scolded me, saying, "Are you an idiot, di? Coming home by bus at this time! Be safe, sweetie!" I laughed and said, "Akka! Even I call you
akka! I am still elder than you!" Her face turned somewhat serious. Then I went to the room, changed into pyjamas, and pinged Meera that I had reached home. Then I slept and woke up in the morning,
thinking about the previous day and how Rahul and Rohit had the muscles I used to have. So, I thought of doing some exercises and started doing some push-ups, but I couldn't even complete five. I
felt disappointed, but I understood that it would take time to get back in shape. I had a shake and began having breakfast. While looking in the mirror, I could see a shadow of a beard, and I was
contemplating growing it again.
As the day passed by, during dinner, Dharshu auntie entered the room with some covers in her hand. We welcomed her, and she asked us to wait in the dining hall. After a while, she joined us and
inquired about our day. She asked me, "Sweetie! How was yesterday and meeting with your relatives?" I replied, "It went fine! How was your day?" I noticed that I hadn't used auntie and considered
going back to addressing her that way as usual. Then she said, "My day was good, and I have some news to share." She started opening up and said, "Meena akka called me today! She told me that Aditi
got admission to the Biology group as we requested." Aditi and I were happy about the news, but Dharshu's face still looked a bit downcast, so I asked her what was wrong. I felt a bit weird not
addressing her as auntie and suddenly realized that it felt like I wasn't showing her enough respect. She revealed the troubling part, saying, "But! She has also given admission to Divya. You have
been admitted to the school in 8th standard." I was shocked and asked her, "Did we confirm anything? I thought we said we would confirm later?" She added, "Yes, sweetie! I had a call with her and
told her that I couldn't accept your admission to 8th standard since you were supposed to be in 10th standard. But she said that since you skipped one year and didn't do well in that exam, it led her
to this decision." I felt concerned and said, "Auntie! What can we do now? How can we avoid this?" Without realizing, I called her auntie again.
She explained, "I told her I would check with the school, but she asked me for the number so she could talk to them and decide. I didn't have a number to give, so I said I didn't have one and that I
would ask our relatives there to check with the school. But she said she would ask her husband, who has connections as a police officer." Both of us were shocked because this would expose our lies.
Dharshu added, "With no other option, I told her I would call them tomorrow. I don't even have a city or school to provide, so I said the school is currently closed, and no one is available to talk.
But that backfired as well, and she said it might affect Divya’s education further. So, she gave me another option for now." I got shocked, and I'm not sure how we will get out of this situation.
Dharshu auntie added, "She said she would move me to 10th standard after the quarterly exams if you do well and score more than 80 percent. She will get you into 10th and arrange special coaching for
you."
#516
aditi(Friday, 28 July 2023 08:51)
IG CELEBRITY-72
“Auntie! I don’t want to go to school again! I am not some small child as they are thinking. On top of that, they see me as a girl, not as a boy. I am a grown man, and the thought of going to 8th
standard is more humiliating than going to school itself," I expressed my frustration. Dharshu auntie understood my situation and came near me, sitting beside me. She said, “I understand, dear! I
don’t know how we ended up in this situation. I said those things thinking it would protect you, but I never thought it would backfire like this." Aditi interrupted and said, “It's partly my mistake,
mom! I shouldn’t have told them that he is my cousin sister. It all started from there! At least I could have corrected them later." I could see that they were feeling guilty and upset about what was
happening.
I started explaining, "It's basically my mistake too! I am the one who went to the birthday function after saying I wouldn't be coming. That's where everything started, and I should have told them
that I would be studying somewhere, instead of saying I am not going to school. That way, everything would have stopped right there. We could have put a full stop to it. Because of my actions,
everything escalated. Also, if I had studied well and performed better in the entrance test, I could have shown them that my old school was better, and we could have avoided all this. But now, they
think my old school is bad. So, Meena auntie wants to move me to her school instead of leaving me there." Auntie and akka came closer and reassured me, telling me not to blame myself and that they
would figure something out.
I told them, "Don't blame yourselves! It could have gone either way. You have already done more than I could have imagined. You have helped me in so many situations! So, I should not say anything bad
or blame you people for the situations we are facing. You have given me a family that I had longed for, for a long time!" Tears welled up in my eyes, experiencing the mix of the sweetest and hardest
moments of my life. They hugged me and said, "Yes, sweetie! We are happy to have you in our family now!" It was a touching moment, but to lighten the mood, I replied, "Maybe not the family I
expected."
We all laughed, and Aditi asked me playfully, "Oh! You don't want me as your akka, di?" I laughed and said, "I am older than you," teasingly. She playfully hit me and said, "Now you might be going to
school as my younger sister, Di Divi kutty." I looked at auntie and said, "Auntie, look at her! She's mocking me!" Auntie saved me from Aditi's playful hit and told her to keep quiet. "Don't mock
Divya kutty! We will figure out something! Even if he goes to school, it might be temporary! I will tell them that the old school reopened or that we couldn't get the documents from them, or anything
that will save him from going to school!" I was relieved that Dharshu auntie was actively thinking of a solution. However, I was still in a bad mood, knowing that the situation might lead to me
attending school as a girl in 8th standard, three years younger than Aditi!
#517
Sonia(Friday, 28 July 2023 09:39)
Nice story aditi but please added some points darshu adopt her as daughter and make him do all the household chores
And let darshu, aditi akka and her friends punished him
#518
Jhanvi(Friday, 28 July 2023 10:28)
Please don't listen to others and change the theme Aditi,
Write the story as you like, because we are also liking the way you are writing the story.
By the way nice story Aditi.
Keep going dear...
#519
Fan(Friday, 28 July 2023 10:44)
https://youtu.be/qlaY4gcSQTM
#520
Malarvizhi(Friday, 28 July 2023 10:58)
Hi Aditi school concept good and make him pierce nose and make wear more girly stuff and hair with flowers even puberty function and one doubt how he use school restroom make some things for more
realistic story...
#521
Rani(Friday, 28 July 2023 11:24)
Aditi superb story. One of the best I have read. Pls go with your flow and don't include unnecessary or forced things unless it is required as per your story
#522
Kalyani(Friday, 28 July 2023 11:48)
Aditi akka nice story ,excellent
#523
Jyothi(Friday, 28 July 2023 12:01)
If Divya goes to school 8th standard , Abhi and Gauri will also become seniors to Divya ,excellent ur story concepts
#524
Jaya(Friday, 28 July 2023 12:24)
Please continue akka
#525
aditi(Friday, 28 July 2023 12:49)
IG CELEBRITY-73
The next day, I woke up and found myself scrolling through social media to distract myself from the current situation about the school and everything else. I replied to comments and checked my
profile to change my mood. I tried calling Meera to talk, but she seemed busy, so I decided to go for a walk to clear my mind. I put on a black track suit with a matching top and bottom, and an
orange overcoat to keep warm in the chilly weather. With my white sneakers on, I stepped out of the house. Aditi akka saw me and asked, "Where are you going, Divi?" I replied, "I need some fresh air,
akka! So I'll go for a walk and come back!" And off I went, walking for about half a kilometer.
Feeling the need for some positivity, I posted a status asking my followers for ideas to lift my mood. Suddenly, a bike whizzed past me and stopped ahead. When the rider removed his helmet, I saw
that it was Rahul. I playfully scolded him, "Idiot! What if your brakes didn't work?" He laughed and said, "It would have spoiled a pretty face!" We both chuckled, and he asked me where I was
heading. I told him I was just walking to get some air. He responded, "So you want some fresh air, right? Come with me!" Although I was unsure, he assured me to trust him and hop on his bike.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/ad/35/7cad35817edb65697b6fd921c7bb33d4.jpg
Now, I had only ridden scooters before, so getting on the backseat of his sport bike was a challenge. Eventually, I used his shoulder to get on. Even after I settled into the higher backseat, I still
felt a bit hidden behind him. He started the bike and moved slowly for a bit. Then, he took me to a highway road. When I told him I wasn't getting any fresh air, he asked me to wait. He continued
riding for another half a kilometer, and then he suddenly accelerated and raced down the highway. I got scared and clung to him, shouting for him to slow down, but he just revved up and went
faster.
After a few minutes, my fear turned into exhilaration. I felt the cool breeze on my face, my hair flying in the air, and I was genuinely enjoying the ride. The fear was replaced by excitement. We
rode for around 5 kilometers and stopped at a coffee shop that was located in a secluded area with no other shops nearby. We got off the bike, and I playfully hit his hand, asking him if he was
trying to kill me. He laughed and said, "Didn't you get the fresh air, Divya?" I smiled and replied, "I was scared at the start, but it turned into a great feeling." He laughed and invited me inside.
I tied my hair up in a bun and ordered a coffee. As we sat and sipped our drinks, he started talking, saying, "I never thought a beautiful girl like you would agree to come with me on the bike." I
was taken aback that he saw me as a girl, and calling me beautiful was even more surprising. I playfully responded, "Well, I don't usually agree, but I thought you might show me something new, so I
decided to come along!" He asked if I found something new, and with a smile, I replied, "Yes, you showed me the cool breeze and fresh air! Thank you, da!" He jokingly replied, "My pleasure, Madam!"
We both shared a laugh.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/93/ae/d493ae5c448c1c9934fc449b72557ee9.jpg
#526
aditi(Friday, 28 July 2023 12:50)
IG CELEBRITY-74
After coffee, I received a call from Aditi akka, inquiring where I was. I replied, "I am nearby, akka! I will be back soon!" Urging Rahul, I said, "Rahul, come on! I haven't told my family that I am
going far away! Let's start!" He reassured me, "Don't worry, Divya! I will drop you off safely." I jokingly said, "If you don't kill me on the way, that'll be enough." We started heading towards
home, and I asked him to drop me at the bus stop since I didn't want Aditi akka to see him dropping me off at home, considering that we didn't know each other well. What was I thinking? I got off at
the bus stop after telling Rahul I would call him later that day. As I walked back home, Aditi akka asked, "Where did you go, di? It's been more than an hour since you left!" I replied, "I just
started walking, akka! I ended up going a bit farther than I anticipated, akka!" I smiled at her, and she replied, "Seems like walking gives you a good mood." I smiled and realized that riding with
Rahul had actually improved my mood. I felt somewhat happy suddenly and thanked Rahul for the ride. He replied, "Anytime, Madam!" I smiled at his message.
I then checked my social media and found many messages from people expressing concern about my mood and asking what happened. Some advised me to go for a walk or take a short trip. Many suggested
going somewhere new to have a fresh experience and feel better. I liked the idea, but I was unsure about where to go, and I didn't have much money to spend. A few people recommended visiting hill
stations. I pondered over what to do and thanked everyone for their concern and suggestions. I posted a photo taken at the coffee shop, assuring them that I was fine now.
A few days passed, but my mood still hadn't lifted. I wondered what I could do to avoid the current situation. At dinner, Dharshu auntie and Aditi were discussing something. I joined them and said hi
while having dinner. Aditi said, "Mom, please, I have to go somewhere! It's been so long since I went on a trip!" Auntie replied, "I understand, Aditi, but it's not safe to go now! Besides, no one
else is coming with you! How will you manage alone?" Aditi persisted, "Mom, Swetha's dad arranged a driver for us! He is also a police officer, and he will take care of us!" Auntie still seemed
unsure, saying she didn't like the idea.
Curious about their conversation, I asked what they were discussing. They told me that Aditi was planning a trip to a hill station with her friends, and since Dharshu auntie and other parents
couldn't accompany them, she was advising Aditi not to go. I chimed in, "Auntie, she has studied continuously for a whole year! Cut her some slack! Let her enjoy!" Aditi said, "See, Mom! Even Divi
kutty is suggesting the same! Please, Mom! I'll be safe! I promise to call you regularly!" After some thought, Dharshu auntie finally agreed, but with a condition, "Okay, Aditi! Go, but only for
three days! No more than that, okay?" Excited, Aditi hugged her mom and then hugged me. But then she had another idea, "Divi kutty, you'll be alone at home, right, di? You should come with us! It'll
be a refreshing experience, and even Abhi will be coming, so she'll have company!" I was surprised at my luck, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. Dharshu auntie added, "Yes, Divya dear, you should
go too! You've been in such a bad mood recently. This trip might give you some time to think." Inside, I was filled with happiness, but I hesitated outside and reluctantly agreed to join them on the
trip.
#527
Aji(Friday, 28 July 2023 13:22)
Wow aditi.... Please don't use any force feminization on Divya. Let the circumstances make him feminized, like going to school wearing uniform, abhi coming off age during the tour and aditi and
friends celebrate it, teaching Abhi how to wear a pad on her periods, Dinta observes it and want to learn more feminine things etc.. etc... If you like my suggestion, please include it in the
story... Love you aditi ...
#528
Grammarly(Friday, 28 July 2023 14:27)
Aditi humiliation is the most population
#529
Jaya(Friday, 28 July 2023 19:48)
Write Divya to join the school in a hurry, there should be humiliation with Abhi
#530
Bharathi(Friday, 28 July 2023 19:51)
Aditi sister you are writing stories faster than Vande Bharat Express ,
#531
VENNELA(Friday, 28 July 2023 19:52)
I am very happy to read your stories ,please continue
#532
Madhumita(Friday, 28 July 2023 20:17)
Hii aditi akka ,I love your stories, please add humiliation with meera , abhi, swetha& mounica after the join the school
#533
Reader(Friday, 28 July 2023 21:26)
Audience shut the f up and enjoy the story. Let the writer decide plot and write. If anyone of you have better plot, write your own. With love to everyone. Let’s not waste comment section for
suggestions.
Aditi thank you and continue!
#534
Riya(Saturday, 29 July 2023 01:04)
Hi does anyone have link to the Marathi movie.......gadbad jhali
#535
Ramya(Saturday, 29 July 2023 02:14)
Aditi akka please mention their height
Ex: aditi 5.7
Divya 5.0
Abhi 5.2 like please
#536
Parmesh(Saturday, 29 July 2023 06:34)
Aditi super undi story waiting for next part
#537
Gouthami(Saturday, 29 July 2023 07:01)
If any one has Destined To Serve 2 story please tel me
#538
Fan(Saturday, 29 July 2023 11:14)
https://youtu.be/EwCTSXJKz9E
Watch the above video
#539
Karthika(Saturday, 29 July 2023 11:46)
Aditi please upload next part
#540
Jhanvi(Saturday, 29 July 2023 11:49)
Nice story Aditi
Waiting eagerly for next parts ..
#541
Sahana(Saturday, 29 July 2023)
Aditi please write more about feminizing Divya
#542
Aditi fan(Sunday, 30 July 2023 00:23)
Aditi akka please continue cheyandi
#543
Aji(Sunday, 30 July 2023 01:40)
Aditi, please continue..... Are you busy??????
#544
aditi(Sunday, 30 July 2023 07:35)
IG CELEBRITY-75
The next morning, Aditi akka nudged me to wake me up, saying, "Wake up di! Wake up! It's already morning!!" I woke up with half-opened eyes and asked her, "What happened akka?" She replied, "Did you
forget di already? Tonight we have a trip! So we need to do some shopping!" I replied, "For whom?" She added, "For both of us only! Mostly for me anyhow," and chuckled. I got up and told her, "I
don't want anything," and went to freshen up. After brushing my teeth, I came out to see her going through my cabinet and checking the dresses I have. "Shall we go akka?" I asked her. She asked me to
sit down before her, and as I did, she said, "Divi kutty, I have something to tell you!" Confused, I asked her what it was. She added, "You know what is going to happen for the next few months,
right?" I asked, "What is going to happen?" She said, "You might be going to school for the next few months, Divi kutty!" I felt annoyed about the topic and was about to get up, but she made me sit
down again and said, "I understand sweetie! It shouldn't have happened, but whatever happened has happened! So we cannot change it now!" I said, "Yeah, yeah, I understood!" She added, "There is a 90%
chance that you have to go to school! That too as a girl! Who is going to study 8th standard!" I replied, "Yes akka! We have already discussed this! Why are you bringing that topic up now? I agreed
to go on the trip to change that mindset only! Don't make me feel bad in the morning itself." She replied, "I am sorry sweetie! That is not my intention! But there are a few things we have to talk
about before doing that!" I asked her, "What is it akka?" She replied, "You are going to be my cousin sister! That too my younger sister! So I have a duty to teach you a few things!"
Confused, I asked her, "School itself has not started! What are you going to teach me, akka?" She playfully hit my head and told me, "Stupid! Not that one di! If nothing works out, you have to go to
school as a girl! So people have to believe you are a girl." I got worried and asked her, "What do you mean by that, akka? Haven't I already attended two functions as a girl unintentionally and still
they believed me as a girl! So why worry now?" She told me, "Sweetie! That is because I have told them that you are my cousin sister! Most of them are my friends, so they don't doubt you since they
don't doubt me! Also, I am mostly with you, so whatever you do, I will cover it up. For example, once my friend asked why you walk like some boy! But I told her that you are like that sometimes, and
we escaped from that situation. I don't want to face that again." I got worried now and asked her, "Will that also happen, akka? If so, what will happen?" I thought about the situation that people
found out that I am a grown man and not a girl, then people will beat me, thrash me, and I may even have to go to prison. She added, "Yeah! It will cause trouble for all of us, Sweetie! Even we lied
with you, so it will be a problem for us also! You have to go to school where many people will be there, and if anyone doubts you, it will spark a fire!" I got more worried, and she understood, so
she started telling me, "Don't worry, Sweetheart! It won't happen, but we have to be sure. We still have one more month before school starts, so consider this as a training period! And I will teach
you things that will help you not get caught! So consider this seriously." I accepted her and told her, "Yeah sure, akka! I will do whatever you say."
She pinched my cheeks and said, "Good! Since we are going on a trip for 3 days, and we'll be with girls! So you are going to be among them! You will be meeting strangers as well! So the first thing,
you should not say that you are a grown man by mistake. I know it's difficult, but you have to consider yourself a girl. Luckily, you are already calling me Akka, which is good! You will be my
younger sister until this drama ends. I will treat you like one only! Until now, even though we were close, there was some distance between us. From today, it will not be there! Luckily, you have
some features that make you look like a girl." I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. She added, "But still, many works need to be done to complete the transformation! So that no
one will doubt you! So I will teach you one by one! Behave like a young girl, my sweetheart! For our sake! For our family!" I got worried, but I decided to try out this trip and will decide later, as
I always had a doubt about how people see me as a girl, and now I understood that Aditi akka had saved me from some occasions as well.
#545
aditi(Sunday, 30 July 2023 07:35)
IG CELEBRITY-76
Aditi akka said, "Let's go to the starting! There are a few things we have to buy for your regular use! I will be there in 15 minutes, so get ready soon." I went to take a bath and got ready. I wore
a green long-sleeved t-shirt with Richie Rich printed on it and a red checked pant. I put my hair in a ponytail and took a selfie in the mirror, putting it as my status on the account with the
hashtag #Shopping.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/83/41/a1/8341a108fbbf55b6f3c6fc7c6b0482f0.jpg
Aditi akka was dressed elegantly in a brown salwar with silk pants and matching earrings. She wore 2-inch heels as well.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/08/ad/f408ad8bfaded6f99086ee5dbf6a3c7f.jpg
When she noticed my attire, she said, "Are you wearing a nightdress? We are going shopping, and you are wearing something like a nightdress." She handed me a grey sweater-type top, blue jeans, and
matching sneakers, and asked me to change. I sat outside on the balcony while she got ready.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/cc/9c/c3cc9c2d8d91f906e112e8f06d967bd5.jpg
She came after a few minutes, and we started walking towards the cab. She held my hand as we walked. I'm about 150cm, and she is around 178cm, a bit taller than her mom. With her 2-inch heels, she
towered over me, and even if I said she is not my elder sister, no one would believe it. We arrived at the mall, and she paid the cab fare. We headed towards the shops, starting with a tourist bag
shop where she needed a bag to go with.
After buying a bag, we moved towards the clothing shops. She went to the adult section and started trying on dresses. She asked me to accompany her and give feedback on each dress. As she tried on
various dresses, I got bored and asked her how much more she would try. She knelt down and said, "Sweetie, this is how girls shop for dresses! We try them on to see if the color suits, if the fit is
right, and everything. You have to accompany me and give feedback for each dress, di!" She winked at me.
She bought a few dresses and then we moved to the innerwear section. I felt uncomfortable going to that section and asked if I had to come along. She pulled me inside and said, "Sweetie, for now, you
are my younger sister! You are accompanying your akka to buy dresses. You don't have to be uncomfortable. It's just dresses, di, nothing more."
As we checked on the innerwear, I felt somewhat awkward at first, but soon, I noticed no one paid much attention, and I started feeling more normal. Aditi akka asked me for feedback on different
designs, and I just smiled and looked away. After selecting some items, she went to the billing counter and asked me to come along. Then we went up one floor using the escalator.
On the next floor, it was the girls' section for ages 10-15 years. I looked at Aditi akka, and she explained, "Sweetie, your size is not available on that floor, so we are coming here." I told her,
"Akka, I don't want anything!" She replied, "Not to buy, sweetie! We will check on a few things and then leave." I agreed, and we went to the dress section.
As we looked at things, I found myself uninterested. Aditi akka noticed and bent down to talk to me, saying, "Divi, this is what I am talking about! Usually, girls who are studying in school get
excited when they come inside a dress shop. They roam around and check out all the colorful dresses. Your face shows that you are not even interested to be here. So try to act excited so that people
will not doubt you." I realized it was more challenging than I thought, but I tried to look excited, touched a few dresses, and checked them out, even though it felt a bit weird.
#546
aditi(Sunday, 30 July 2023 09:32)
IG CELEBRITY-77
Seeing my discomfort, Aditi akka decided to tease me even more. She took a dress and brought it near me, checking the height as I asked her, "What are you doing akka?" while glancing at others. She
replied, "Wait di! I have to check whether this fits you or not." I stood there, nervously watching if anyone was looking. She reassured me, "Relax sweetie! No one is watching you! Remember what I
told you! You are just a girl who came with her sister for shopping." Once she confirmed that the dress was the right fit, she pulled me to the trial room. I tried to resist, but a few people were
looking, so I reluctantly went along with her.
She handed me the dress and asked me to try it on. I whispered to her, "Akka! It's a girls' trial room! How could I change dresses here?" She looked at me and insisted that I go inside and change.
Reluctantly, I entered the trial room, feeling unsure about what I was doing. From outside, Aditi akka shouted at me to change quickly and come out. I had never changed clothes outside a room before,
so I felt hesitant. I removed the sweater I was wearing, revealing that I had a boy's vest underneath. Looking at myself in the mirror while trying on the dress she gave me, it suddenly felt weird. I
struggled to put the dress on, not realizing that the zipper was not opened yet. Once I opened the zipper, I put on the dress, feeling sweaty and anxious for some reason.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8d/29/83/8d298335c836a8dee0a6c7b9a1c73f2b.jpg
When I opened the door, Aditi akka looked at me from top to bottom and asked, "Why are you still wearing the pant, di Divi? How can we see the full view? Go and remove that and come di." I got angry
and protested, "Akka!" But she pushed me back inside. Annoyed, I took off my shoe and pant, and came out irritated. The dress wasn't that short, so I couldn't understand why she wanted me to remove
the pant as well. She looked at me and said, "It's looking good! Turn around di, sweetie!" As I turned around, I realized that the zipper was open, and my boy's vest was showing through. Aditi akka
quickly closed the zipper and checked around to see if anyone noticed. She asked me to change back immediately. I changed into my previous outfit and came out.
Then she asked me to follow her, and we sat on a sofa to talk. "Divi, what are you wearing inside?" I was confused and asked, "What are you asking akka?" She replied, "Inners." I told her, "It's my
vest, akka!" She corrected me, "It's a boys' vest, di." I responded, "Yes akka, so what?" She worriedly said, "We are in a girls' trial room, and you were wearing a boys' vest! What would have
happened if they saw that?" I was still confused and asked her, "Would they be able to find out the difference?" She replied, "Yes, easily! At least we learned something today. Come, we will go to
the next section."
We moved to the girls' inner section, and I asked her, "Why are we here, akka?" She shushed me and started selecting plain inners. She then went to the billing section, and I asked her why she was
buying those. She replied, "It's for you, di!" I was shocked and asked her why I needed girls' inners. She explained, "Remember what happened today! What would have happened if they had seen your
boy's vest! So, I bought a few girls' inners. Don't worry; they are plain ones only, similar to your boys' inners, di! We don't want anyone to find out because of those! Understand?" I reluctantly
said, "Understood akka!" Realizing that I was going to wear a full girls' outfit, including inners as well.
#547
Grammar(Sunday, 30 July 2023 10:15)
Aeiou
#548
Aji(Sunday, 30 July 2023 10:15)
Aditi= aditi only. No one can replace you in this mode of story writing. Hope to see more gradual feminization parts and Divi ku
#549
Aji(Sunday, 30 July 2023 10:27)
and Divi kutty also like the feeling of that dress. Love you aditi.... An addicted Aditi fan . AJI...
#550
Jhanvi(Sunday, 30 July 2023 12:18)
Super Aditi..
Please write soon...
#551
vasantha(Sunday, 30 July 2023 15:00)
Aditi your story very super
#552
malarvizhi(Monday, 31 July 2023 00:32)
wow super aditi super humilation daughter buying inners for her mom boyfriend basically stepfather...make more humilate him in front of girls without knowning him..and make complete girl in mind as
well and teach him how to go restroom and how to mingle with girls in playground
#553
Fan(Monday, 31 July 2023 10:01)
https://youtu.be/mTt-SbtFMNI
Boy to girl makeup transformation
#554
Sahana(Monday, 31 July 2023 11:24)
Hii Aditi,
Your story is really going great.
Please do continue further....
#555
Aji(Monday, 31 July 2023 12:41)
Aditi, please don't use force feminization in this story. Don't listen to anyone. You continue the story in the same fow. All the best... Addicted Aditi fan.....
#556
Vinay(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 08:04)
Aditi waiting for your story
#557
Kavya(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 08:32)
Aditi, your story is superb.
Please continue dear ..
#558
aditi(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 09:26)
IG CELEBRITY-78
We moved to the next shop, which was a footwear shop. Aditi akka started checking out the shoes and found a pair of heels that she liked. She asked the sales guy to show it to her in her size and
tried them on. They fit perfectly, and she decided to buy them. I was puzzled and asked her, "Akka! You are already tall, right? Then why are you buying heels? Aren't heels meant to increase height?"
She laughed and replied, "Nothing like that, di Divi! I also used to think that wearing heels would make me look even taller, and I might end up hating them. But one time, I tried them with a saree,
and I felt good. So, I started wearing heels, and now they have become my favorite. I feel more comfortable in heels than other types of footwear." I still looked puzzled, and she added, "So sweetie,
it's basically about our liking and what makes us feel good. We don't have to worry about what others think. So you can do whatever you want, sweetheart."
The sales guy packed the shoes, and Aditi akka asked him, "Where can we find shoes in her size?" He replied, "Sorry Madam, we don't have kids' sizes available here. They are on the next floor."
Without thinking, I blurted out, "I am not a kid!" The sales guy immediately apologized, "Sorry sweetie! I didn't mean it that way. Your size will be available on the next floor." I thought,
great!
We went to the next floor, where a younger girl, around 20 years old, approached us and asked what we were looking for. Aditi akka said, "Can we see some footwear in her size?" The girl asked us to
follow her and inquired, "Do you know your size, sweetie?" I was taken aback that she called me sweetie. We were in a kids' footwear shop, and I was trying on shoes for myself. I replied, "I don't
know" without showing much respect. Aditi akka gave me a look and said, "Divi Kutty! Give respect to elders!" The girl said it was okay and went to fetch some shoes. I looked at Aditi akka and said,
"Elders?" Aditi akka explained, "Hey, look here! Now you are a younger sister to me, di! The girl who is helping us is elder to you, so you should show respect to her!" I was surprised and asked,
"What do you want me to do, akka? Should I call her akka too?" She replied, "Yes, sweetie! If a girl of your supposed age comes to shop, that's how she will be addressed. Understood?" I reluctantly
agreed.
The sales lady measured my feet and showed me the area where the shoes were displayed. I noticed that most of the shoes were very girly compared to the previous section we visited. I decided not to
pick anything flashy and asked the sales girl, "Could you please show me something in black?" Aditi looked at me and added, "Black, akka." She smiled and showed me a few options, but even though the
shoes were black, they had hints of pink in them. However, Aditi akka picked out a full pink pair of sneakers and asked me to try them. I looked at her in disbelief but wore them anyway, and they fit
perfectly.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/de/ea/a4/deeaa45973057ddc29ed5cf5385a0078.jpg
She went to pick out more items for me. Then she returned with a pair of heels and asked me to try them on. I became angry and said, "Akka! I don't want any heels!" The sales girl tried to persuade
me, "Sweetie, it will look good on you!" Reluctantly, I put them on and tried to stand, but I slipped and almost fell. Thankfully, the sales girl caught me. I said, "Thanks akka!" and looked at Aditi
furiously. She apologized and came back with a regular sandal with silver design and straps matching the design, and a small half-inch heel. I wore them, and they fit perfectly. I whispered in Aditi
akka's ear, "Is this really necessary, akka?" She asked me to be quiet, and the sales girl packed the shoes and handed them to me.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/38/6d/68/386d686dd3cd80b994b9514b7872418e.jpg
#559
aditi(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 09:28)
IG CELEBRITY-79
As we stepped outside, I was already feeling tired. I asked her, "Shall we go home akka?" She replied, "Just now we have started di!" I was shocked, and she looked at my expression, laughing and
saying, "Sweetie! We just need to buy some earrings and then we can go." She dragged me into the earrings shop, and once inside, I was surprised to see how big the shop was and the wide variety of
earrings available. She started going through the collections and chose a few normal ones. Then she moved on to some fancy long earrings and began selecting one. She called me over and started
checking something for me. I asked her, "Is this really necessary akka?" She smiled and replied, "Everything is necessary, sweetheart! It's never easy to be a girl. You cannot wear anything you want!
You have to wear matching stuff, be presentable always, and navigate through a world that has different expectations for girls. Being a girl is never easy, but it is a journey filled with strength,
resilience, and endless possibilities!"
I joked, "When did you become a philosopher akka?" She laughed and playfully hit me on my hand. She asked me to feel the earrings, and as I checked them out, I took one from a particular area and
noticed it had only one stud with a stone. The sales girl noticed that and came over, bending down to ask, "Do you want to try it sweetie!" Startled, I replied, "No..!" Then, seeing Aditi akka's
presence, I added, "No akka! I am just checking." The sales girl then teased, "Also, it's a nose ring dear! You have to pierce your nose! Do you want it?" and she winked at me. I smiled and put it
back. Aditi akka playfully said, "Even I haven't pierced my nose yet sweetie! We can pierce together," and she laughed. The sales girl then selected a few more earrings and showed them to me. Since
she didn't seem to be giving them back, I reluctantly picked one.
She asked, "Which standard are you studying, dear?" Not wanting to answer as before, I hesitated, but eventually, I told her, "8th standard akka!" She responded, "Oh, sweet dear! Even my sister is
going to 8th standard this year." We chatted for a little while before leaving the shop. After packing everything, we headed to the cafeteria to have lunch before going home.
As we sat down and started eating, Aditi asked, "How was the day going, sweetie?" I replied, "It's fine akka," but it seemed like she was expecting more from me. After thinking for a moment, I
continued, "It's basically the longest time I've spent shopping, akka! I never knew it would take this much time to select anything for girls. I usually make a selection in 10 minutes or so and then
leave. But here, even for a single earring, you took at least half an hour! But I could see that there are so many choices for girls compared to what we have!" She seemed pleased with my answer and
said, "That's good, sweetie! You should learn these things; it will be helpful in the future. Try to think of yourself as a girl and include yourself as one, not as a third person. But don't worry,
it will come naturally with time." After finishing our meal, we booked a cab and went home, carrying bags filled with dresses, footwear, and ornaments.
#560
Vasantha(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 11:52)
Aditi your story very super �
#561
Aji(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 12:55)
Please write fast aditi.. Don't disappoint your fans with long delay.. Thankyou and all the best....������
#562
Customer(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 14:21)
No nose pricing
#563
Rani(Tuesday, 01 August 2023 20:44)
Aditi super going. Pls continue
#564
Yogeshwari(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 00:10)
We have lost the concept and it's really difficult to read the stories here. It should be simple with Indian content.
#565
Rohini(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 00:49)
Due to some issues I was not available. So let me continue the story from 67. Rohan to Rohini
My name is Anita as I told you all. So finally it was Saturday I dressed rohini in patiala suit. Then finally he was ready I named him Rohini and took his pictures. I asked him how is he feeling now
he kept quiet. I told him from now onwards you will dress up like a housewife. On weekdays you can wear nighty or tops and skirt as you work from home. but on weekend that's on Saturday you will wear
proper dress along with complete jewelry and on Sunday you will wear saree. Rohini said she can't wear saree I told him don't worry I will help her to wear and teach him as well.
#566
Rohini(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 01:22)
I hardly wear suits and sarees Nowadays as I have put on little weight so I wear casuals, jeans and formal wear to office. On occasion I use to wear Punjabi dresses. So coming back now it was
Saturday as the lock down had still some rules and limited stuff was allowed for time being. Rohini was looking beautiful in patiala suit as I was happy now she cab wear this dresses and Nightys
#567
Rohini(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 02:05)
Rohini was looking beautiful apart from her hairs which were tied in bun so I thought today let it be as she needs to cook and do laundry. Tomorrow will braid her hairs and drape saree so I was
waiting for the day. Rohini made lunch which she did all alone and I was watching television. Finally she served the food to me and then I told her to have from same plate. Which she did then she
cleaned the dishes and joined me to watch TV with me
#568
Rohini(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 04:33)
Then I was seeing her as I was not able to control myself then I made him sit on my lap and started to kiss him and she started to stop me but I started to play with her bangles and took Her to the
bed and took control over him. Started to eat her lipstick and she started to behave like a female which I liked it and was covering her breast but I removed her chunri and her suit she was in her
bra and panty then I started to suck his soft nipples now he started to morn which I liked it.
#569
Prameela(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 04:42)
https://youtu.be/0OU2ifjBkAM
Came across this gorgeous video....
#570
Sneha(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 05:16)
Hello sisters,
I am a published crossdressing story site.
Where anyone write story.
It is only crossdressing blog site,write any language.
Everything is accepted.
My site link..
https://opinioncrafter.com/
#571
Sravan(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 06:47)
Aditi waiting for your story
#572
AJI(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 09:31)
aditi, please... please.... please...
#573
Abeena(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 09:35)
I write the first part of my story M e and my Girlfriend on opinioncrafter.com. Everyone please read it. The crossdressing part will happen in the second part only and the first part is just a start
of my stury. please check it out.. Thank you.
#574
Nalini(Wednesday, 02 August 2023 22:22)
Aditi story is going somewhere let it be simple what's the use of effort and space. Thanks
#575
hey blog admin(Thursday, 03 August 2023 00:10)
Why dont you provide aditi a seperate space just like other authors on your site map so there wont be any distractions or nonsence while reading the content
#576
wow what an idea(Thursday, 03 August 2023 00:12)
Please admin do follow the above idea
#577
VASANTHA(Thursday, 03 August 2023 00:46)
Rohini your story very good continue pa
#578
opinioncrafter.com(Thursday, 03 August 2023 01:34)
Hello,sisters.
I am creat new crossdre
#579
opinioncrafter.com(Thursday, 03 August 2023 01:36)
Hello sisters,
I am published new crossdressing site.
Where every writer write thier own story.
Just do simple registration, and write own story.
I will make u verified user u can write anything here.
#580
Venkat(Thursday, 03 August 2023 06:52)
Aditi your story is fantastic waiting for next part
#581
Prameela(Thursday, 03 August 2023 09:21)
Most beautiful Crossdresser is here-
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvO3TjVpvnt/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
#582
Prameela(Thursday, 03 August 2023 09:25)
Watch this one too, this is really amazing..
https://youtu.be/wS058GDsO1I
#583
@ hey blog admin(Thursday, 03 August 2023 10:27)
Rajibalan is always a comment based story system. And Raji herself made those pages for other authors long ago. It is better if Aditi make a blog for herself or post it in other popular websites
where they can get a separate space.
@ Aditi, please, please do as you like.
#584
Jhanvi(Thursday, 03 August 2023 10:31)
Aditi, please continue your story dear.
#585
Kavya(Thursday, 03 August 2023 11:20)
Dear prameela, the video link you posted is really marvelous.
https://youtu.be/wS058GDsO1I
#586
Abeena(Thursday, 03 August 2023 13:04)
I write the second part of my story Me and my Girlfriend on opinioncrafter.com. Please check it out.
#587
Aurin khan(Friday, 04 August 2023 05:48)
Hello everyone,
I am writing my story
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/my-happiness-2
Already i am posting few parts
#588
Rekha(Friday, 04 August 2023 09:19)
What happened dear @aditi
#589
aditi(Friday, 04 August 2023 09:23)
IG CELEBRITY-80
We reached home, and after the hectic day of shopping, I collapsed on the sofa, completely exhausted from an experience I had never encountered before. Aditi received a phone call, and I overheard
her saying, "Yes, Indhu! We're ready. Didn't Swetha tell you? My cousin sister is also coming, so it'll be fun! Yeah, I got permission from my mom. We'll be ready by 10, and you can come here to pick
us up." I realized she was talking about the trip and that it was already evening. We went to our room, and Aditi akka said, "I'll pack your items in my bag itself, di! We can share a single bag to
save space. Go and take a bath, and I'll keep your night dress on the bed." I agreed and laid on the bed, contemplating how I would manage the trip with only girls. Later, I spent some time chatting
with people on my phone, losing track of time.
When Aditi akka entered to check on me, it was already 8, and she scolded me, saying, "Hey! What are you doing di! It's already 8 di! Go and take a bath, you idiot!" Realizing that I was wasting
time, I rushed to take a bath. While bathing, I noticed that Aditi akka was treating me differently today. Though I've called her akka for a while now, she was speaking to me like a real sister,
which made me uncertain about how to feel. After my bath, I came out wearing a towel around my chest and another on my hair. On the bed, I found the night dress and the girls' inners we had bought
earlier. The inners were plain white and felt lighter than my usual ones. Other than that, they looked more or less similar. I wore the bottom first and then the top, which Aditi akka called a
camisole. It was similar to what I usually wore but lighter and had thin straps that looked like they could break easily. The camisole reached just to my hips, and if I lifted my hand, it might show
my navel.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a1/51/62/a15162f1fd94cc13b58dcde46c7e4aa3.jpg
Next, I put on a dress that was white with a blue printed hoodie, paired with matching pants. While I was drying my hair with a dryer, Aditi akka entered and asked, "Are you ready di?" I replied,
"Yes akka, I'm ready!" She inquired, "Do the inners fit fine, di?" I replied, "Yes akka, the camisole seems a bit smaller." She laughed and said, "That's how it's supposed to fit, di sweetie." We
then made our way to the dinner table, where Dharshu auntie was already sitting. She looked at me and said, "You look cute, Divya ma." I smiled and thanked her. During dinner, auntie mostly advised
Aditi akka, saying, "Aditi, be safe and don't do any dangerous stunts. Don't do stupid things. Call me every day!" Aditi looked annoyed and assured her, "I know, Mom! I will take care." Dharshu
auntie added, "I know you will take care, but it's still my duty to say it, sweetheart. Take care of Divya too!" Aditi laughed and responded, "She is my younger sister, Mom! I will take care of her!
Don't worry," and she winked.
#590
aditi(Friday, 04 August 2023 09:24)
IG CELEBRITY-81
At around 10 PM, the car arrived with Swetha akka in it. She asked us to come outside, and we informed Dharshu auntie that we were leaving. Auntie told Aditi, "Aditi, remember what I said and be
safe," and hugged her. Then she looked at me, bent down to hug me, and said, "Sweetie! Be safe! Always stay with Aditi!" Her hug felt warm, and she added, "Don't forget to call me twice daily, in the
morning and at night! Just keep me informed, sweetheart!" She seemed emotional and there were tears in her eyes. Aditi noticed and teasingly said, "Mom! You give me just a hug, but for her, a tight
hug, and you seem emotional." Dharshu replied, "I've sent you away many times, Aditi, but I never left Divya once we started living here. I feel somewhat emotional leaving Divya ma!" Aditi teased her
further, "Mom, I don't know if I'm your daughter or if she is!" and laughed. Dharshu playfully hit Aditi's hand and kissed me on the cheeks. I assured her, "I'll be fine, auntie! Don't worry!" Aditi
chimed in mockingly, "I'll be fine, Mom!" as we made our way towards the entrance.
Swetha akka welcomed us with a hug, and we hugged her back. Then, we proceeded to Indhu akka's home to pick her and Abhi. It had been a while since I had seen Abhi, and we greeted each other with a
hug. She seemed to have grown taller, about 2 inches above me, and we sat together in the back of the car. Swetha akka sat in the front seat with the driver, and Indhu and Aditi akka occupied the
next seats. We were all talking and laughing about our plans for the trip. Abhi said to me, "You know di, I was a little hesitant about joining the trip, but when I heard that you were coming, I knew
I had a partner!" She held my hand tightly. It was amusing how a girl going to 10th standard saw a 27-year-old guy as her partner. If only people knew the truth. We continued talking and sharing
stories during the ride.
Suddenly, we woke up from our half-sleep state and found ourselves on a road surrounded by mountains, with the sun rising from the middle of the peaks. The view was breathtakingly beautiful, and my
heart filled with joy. I captured a video and posted it on social media with various related hashtags.
After a couple of hours, we reached a resort where we would be staying. We took our bags and headed to our respective rooms. Aditi akka and I shared one room, while the others went to another. They
reminded us to get ready quickly, as we had a destination to visit within an hour. It was already 10 AM, so we laid down on the bed for a moment. Aditi akka decided to take a shower first and called
out to me, "Divi kutty! Take a towel from the bag, di! I'll bathe and come." I searched for the towel and handed it to her. After a few minutes, she went to the bathroom. When she returned, she was
wearing a towel around her chest and asked me to go ahead and take my bath. I entered the bathroom and went about my morning routine. After a while, Aditi akka called out that she would go to the
other room and had left my dress on the bed.
#591
aditi(Friday, 04 August 2023 09:25)
IG CELEBRITY-82
I finished my bath and came out of the room to find my dress laid on the bed. I started putting on the black inners today which is the camisole and bottom. While I was checking myself in the mirror,
the door suddenly opened, and I quickly covered myself with my hand and found the towel to wrap around my chest. Abhi entered, laughing, and reassured me, "It's okay, di! It's just me! Don't be
afraid." Thankfully, I was able to cover up in time, and I understood why Aditi akka had advised me to wear girls' inners. It could have been an embarrassing start to the trip otherwise. I smiled,
and said, "I got scared, di! I don't know how I forgot to close the door!" She laughed and replied, "Yeah, di! Just now, Aditi akka came to our room! She asked me to be with you!" I felt relieved
that Aditi had taken care of the situation.
I checked the dress Aditi akka had laid out for me. It was a white long-sleeved top with a floral pattern and loose sleeves that looked different from my usual style. Along with it was a pair of blue
jeans that reached the ankles. I wore the pants while still covering myself with the towel, and once I felt safe, I removed the towel and put on the top as well. Abhi teased me, saying, "I'm the only
one here, di! Why are you turning and hiding yourself?" I gave a nervous laugh and said, "No, di! I'm just a bit shy. I usually dress up alone." She laughed at my response and playfully commented,
"You have so much to learn, di! I don't know how you'll manage to change during PE periods and all." I was a bit confused but ignored the comment and started drying my hair. Abhi brushed my hair and
suggested I put it in a high ponytail to match her hairstyle, and I followed her suggestion.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/bb/fc/a9bbfc222ea3e7f2b4bd852495de48dc.jpg
We then went to the next room and found everyone dressed in pants and T-shirts. Abhi was the only one wearing a gown, and the rest were in jeans and T-shirts. Aditi akka was wearing a black
long-sleeved round neck T-shirt with jeans and had opted for 3-inch heels, making her look taller than everyone else. Indhu akka was around the same height as Aditi akka but was not wearing heels,
and Swetha akka was 2 inches shorter than both of them. Abhi was about 2 inches taller than me, and I was the shortest among all of them. Despite being the eldest, I was the shortest in the
group.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5e/53/fb/5e53fb80192154f26fbbbb234607f068.jpg
We headed downstairs and asked the driver to drop us off at the nearest restaurant. After breakfast, Swetha akka offered to cover the expenses for the trip and had an app to help split the bill.
Aditi akka said she would handle mine and her expenses. These days, I didn't even have much money, and I was relying on them for financial support. But I had no other options.
After breakfast, we moved on to our next destination, a boating house. Abhi and I took a peddling boat, while Aditi and Swetha akka occupied another one. Indhu akka chose a motorboat and drove it at
a fast pace. Aditi and Swetha akka also started paddling, but Abhi and I struggled to move the boat anywhere. We laughed and tried our best to pedal, with the instructor guiding us. After some
effort, we managed to move a little, and Abhi and I celebrated with joy, drawing the attention of others, and we all laughed together.
#592
Aji(Friday, 04 August 2023 14:14)
Wow, aditi. Without reading your story my day will not be fine. Please write more parts. I always wear inners and a nighty when I read your story. Even I am a male, I also want to feel like Divi
kutty.
#593
vasantha(Friday, 04 August 2023 14:28)
Aditi your very super �
#594
Admin of opinioncrafter.com(Friday, 04 August 2023 15:17)
Hello writers,
Who write a story of my site,please write your own story.
Don't copy paste anyothers writer story.
I Don't allow copy story of my site.
#595
Gouthami(Friday, 04 August 2023 19:52)
aditi akka Divya ni school join chese part rayandi, school ki kida oka rule undi ,1 to 5th one uniform, 5th to 8th uniform change, 9th to 10th uniform change , inter class uniform also change,
teachers easily find out which class students
#596
Openshit(Friday, 04 August 2023 23:32)
stop wasting the comment space by posting unwanted links.
#597
Aurin khan(Saturday, 05 August 2023 05:40)
https://opinioncrafter.com/profile/aurin
#598
Prameela(Saturday, 05 August 2023 09:59)
https://youtu.be/oa590-tLn7I
Watch this guys, crossdressing video
#599
pleASE UPLOAD FREE VIDEOS(Saturday, 05 August 2023 11:30)
https://www.patreon.com/feminization/posts
#600
Nandini Fan(Saturday, 05 August 2023 13:14)
Nandini, can you continue your stories, prisoner of Nath
#601
srs(Saturday, 05 August 2023 13:56)
hai
#602
Aji(Sunday, 06 August 2023 05:41)
Aditi, where are you.. pls continue..love you
#603
Admin of opinioncrafter.com(Sunday, 06 August 2023 06:39)
@aditi
I want to published your running story my site.
Can u permit it?
If u approved i can do it.
Otherwise i can't
#604
Dinesh(Sunday, 06 August 2023 08:20)
Aditi waiting for your story
#605
Aurin khan(Sunday, 06 August 2023 13:07)
Update my story
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/my-happiness-8
#606
fun times 1(Sunday, 06 August 2023 17:09)
ankit is a 14 year old boy..
ritu is his 12 year old younger sister, she was a sweet young girl..
ankit just finished making a ponytail of his long hair from lockdown times..
https://media.gettyimages.com/id/1165610791/photo/young-female-soccer-player-warming-up-on-field-before-game.jpg?s=612x612&w=gi&k=20&c=4o5uOAQ4PkZ9NcC3jAMFijkhAiiacfOb6VvJakAbIDU=
r: chi bhayya, your hair is such a mess..
a: hey ritu, why don't you mind your own business..
r: you should try my shampoo and conditioner bhayya, it will make your hair pretty and smooth..
a: I am not a girl, to have my hair pretty..
r: you still look pretty girly bhayya, with such long hair, and you even wore ponytail high like us girls..haha..
ankit got offended, and removed his ponytail and put it in a man bun..
ritu was watching smiling..
a: stop fucking smiling and get out my little sister..
ritu countered 'I am not that little any more, mommy told I am almost your height'
a: achaa, talking against your big brother.. he twisted her arm..
ritu in pain 'okay, okay, sorry bhayya, leave me'
a: that's better..
she left the room.. only to face repeated similar incidents next few days..
ritu was honestly trying to see her bhayya's hair maintained properly.. but he was resistant to make his already long hair more girly.. and he got his mom's support..
where she would say 'stop bugging your brother ritu, he doesn't want to try all those things, he is not a girl for god's sakes'
ritu was sweet girl who only tries to see his brother cooperate more, but was daunted by both of them..
then came the phone call, and her mom said, 'ritu, you got the admission'
ritu was screaming..
a: what's happening..
m: well your little sister is going to the .. school, with her cousins..
ritu got offended.. 'I am not little any more'
ankit was slightly happy that she will be away in another city with cousins and no one to bug him about his hair..
In a week after, ritu was ready to go live with their cousins..
Occassionally, mom would visit ritu, but ankit was lazy and used to hang around home..
Two years passed, he barely saw her in video calls, though the lockdown was over, he hasn't got a haircut, and kind of got used to it, putting in a man bun, as he seen the latest trend. His mom
wasn't against it as well..
#607
Vinay(Monday, 07 August 2023)
Aditi what happened waiting for your story continue more parts
#608
AJI(Monday, 07 August 2023 10:00)
Adithi, please continue....... At least give one part a day......
#609
Aurin khan(Monday, 07 August 2023 10:40)
Updated my one of favourite story
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/stangers-to-partner-3
#610
Supporter(Monday, 07 August 2023 12:14)
Nice fun times keep it going
#611
aditi(Monday, 07 August 2023 13:28)
IG CELEBRITY-83
After completing the boating, we had to walk 1 km to reach the car. Once we reached the car, we started moving towards the next location, a viewpoint. We got dropped off from the car and started
walking, but we noticed some food stalls along the way. Abhi suggested, "Akka, shall we have some maggie before we go?" Everyone liked the idea, and we decided to have it there. Abhi enthusiastically
pulled me, and we sat on a bench. I was sitting with my legs apart like a guy, feeling tired from the walk. Indhu noticed and playfully hit my leg to close them, and I obliged. We enjoyed our maggie
and then went to see the viewpoint, which was breathtaking and offered a beautiful view. We took numerous selfies and pictures to capture the moment.
Afterward, we headed to another location and then back to the resort. The car stopped in the main area of the city, and Abhi and I were told to wait in the car while the others went somewhere. We
passed the time by looking at the photos on our phones. After a while, they returned with a bag, and when we asked where they went, they just laughed. We went back to the resort and started moving
towards our room, feeling quite tired. I changed into a green night dress with a white floral design jumpsuit-like pattern and lay down on the bed.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/93/73/649373c28f94e2721ada7d7895ed8293.jpg
Aditi akka invited me to join her on the next bed while I was trying to arrange my hair. She gently put my hair in a bun on top of my head, saying, "This is fine di!" Then we moved to the next room,
where everyone was laying on the bed, using their mobiles, and commenting on the chilly climate. Suddenly, Aditi akka playfully fell on them, and everyone burst into laughter. Swetha asked me to come
near her, but I hesitated. However, she easily lifted me in the air and put me on the bed, and we all had a good laugh.
We played around for a while until the doorbell rang, and they brought the food. They took the food outside and gave Abhi and me our separate meals. I noticed that Indhu akka seemed to be telling
Abhi something, and then Abhi asked me, "Hey Dhivu! Come di! We will go to the next room?" I asked her why, as we could eat together, but she playfully pulled me to the next room.
Curious, I asked, "What happened di? Why are we here?" Abhi explained, "They want to have some fun, it seems, di! So they asked us to eat here. They will eat later, it seems." I replied, "So what di?
We can also have fun right!" She chuckled and teased me, saying, "You are such a small girl, di."
We had dinner and talked about school. Abhi asked me if I planned to join school, and although I didn't give a direct answer, I hinted that it might happen. Later in the night, I woke up and realized
that Abhi and I were sleeping in the same bed. Feeling a bit awkward, I moved to the next bed and arranged the bedsheet on Abhi before going back to sleep.
#612
aditi(Monday, 07 August 2023 13:29)
IG CELEBRITY-84
I was woken up by the sound of Aditi and Indhu akka talking with each other. I pulled the bedsheet to see them, and it was already bright outside, but the climate was cool. Indhu noticed me and
teasingly said, "Looks like the little devil is ready to wake up!" Aditi akka playfully hit her and said, "Don't call her my sister like that, di!" Then Aditi came near me and urged, "Sweetie, wake
up! We have to start early!" I tried to cover myself with the bedsheet again, but she playfully pulled it away and started combing my hair, encouraging me to get up. Reluctantly, I got out of bed and
headed to the bathroom to get ready.
After completing my morning routines, I asked, "Akka, could you please pass me the towel?" Aditi akka handed me the towel along with my inners. I took my bath and came out wearing the red inners.
Aditi akka was waiting outside, looking stunning in a blue and white checked shirt folded up to her biceps, paired with a matching white pant. I complimented her on her outfit, and she thanked me
with a smile.
She handed me a white netted gown with red polka dots, and inside was a red cloth to match the dress. It was a beautiful outfit, but I had never worn such a girly dress before. I hesitated and asked,
"Akka, this dress looks so girly! Is there any other dress?" She reminded me, "Sweetie, I've already told you, this trip is to teach you certain things. You need to learn to handle this type of
dress. It's long, and you need to take shorter steps, or you might slip. So wear this, di!" I didn't fully understand why I had to learn all this, but she insisted.
I questioned her further, saying, "But you are wearing a shirt and pant! Why can't I wear a similar dress, akka?" She explained, "Sweetie, no matter what I wear, I will always look girly. People
won't look twice at me. But if you wear more boyish clothes, it might raise doubts about you being a boy. We've already discussed this, sweetie!" She was right; we had discussed this before, so I
agreed and put on the dress. It was indeed long and different from what I was used to. Aditi akka combed my hair and tied a ribbon that matched the dress into a knot. She told me I looked beautiful,
and we headed outside.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/11/8d/fd118dfce460ba0dd10db4b1ef9ea915.jpg
Out there, Abhi was wearing a dress that reached her thighs, adorned with white and yellow sunflower designs. She had her hair free-flowing with a clip hairstyle, looking pretty. Abhi complimented
me, saying, "Hey Dhivu! I thought I would dress pretty, but it seems you look prettier than me, di! Beautiful dress!" I smiled and tried to return the compliment, "No di! You look pretty, Abhi! Your
dress is awesome, di! Where did you buy it?" We admired each other's outfits, and then we all gathered to move towards the car for the day's adventures.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/11/67/bd/1167bd9092fd9171ac2c50baa74b4994.jpg
I noticed that Indhu akka and Swetha akka were also dressed in shirts and pants. Among the group of girls, I was the only guy dressed in a girly outfit. After a quick photoshoot with Aditi akka, we
all took some pictures together. Once we posted them on our social media accounts, we proceeded towards the car to begin our day.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/1e/1c/fe1e1ce4c32977d82d2580f00fa0b534.jpg
#613
aditi(Monday, 07 August 2023 13:30)
IG CELEBRITY-85
We parked the car and entered the restaurant to have our breakfast. While waiting for our food, we scrolled through our mobiles to check the photos we took earlier. Suddenly, we heard a distant voice
getting closer, calling out, "Abhirami akka! Abhirami akka!" I turned around to find two girls who looked alike, dressed in skirts and tops with long hair braided in a single plait. They were twins
and looked incredibly cute together. Abhi responded, "Hey Amira and Zara! What are you doing here, di?" They replied, "Hi akka! We came for a trip! What are you doing here? We never expected to see
you here."
Abhi introduced me to them, saying, "Hey Amira and Zara! This is Divya, who might be joining our school as well, di!" The twins greeted me, "Hi Divya Akka! So, she will be part of our arts club too?"
in unison. Abhi laughed and said, "We can convince her," and winked. After the twins left, Abhi told me, "Those are Amira and Zara! Famous twins from our school. They are studying in the 7th
standard." I nodded in acknowledgment. She also told me about the arts club, which was a club for showcasing any talent. I chuckled, thinking that I had the talent of pretending to be someone
else.
We then set out for the first location, which was a forest-like area. As we walked, the twins joined me, and we reached a place with stairs and a beautiful view of nature. I stopped and admired the
surroundings, feeling a sense of warmth. Zara suggested, "Dhivya akka, stand there like that! It looks good!" They started taking photos, and we proceeded to another location that resembled a
shooting spot, perfect for a photoshoot. We chatted and took great photos together.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/6e/a8/d86ea8907311a2c7cd7c4da4c5ed498e.jpg
After some time, I sat on a tree stump that looked like a makeshift chair. I noticed my hair bow was loose, so I adjusted it before continuing to explore the location. As we made our way back to the
car, Amira showed me a photo she took of me adjusting my hair bow, and it looked pretty, capturing a girly moment that I wasn't entirely used to. I complimented her, but mistakenly called her Zara,
as they were identical twins.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/d0/2f/53d02f0bac6d0e30856ed60cde043294.jpg
Next, we went to the zoo and enjoyed observing the animals in the pleasant weather. I spent most of my time with Amira and Zara, occasionally with Abhi too. I grew closer to them; they were sweet and
talented twins who danced classical dances and performed expressions beautifully.
However, later that day, I discovered they were going to the 8th standard in the same school I would be joining. It was likely they wouldn't call me akka anymore. I hesitated to tell them right away,
as they had been addressing me as akka all along. I didn't want to ruin the day, so I decided to continue as is for now.
#614
aditi(Monday, 07 August 2023 13:31)
IG CELEBRITY-86
We departed for the day and finally reached home. At night, we all sat in the same room, chatting and sharing funny incidents from our lives. They expected me to tell a story too, but all my stories
would reveal my true identity. So, I managed to dodge the request and avoided sharing anything.
After a few hours of talking, Indhu akka and Abhi fell asleep on one bed, while Swetha akka and I continued chatting. Swetha akka brought up the topic, saying, "Hey Kutty! It seems you might join our
school! My mom told me." Aditi akka interrupted, saying, "Yeah di! But she didn't do well on the entrance test, so your mom is not letting her join in 10th standard." Swetha akka added, "Yes, she
told me that too. She wants her to join 8th standard." I was shocked and looked at Abhi to check if she was sleeping or not. I asked them to talk quietly and pleaded, "Akka! Abhi doesn't know this
yet. Please talk softly! I will tell her later." They seemed surprised that I hadn't told Abhi yet, but they understood and Swetha akka reassured me, "Wait for a few months, Sweetie. I will talk to
my mom and try to get you moved to 10th standard. She might be stubborn, but she will understand." I felt a glimmer of hope that I might eventually get to join 10th standard, even though I wasn't
supposed to be at the school at all.
I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, I found myself in my own room, and Aditi akka was sleeping in her bed. I wondered how I got there, as I couldn't remember walking back since I had been
sleeping. Aditi akka woke me up and asked me to get ready. This time, I wore a red dress with white polka dots that reached just above my knees, along with a matching hairband. I couldn't help but
wonder when Aditi akka bought all these matching outfits. I didn't say anything and simply wore the dress.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e1/7b/c1/e17bc178d76a1b82941096c77b8e5133.jpg
Aditi akka was wearing a white shirt-like dress with a floral skirt that reached her thighs, revealing most of her thighs. I asked her, "Are you going to wear this akka? It seems a bit revealing."
She laughed and said, "Sweetie! It's a tourist spot, and you'll see many people wearing dresses like this. We can wear such outfits during our trips only."
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/d9/46/c6d946c3129d28556883185a5d403c44.jpg
Later, we all gathered, dressed so girly today, and greeted each other before setting off. Our first location was a waterfall. It was a breathtaking sight, with Aditi akka and Swetha akka moving to
an area with rocks, sitting on one of them directly opposite the waterfall. The view was mesmerizing, and words couldn't do it justice. Later, Indhu akka went to an area with water and started
swimming in her dress. Swetha akka warned her about getting her dress wet, but Indhu akka insisted they'd dry later as they'd enjoy this view until the evening. Soon, they tricked and convinced Aditi
akka and Abhi to join them in the water. They tried to get me to come as well, but I was hesitant as it might reveal something about me. They left me alone for a while, and I stood, taking photos of
them.
Suddenly, I felt someone nearby and turned to see Indhu akka trying to push me into the water. I quickly tried to escape, but the rock area was slippery, and I ended up falling on a rock, hitting my
face. Everything went black, and I could hear them shouting my name. I regained consciousness briefly, but then I felt unconscious again.
#615
fun times 2(Monday, 07 August 2023 15:56)
It's been 2 years since ritu had gone to their cousin's place...
ankit was standing infront of the mirror.. angry with his mom, as she recently assigned him the task that he should brush his hair daily for atleast few minutes..
'ughh, this feels useless, I could play video games instead of wasting my time doing this'...
https://i2-prod.nottinghampost.com/incoming/article2537488.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200b/0_JAJ_TEM_120219Jensen_001JPG.jpg
his hair was loose and on the front, as he is stroking few strands at a time. As he was sulking while brushing his long hair, he saw a reflection in the mirror, girl in jeans, crop top, top
bun.
https://www.pinkvilla.com/images/2022-09/ananya_panday_spotted_4.jpeg
'is that ritu' he thought to himself..
'nah, she might be the neighbor, ritu is a little girl' and continued brushing..
then there was the scream 'mom, I'm home'
a: oops.. it is her..
and within a minute, she was in his room, saw him and walking towards him..
r: hi ankit bhayya, missed you so much..
he turned towards her and did one last stroke with the hair brush from his head to the ends..
a: missed you too little sister.. he said in a low voice, to his not so little sister..
r: awww, ankit bhayya, you're brushing your long hair, that's so cute.. and she hugged him..
he was walloped in her huge hug, with her broader shoulders than him, maybe because of being tall..
he shrugged her off, and was looking up at his towering sister..
a: well you've become tall.. he is saying with a shy embarrassing look.
r: yes, a little, but well, well, look who got pretty..
a: who..
r: who else, you, little one, I mean ankit bhayya, look at all that hair, you look so pretty.. and she pinched his cheek..
a: what..
ritu was caressing his thick hair on his front..
r: don't be so shocked ankit bhayya, look at this, I am so jealous of you, I thought you would chop it off by now, but it looks beautiful, even though it could use some maintenance..
a: stop touching it.. he tapped on her hand..
r: alright, alright, bhayya, whatever, I thought you would be more sweeter than before, but you are the same, uggh..
she went out not so elated as she entered..
later at dinner..
Ankit and his mom were at the table..
m: did you brush your hair ankit..
a: ughh, I did mom..
he was nervously fidgeting with ponytail that was on his shoulder.. he keeps his hair in low pony in house..
m: what's wrong, why are you like that..
he was still in disbelief that ritu is almost a foot taller than him, at 5'10, while still fidgeting..
m: it's okay, you will grow, boys grew a little late..
a: that's not.. how did she knew he wondered..
m: I am your mom, I know everything, see there she is..
r: hi mom..
m: hi ritu..
r: hi ankit, that's a really cute ponytail, did you do that yourself ?..and she pinched his cheek again..
both mom and ankit were shocked at her behavior..
r: I am sorry, ankit BHAYYA.. she emphasized..
m: that's right, he is your big brother..
r: sorry mom, I used to refer to the elder cousins by their name, I got used to it..
m: yeah well, you are not there any more, you will respect your elders, understand.
r: yes mom.. she kept her head down and ate..
#616
fun times 3(Monday, 07 August 2023 15:58)
After a couple of days..
Ritu was reading a book in her room..
ankit walked in to her table..
r: yes bhayya, she looked at him..
a: mom just went outside, she asked me to give this milk..
r: sorry sweetie, I don't drink milk, can you get me a cup of coffee instead..
a: RITU, whom are you calling sweetie..
r: ohh sorry bhayya, I called by mistake, now will you get me a coffee..
a: I am not your servent, drink this, or..."oh, no"
he spilled the milk on the book..
ankit looks not that concerned, but only until ritu turned towards him, with angry big eyes... he said..
a: sorry ritu..
r: what the hell ankit, are you stupid..
a: hey I am your big brother..
r: hell with that ankit, do you know the value of this book, aunt gave me as a farewell gift, now you ruined it, Idiot!
a: careful with your words..
r: shut your fucking mouth, don't irritate me..
a: that's it, you are done little sister... seems like she forgot what I could do..
he grabbed her hand to twist..
ritu was smiling..
he tried again to twist, but could barely move it.. surprised at her strength..
r: what my big brother cannot twist my hand like before.. haha..
he got furious and looked around, seen her loose hair, and grabbed it, as much as he could reach..
r: auch, ahh, auch, ahh bhayya leave it..
she however got rid of his grip and pushed him aside..
ritu was a sweet girl, but he kind of triggered her...
she tied her loose hair in a bun, put a clutcher on it, while he is still on the floor.
#617
fun times 4(Monday, 07 August 2023 16:41)
that was when mom entered the room..
m: what is going on here, why are you fighting.. can't even let me go outside in peace..
then she saw ankit on the floor, ankit also started acting up, saying she pushed him for no reason..
m: what's wrong with you ritu, now you've grown little big, you think you can push him like that..
Ritu was trying to control her anger, but she knew mom's support was always with ankit bhayya..
nevertheless, they broke off, as ritu was waiting to have revenge for her pain, that hair pull was so hard, as it was kind of out of reach for him.. and he also blamed her for the milk spill..
After a couple of days, ritu has walked into ankit's room, he was brushing his hair..
ankit realized her walking from the mirror.. and suddenly turned around, grabbing his hair with hands..
r: It's okay ankit bhayya, I am not gonna pull it like you..
a: I am not worried..
r: haha, indeed that was a rather very girly move, surprised you would be so powerless now..
a: don't act smart ritu, you might be a little tall, but I am still stronger than you..
r: haha..
a: don't smile, I am..
r: well it's okay bhayya, I believe you, hahaha..
a: do you think it's funny, come on I challenge you for a hand wrestling..
he unnecessarily started it because of his ego..
r: I am okay.. she said immediately..
a: then let's start..
r: wait right now..
a: why, can you not, do you have to dress up and all..
r: acha, being smart ahh, this is enough for you, she makes a bun of her hair, then pulls out a scrunchie from her wrist and wraps around it.
ankit also kept his comb aside, and ties it into a man bun, but looking for a black hairtie..
r: what happened you need more time to ready sweetie..
ankit got angry..
a: I can't find my hair tie..
r: here you can borrow mine, she offers the blue scrunchie on her other wrist..
a: here you go, I got it.. as he found his hairtie
r: whatever.. rolled her eyes..
ankit and ritu sit infront of each other, with hairs tied up in buns, rather like a couple of sisters.. hehe..
within no time, as the game started..
a: wait wait I am not ready.. as his hand couldn't stand for even 5 seconds..
r: really.. now you are gonna do this..
a: once again..
r: alright...
they started again, with hands together, 3, 2, 1...
a: wait wait..
r: stop it ankit, I know you are ready this time..
the last try was no different..
a: no ritu, I don't accept this..
r: aww, what don't you accept sweetie, that you little sister is no more your little..
a: but, but,.. he was stuttering..
r: you are so sweet, now don't let macho big brother thing infront of me, okay?
ankit was speechless..
a: but, I am your...
r: STOP IT now, and I can show how much of a good sister I can be...
a: how..
r: for starters, I can take really good care of your hair, I always wanted to but you wouldn't let me...
a: I don't want you to do anything, it is good like this..
r: why, I can show you how wonderful it is to have it silky and smooth hair, you can braid, and do lot of hairstyles...
a: what, braid..
r: yes, it will keep your hair healthy..
a: no thanks, I will even chop it..
Ritu made her eyes bigger in anger, but then eased off and smiled at him..
r: aww, don't be silly sweetie.. she pinched his cheek..
a: who are you to say..
'ohh you are not going to listen like this, I will not let you chop your pretty hair, you will thank me' she said to herself..
a: what are you thinking..
r: ohh brother you are not thinking straight we will talk again.. I have to do something..
#618
fun times(Monday, 07 August 2023 16:44)
the end.
#619
Aditi fan(Monday, 07 August 2023 20:02)
Excellent narration. Sprb akka
#620
Aji(Tuesday, 08 August 2023 03:20)
Fantastic aditi.. Love you girl...
#621
Prameela(Tuesday, 08 August 2023 09:35)
https://youtu.be/TQ8eiQdfaRM
#622
Satya(Tuesday, 08 August 2023 11:36)
Aditi waiting for next part
#623
Abeena(Tuesday, 08 August 2023 12:09)
Aditi, waiting for the next part of Divi kuty.
#624
hii(Tuesday, 08 August 2023 12:54)
Sk
#625
Venu(Wednesday, 09 August 2023 06:52)
Aditi waiting for your reply as soon as possible post new part
#626
Prema(Wednesday, 09 August 2023 07:09)
In a town where tradition and culture held strong, lived a man named Rajiv. He was known for his charismatic charm but unfortunately, also for his philandering ways. Rajiv's wife, Anjali, had endured
years of heartache due to his infidelity. She was a woman of strength, who believed in finding a unique solution to address her husband's behavior.
One day, after learning about an old practice from her grandmother, Anjali decided to take matters into her own hands. She requested a meeting with the women of the town, seeking their support and
expertise. She shared her idea of using a traditional saree punishment to make Rajiv realize the gravity of his actions.
The women were intrigued and decided to support Anjali's plan. They believed that this approach could not only teach Rajiv a lesson but also remind the entire community about the importance of
fidelity and respect in marriage.
On the chosen day, the women gathered at Anjali's house, bringing with them a special saree that was vibrant and ornate. Anjali explained her plan to the group: Rajiv would be made to wear the saree
for a day, and he would be required to perform household chores while wearing it.
With the saree hung prominently in the living room, Rajiv was called in for a family meeting. Anjali explained her reasoning, expressing her desire to salvage their marriage and help Rajiv truly
understand the pain he had caused. Rajiv, initially taken aback, realized the sincerity behind her intentions.
Reluctantly, he agreed to go through with the punishment. The women helped him drape the saree, and as the fabric flowed around him, he felt an unfamiliar vulnerability. Anjali then handed him a list
of household tasks he was expected to complete throughout the day.
As Rajiv carried out his chores, he found himself struggling with the unfamiliar attire. The saree, usually seen as a symbol of grace and femininity, had him reevaluating his behavior and pondering
the impact of his actions on his family. He began to see the weight of his actions through a different lens.
Throughout the day, Rajiv encountered curious looks from neighbors and friends who had heard about the unique punishment. His embarrassment and self-reflection grew with every encounter. As the day
came to an end, Rajiv took off the saree, humbled and remorseful.
The experience prompted Rajiv to engage in honest conversations with Anjali. He realized the hurt he had caused and committed to making amends. Together, they sought counseling, addressing the root
causes of Rajiv's philandering behavior.
News of the saree punishment and Rajiv's subsequent transformation spread through the town. The practice of using traditional methods to address modern challenges caught the attention of many,
leading to open conversations about relationships, fidelity, and personal growth.
Anjali's bold and innovative approach not only mended her own marriage but also sparked a shift in attitudes toward infidelity in the community. The saree punishment became a symbol of
self-reflection and accountability, reminding everyone that even in the face of adversity, traditional values could still guide them toward a path of healing and understanding.
#627
Prema(Wednesday, 09 August 2023 07:15)
In a bustling household in the heart of an Indian town, lived a young boy named Arjun. Arjun had long, silky hair that cascaded down his back, a characteristic that set him apart from his friends. He
loved his hair, and his three elder sisters - Meera, Aisha, and Neha - adored it as well.
One sunny afternoon, with laughter echoing through the house, Arjun's sisters decided it was time for a special hair braiding session. They had always enjoyed experimenting with different hairstyles,
and today they wanted to create a unique and intricate braid for Arjun.
Gathering in the living room, Arjun sat on a comfortable cushion while his sisters surrounded him, excitedly discussing their plan. Meera, the eldest, took charge. She began by gently detangling
Arjun's hair, running her fingers through the soft strands to remove any knots.
As Meera worked, Aisha and Neha prepared the necessary tools: a fine-tooth comb, a few hairpins, and a beautifully embroidered ribbon that would serve as the finishing touch. Aisha poured a fragrant
hair oil into her palms, warming it slightly before massaging it into Arjun's scalp. The soothing touch and the subtle fragrance relaxed Arjun, making him feel pampered and cherished.
With Arjun's hair now oiled and detangled, Meera sectioned his hair into three equal parts. She started by taking a small strand from the left section and crossed it over to the center. Then, she
picked up a strand from the right section and crossed it over to the center as well. The braiding process had begun.
As Meera continued braiding, Aisha and Neha watched closely, offering words of encouragement and laughter. They reminisced about their childhood, where they had spent hours experimenting with each
other's hair. This time, however, it was Arjun who was the center of attention.
The braid grew longer and more intricate with each twist and turn. Meera carefully incorporated additional strands from the sides, creating a beautiful pattern. Aisha and Neha took turns holding the
strands in place to ensure a smooth and even braid.
Once the braid reached its end, Meera secured it with a hairpin, ensuring it stayed in place. The sisters exchanged satisfied glances - the braid was a work of art. To complete the look, they gently
tied the embroidered ribbon around the base of the braid, adding a touch of elegance.
Arjun turned to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes lighting up with delight. The intricately braided hair was a masterpiece, a reflection of the love and care his sisters had poured into their
creation. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for his sisters and their bond, knowing that this shared experience was a memory he would treasure forever.
As the afternoon sun began to set, Arjun's beautifully braided hair became a symbol of the strong and loving connection he shared with his sisters. The experience not only allowed him to showcase a
unique hairstyle but also reminded him of the importance of family, the power of touch, and the art of creating beauty through shared moments.
Aditi and prema yours story very super � please continue pa
#636
Aji(Thursday, 10 August 2023 12:59)
Aditi kutty, please di chellam continue di......
#637
Goutham(Thursday, 10 August 2023 22:51)
Aditi we are waiting for ur update please
#638
Aji(Friday, 11 August 2023 09:23)
Aditi, please give update di..
#639
Nina(Friday, 11 August 2023 09:27)
https://youtu.be/yvN7e2Ik7Ek
#640
Riya(Friday, 11 August 2023 10:34)
Aditi sister, please update, 4 days complete
#641
Jhanvi(Friday, 11 August 2023 23:04)
Hii Aditi, please continue your story
#642
Sravan(Saturday, 12 August 2023 08:12)
Aaditi waiting for your story
#643
is aditi dead(Saturday, 12 August 2023 09:12)
Please reply
#644
Aditi fan(Saturday, 12 August 2023 22:00)
Hope you are busy and doing good.waiting for your story with love
#645
Love(Saturday, 12 August 2023 22:52)
Thank God Aditi passed away
#646
Love and is aditi dead(Sunday, 13 August 2023 09:19)
Why are you guys posting hateful comments?if aditi is busy that should be fine.They have their own life and their problems
#647
AJI(Sunday, 13 August 2023 11:35)
aditi, what happened. are you busy or something bad happened to you. Anyway please get back here well and soon
#648
Gouthami(Sunday, 13 August 2023 20:54)
Hii aditi akka I'm fan of ur stories, what happened akka ,please continue akka please
#649
Nina(Monday, 14 August 2023 12:25)
https://youtu.be/wsmj0glLuwo
Boy to girl transformation
#650
Sanal(Monday, 14 August 2023)
Aditi, I am a fan of your story. Pls continue maam
#651
Aditi(Tuesday, 15 August 2023 02:24)
Stuck in personal work. Will be updating soon.
#652
Radhika(Tuesday, 15 August 2023 03:41)
Tq for ur reply,
#653
Aji(Tuesday, 15 August 2023 04:30)
Is this our real aditi kutty or someone using her name. If it's real aditi, thank you for your reply di. Love you di�����
#654
Joshna(Tuesday, 15 August 2023 11:28)
Aditi sis,please post atleast next part tonight
#655
Enough is enough(Wednesday, 16 August 2023 03:16)
IG Celebrity is far too long. Aditi doesn't need to continue it.
#656
Stop aditi(Wednesday, 16 August 2023 11:07)
Stop aditi
#657
AJI(Thursday, 17 August 2023 01:51)
Aditi, pls give atleast one part di...
#658
..(Thursday, 17 August 2023 02:12)
Aditi pls pa continue pa........
#659
Bakvas aditi(Thursday, 17 August 2023 05:13)
Don't continue your bakvas story Aditi, it's too much of rubbish and your making too lengthy just like a rubber,if you pull too much it will broke,so just stop your story.
The 4th part of my story ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND is published on opinionrafter.com Please do check it out. If anyone want to read my story here, then please comment below and I will publish the same
story here.
#666
Abeena(Sunday, 20 August 2023 04:22)
To Unknown (Comment #741). Thank you for sharing the link..
Gender role reversal(Sunday, 20 August 2023 13:18)
Please Write gender role reversal story boy in saree, girl in pant
#669
Nina(Monday, 21 August 2023 08:50)
https://youtu.be/MKjCGtDdxNE
#670
Harshita(Monday, 21 August 2023 09:53)
Please some on write story on role reversal
#671
Subhashini(Monday, 21 August 2023 23:44)
Thank you srilakshmi you were one of the best writers we had. All the best and take care. Congratulations on your marriage.
#672
Abeena(Tuesday, 22 August 2023 10:44)
Hi guys, my story in opinioncrafter.com, ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND part 1 gets more than 1k views. IF you want please check out my story on opinoioncrafter.com
#673
Rama Maruthi(Tuesday, 22 August 2023 11:14)
dear srilakshmi all the best and we wish ur parter will cooperte and support ur secret
Oh srilakshmi that sounds great that you are getting married God bless you and congrats.
#676
Rohini(Tuesday, 22 August 2023 23:37)
Congratulations srilakshmi.
#677
Aanya(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:43)
Part 1: The Small Village Clinic
In a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and vibrant greenery, two best friends, Santhosh and Madhan, found themselves grappling with the complexities of life. Santhosh, once a cheerful and
vibrant soul, now wore a heavy cloak of despondency after a heart-wrenching breakup. Madhan, the steadfast and caring friend, watched as Santhosh's spirits plummeted with each passing day.
One afternoon, as they lounged beneath the shade of a banyan tree, Madhan broached an idea that had been whispered through the village like a secret breeze: the mysterious clinic of Doctor Rajan.
With a reputation that veered on the edge of myth, Doctor Rajan was rumored to offer an unusual remedy for the deepest of sorrows.
Curiosity stirred within Santhosh as Madhan described the clinic's unique solution—a potion that could immerse the drinker in a dream world of their choosing. It was an opportunity to escape the
harsh realities of life and explore the realms of the mind. The potion held the power to transport them to a place where dreams were woven into the fabric of reality.
Madhan's eyes gleamed with hope as he implored Santhosh to consider this unconventional remedy. "Imagine," he said, "a chance to escape the weight of our troubles and explore a world beyond our
own."
Santhosh was hesitant, caught between the allure of possibility and the chains of skepticism. But the promise of liberation tugged at his heart, a glimmer of light in the darkness that had clouded
his world for far too long.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the village, Santhosh and Madhan made a pact. They would embark on this mysterious journey together, in search of solace,
understanding, and perhaps even a glimpse of something more profound than they could ever imagine.
Little did they know that the road ahead would be lined with dreams that blurred the lines of reality, challenging their perceptions of self, friendship, and the power of the human spirit.
#678
Aanya(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:44)
Part 2: The Potion of Dreams
With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, Santhosh and Madhan set forth to the enigmatic clinic that held the key to their potential salvation. The clinic, nestled on the outskirts of the
village, exuded an aura of mystery, like a portal to uncharted realms.
The moment they stepped into the clinic's waiting room, a sense of wonder enveloped them. Walls adorned with intricate tapestries depicted dreams woven into vibrant patterns, each one telling a story
of its own. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the room itself held the collective hopes and fears of those who had come seeking solace.
A door creaked open, and Doctor Rajan emerged, his eyes harboring the wisdom of ages. He welcomed the two friends with a gentle smile, as if he already knew the secrets they carried within their
hearts. In a hushed voice, he unveiled the essence of his clinic: the Potion of Dreams.
The potion, a translucent elixir that shimmered like stardust, rested in delicate vials before them. Doctor Rajan explained that this elixir had the power to transport them to a dreamscape of their
choosing, a world in which they could reshape their identities, explore their desires, and confront their fears.
As they listened, Santhosh's skepticism gave way to curiosity, drawn by the possibility of an escape from the heavy cloud that had consumed him. Madhan's unwavering belief in the potential for change
further fueled Santhosh's willingness to take a leap of faith.
With exchanged glances of shared determination, they each selected a vial of the Potion of Dreams. Doctor Rajan offered them a parting thought: "In your dreams, you shall find not only what you seek,
but also what you need. Remember that your journey is guided by the heart within."
As the potion touched their lips, a sweet warmth spread through their bodies, and their surroundings blurred. They closed their eyes, embarking on a journey beyond the boundaries of reality, where
dreams and the waking world intertwined in ways they could never have imagined.
#679
Aanya(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:44)
Part 3: Designing a New Reality
Santhosh and Madhan's consciousness drifted, suspended between wakefulness and the depths of slumber. Colors swirled around them like a painter's palette, and the boundaries of reality dissolved into
a canvas of endless possibilities.
As the haze cleared, they found themselves standing in a realm that mirrored their surroundings, yet possessed an ethereal quality. Before them stood Doctor Rajan, a serene smile on his lips.
"Welcome to your canvas of dreams," he said, his voice a melodious whisper.
Around them lay a spectrum of choices, each like a door to a new world. Santhosh's gaze landed on a depiction of a tranquil village, nestled between lush hills and a glistening river. Madhan's eyes
settled on another door, revealing a bustling cityscape filled with life and energy.
But it was another option that caught their attention, like a hidden treasure among the choices: the chance to inhabit the lives of two sisters, Aanya and Nisha, in a family of four. The sisters'
lives were intertwined in a dance of love, friendship, and sisterhood that resonated deeply within them.
With a shared nod of agreement, Santhosh and Madhan entered the door that would lead them into the lives of Aanya and Nisha. The world around them shifted and transformed, and they awakened in a new
reality.
Santhosh found himself in the body of Aanya, a vivacious and spirited young woman. The warmth of familial love enveloped him, as he became a part of a family that shared laughter, dreams, and
heartaches.
Madhan stepped into the role of Nisha, the elder sister who radiated a sense of responsibility and affection. Together, they embarked on a journey that would forge a bond that transcended time,
gender, and their own identities.
In this new existence, they discovered the intricate web of connections that defined the sisters' lives. They navigated the ups and downs of school, friendship, and family, finding solace in their
shared experiences.
As Aanya and Nisha, Santhosh and Madhan began to unravel the threads of sisterhood, experiencing life through the eyes of the other. They walked a path that led them to understanding, growth, and a
deepening sense of connection that went beyond the boundaries of their previous selves.
#680
Aanya(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:57)
Please lemme know if you like the concept. If yes, I will continue.
#681
Aanya(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 02:02)
Part 4: Embracing a New Identity
The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold as Aanya and Nisha began to awaken to the reality of their new lives. The soft light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room
that seemed to mirror the warmth blooming within their hearts.
As they stirred, the sensations of their changed bodies came to life. Aanya's fingers brushed against the soft curves that had replaced her familiar frame. She felt the weight of her chest, the
gentle rise and fall of her breath like a melody of life.
Nisha, too, experienced the transformation, her movements marked by the grace and elegance that had once seemed unattainable. She marveled at the subtle differences in her form—the contours that lent
an air of sophistication, the gentle sway that seemed to tell stories of womanhood.
In this newfound skin, they explored their reflections in the mirror, the eyes staring back at them a mixture of curiosity and recognition. The cascading tresses of hair framed their faces, a
testament to the intricate beauty of femininity.
Their exploration was interrupted by the familiar call of their mother, a reminder that even in this dreamlike world, the bonds of family remained unbroken. "Aanya, Nisha, breakfast is ready!" her
voice echoed through the house, a thread of connection that tied them to reality.
They made their way downstairs, their footsteps a symphony of curiosity and excitement. The scent of a hearty breakfast greeted them, and they settled into their places at the table, their movements
a blend of the familiar and the new.
As they savored each bite, Aanya and Nisha exchanged knowing glances. With every sip of tea and every morsel of food, they embraced the sensations of their transformed bodies. They felt the subtle
weight of their chests against the table, the way their dresses draped against their forms.
Amidst the shared laughter and the chatter of family, their mother's keen eye caught a detail that brought a blush to Aanya's cheeks. "Aanya, you forgot to wear a bra!" Her mother's amused tone held
a touch of surprise, and Aanya's embarrassment was palpable.
Nisha came to the rescue, her quick thinking saving the moment from further embarrassment. "It must have slipped our minds, but we'll fix it right away!" With a shared giggle, they excused themselves
and retreated to their room.
Behind closed doors, Nisha offered Aanya a guiding hand as they navigated the complexities of undergarments. Aanya's laughter was a melody that harmonized with Nisha's reassuring words, a symphony of
sisterhood that echoed through the room.
Once dressed, they shared a knowing glance—a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey they were embarking upon. With a newfound confidence, they returned to the breakfast table, their connection
deepened by the moments they had shared.
After breakfast, they retreated to the sanctuary of their bathroom for a bath. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, and as they explored their new forms, a sense of wonder filled the air. Their
fingers traced the lines that had become a part of them, a canvas of identity painted in the language of curves and contours.
As they bathed, the bond between Aanya and Nisha deepened. They laughed, they shared stories, and they reveled in the sensations that their new bodies offered. Their giggles held a touch of
naughtiness, a shared secret that bound them in a unique sisterhood.
Dressing in their school uniform dresses, they marveled at the way the fabric clung to their forms, as if acknowledging the beauty that now adorned them. They helped each other with buttons and
zippers, a ritual that symbolized the support they had always offered one another.
As they brushed their long hair, a shared feeling of empowerment settled upon them. Their hair flowed like cascading waterfalls, a symbol of femininity and strength. Their reflection in the mirror
was a testament to the journey they had undertaken, the journey to embrace a new identity and a new chapter in their lives.
With a sense of readiness, they left their home, their laughter echoing in the corridors as they made their way to school. Each step was marked by the lightness in their hearts, a reflection of the
journey they had embarked upon—the journey to discover their true selves and the world that awaited them.
#682
Nina(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 08:50)
https://youtu.be/B8kyogg9RMg
#683
Rashi(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 12:42)
@Aanya: Any story with two male characters is a turn-off!
#684
Kashmira Sen(Wednesday, 23 August 2023 13:07)
Aanya your story is too good
do continue it
#685
Misha(Thursday, 24 August 2023 06:29)
Good Story Aanya
#686
Aanya(Friday, 25 August 2023 09:08)
Part 5: Navigating School Life
With backpacks slung over their shoulders, Aanya and Nisha embarked on their journey to school, a realm that promised a new tapestry of experiences as they navigated life as young women. As they
reached the school gates, a flutter of excitement danced within them, mingling with the apprehension that comes with the unknown.
Before parting ways, they exchanged smiles and words of encouragement, a silent promise to navigate this day with courage. They said their goodbyes, and like two separate threads of the same
tapestry, they ventured towards their respective classrooms.
Aanya entered her classroom, where students milled about, laughter and conversations filling the air. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, a symphony of teenage life that seemed to play out in a
different rhythm from what they had known before.
Aanya, still adjusting to her new role, took a seat next to a boy without thinking twice. It wasn't until the teacher entered the room that she realized her mistake. The teacher's raised eyebrows and
gentle redirection made her blush with a mixture of embarrassment and understanding.
With a shy smile, Aanya gathered her belongings and moved to a seat among the girls, her heart racing with a newfound vulnerability. As she settled in, a gentle breeze swept through the classroom,
lifting the edge of her shirt. The realization hit her like a cool gust of wind—the delicate dress she wore was unlike anything she had worn before, and she quickly tugged her skirt down with a
mixture of surprise and bashfulness.
As the day unfolded, Aanya's presence didn't go unnoticed. The eyes of her classmates were drawn to her, their gazes lingering a moment longer. She exuded an innocence and curiosity that seemed to
cast a gentle spell, inviting attention without her even realizing it.
The boys, captivated by the sight of the new girl, exchanged whispers and glances, curiosity sparking in their eyes. The novelty of Aanya's presence was an unspoken thread that wove its way through
the classroom, and with every curious glance and shy smile, she began to carve her place in this new world.
Unbeknownst to Aanya, the first day had etched her into the memories of her classmates—an innocent and unassuming girl who had captured their attention. The dynamics of the classroom were shifting,
shaped by the presence of the girl who had entered their lives like a breath of fresh air. And as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Aanya stepped out of the classroom, carrying with her
the seeds of change she had unknowingly sown.
#687
Aanya(Friday, 25 August 2023 09:09)
Part 6: Navigating School Life as Nisha
Nisha entered her classroom with a blend of anticipation and nervousness, the rhythm of her footsteps matching the beating of her heart. She was acutely aware of the unfamiliar fabric that swayed
against her legs, the delicate sensation of her hair brushing against her shoulders, and the weight of her transformed body.
As she looked around the classroom, she noticed the clusters of girls engaged in animated conversations. The air seemed to buzz with an unspoken camaraderie that had eluded her in her previous life.
Taking a deep breath, Nisha found an empty seat, her fingers slightly trembling as she arranged her belongings.
The classmates around her exchanged curious glances, their eyes lingering a moment longer on the new girl in their midst. Nisha's cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and vulnerability, her heart
pounding with the knowledge that this was a day of new beginnings.
As the teacher began the class, Nisha's attention was drawn to a group of boys seated nearby. Their whispered conversations and stolen glances made her pulse quicken, and a subtle heat spread across
her cheeks. It was a new world of emotions and interactions that she was navigating, each glance and interaction stirring a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity.
The boy next to her leaned over, his voice soft yet audible. "Hi, I'm Rahul," he said with a warm smile. Nisha's heart raced, her shy smile mirroring his. The exchange of names was a gentle reminder
that she was stepping into a world where interactions held a different depth and meaning.
As the day progressed, Nisha found herself immersed in the rhythms of classroom life. She listened intently to the lessons, her fingers brushing against her hair or adjusting her glasses as she
absorbed the knowledge being imparted. Each movement seemed to echo with a sense of femininity she was still coming to terms with.
During a break, a group of girls approached Nisha, their smiles welcoming and curious. They struck up a conversation, their laughter resonating in the air as they shared stories and dreams. In the
midst of their camaraderie, Nisha's confidence grew, and the realization dawned that this new world held the promise of friendships that were unlike any she had experienced before.
As the bell signaled the end of the day, Nisha gathered her belongings, a sense of contentment and excitement settling within her. She had navigated a day filled with shy glances, friendly
interactions, and the gentle flutter of emotions that defined teenage life.
However, the day had one more surprise in store. As she walked towards the school gate, absorbed in her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into a table. In the process, her bag brushed against her
hip, causing a subtle but noticeable sway of her dress. Nisha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her heart racing as she realized that her body's movements held an undeniable allure.
The incident caught the attention of a group of boys nearby, their playful laughter and exchanged glances revealing that her presence had been duly noted. As Nisha walked away, her steps were a
delicate dance of self-awareness, each movement a reminder that she was no longer just an observer in the world of young women; she was a participant, navigating a journey filled with newfound
feelings, interactions, and a shy but growing sense of confidence.
#688
Aanya(Friday, 25 August 2023 09:12)
I got mixed comments on my last parts, therefore I have written few more parts.
Lemme know your comments and do share if you have any suggestions.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
#689
Nina(Friday, 25 August 2023 10:32)
https://youtu.be/UxmdbZaPfgc?si=CvRtMt2iCSLtfR5Y
#690
sissy bitch(Friday, 25 August 2023 17:25)
short story - a few thoughts from my imagination.
I was in my room, looking myself in the mirror doing final touches to my ponytail, and as I glanced to my right, there she was, sitting and meditating.. I was sad to see how similar we look being her
husband
https://st4allthings4p4ci.blob.core.windows.net/allthingshair/allthingshair/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2019/09/thick-and-long-ponytail-2.jpg
Promptly she opened her eyes, and staring right back at me, she said
"darling how long will you take to get ready, come and sit with me already"
I was angry at her, I was not used to all this. Hell, I'd never event spent more than a minute to comb my hair until three years ago. Alas, here I am, brushing my hair since past 15 minutes to
detangle and make it into this silky thick ponytail.
However, I wrapped up and sat next to her. She started teaching me to do yoga and stuff recently..
As I sit next to her with my legs folded, she reached out to my right shoulder..
She bent towards me and touched my bare skin that was left open from my sleeveless top, I became self aware and immediately pushed her..
next second, I felt a slap on my face, and her another hand was on my shoulder, where she was pinching my skin..
I was screeching in pain.. 'ahh, sanjana leave me, please' 'ahhh, please sanjana, what did I do'
she eased of my skin, I was rubbing it, as it was paining like hell.
Didn't I tell you to part your hair in the middle, do you think you are macho man to put a sleek back ponytail..
I was shocked, because she was wearing the same ponytail with her hair all brushed back, then why couldn't I.. and I said to her..
It was another tight slap I felt within this short span, I couldn't take it anymore, but I know I have to bear it, and can't show my feelings on my face. So I obliged, 'my mistake, I will do from
tomorrow'
all Sanjana could say was, 'that's right, don't you dare question my style' and then we continued the yoga session for a while without any questions asked. Imagining myself "when did I become this
sissy bitch for my own wife".
After the hour long session was over, I switched back to my night pants and t-shirt. I loosened up my high ponytail, and left the hair to hang loose. I stared at myself in the mirror with my gray
colored night pants, and a lavender t-shirt (don't know where she buys all these weird colored men's clothes for me), I was thankful that I don't need to wear that all-pink skin tight yoga attire for
a while as she was leaving for a trip tomorrow.
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQrCqLu1tqKaeaTVpzqqnAxY-zTsynu7JR5lA&usqp=CAU
Next morning, I woke up and finished my morning routine, walked to the living room in the same attire from last evening.
Sanjana was in a black business wear looking hot as hell.
https://connecteam.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Screen-Shot-2019-03-20-at-13.18.46.png
#691
Abeena(Saturday, 26 August 2023 03:14)
Aanya continue. Your story is looking good.
#692
Anmol(Monday, 28 August 2023 03:08)
I’m thinking of writing a multi-part story/ies now that I’ve got some time. Please let me know if you guys need some of my old stories continued or a new idea this time.
#693
Abeena(Monday, 28 August 2023 04:22)
Hey Anmol, pls write any story, make us engage....
#694
Sneha(Monday, 28 August 2023 07:13)
Sitting
It's a lovely evening with full of rain, My Internet is also not working and i informed same in my office so no disturbance. I thought of having some drinks, so i prepared some snacks and arranged
everything for self. I just had a peg and enjoying soft music then i heard my noisy door bell sound got irritated with that and went to check who is disturbing my pleasant evening. I opened door and
saw my maid came with full wet clothes i invited her and asked why you have came in this heavy rain she said she going thru here and struck in rain, so she came here to dry her clothes.
I gave her towel and told change the clothes since her clothes are totally wet, she said i don't have any extra pair. I gave her one of track, t-shirt with inners she laughed and said what is this
sir you are making me man. I laughed and said nothing like that you will get sick if you stay like that and she took my clothes and went inside. I prepared one more peg and having my drink. she came
to hall wearing my dress. she came near to me and asked me sir how i am looking i said handsome she don't know how to react but she gave a fake smile.
Immediately she changed the topic and asked sir why don't invite your neighbors for company, I told her i drink like to drink with men. Why sir i am observing from some many days you will speak with
me nicely but i never seen speaking with men some much time and also whenever you speak with men you are so uncomfortable. I said your are correct kiran i don't feel comfortable with men then she
asked what about women's company sir. I enjoy women's company and i struck because i don't want to tell her my secret. She laughed and said i wish you are woman sir see how pretty you are in men's
dress if you wear sari every men will ready to marry you.
I laughed and said thank you to her, she sat down on the floor i told her to sit on the chair. she declined after insisting thrice she sat on the chair, i asked will you drink kiran she said yes so i
gave her one peg she had one peg and said nice drink sir very smooth, i gave her another peg after having second peg her body language changed and started streching her legs and hands. She said sir
can we sit on the floor we will enjoy most, i said ok and we sat on the floor she had another peg and said sir you are really good. I said call me madhu she said madhu you know this is my dream to
wear men's clothes and to have a drink. I said is it do you like men's life or do you want to be a man.
She said yes i like to roam like men and they don't have any restrictions and everybody stares our body and everybody is interested in what we wear. I said if you like to be a man then i will make
you man she shocked and came back to sense and said sorry sir i said when i was in drunk. I asked her if you wish to be like that then i will help you anyway you don't have anyone like family just
staying like this whole life think about my offer. She left from my house so i gave her cap.
After she went i closed my main door and went inside my cupboard and wore my nightie, bangles and started washing kiran's clothes now i am thinking myself as a maid and kiran as my owner and after
washing the clothes i slept for the night in the morning i am hearing door bell rang and i forgot i am in nightie and i opened my main door i see my maid she seeing me in a shock and came inside and
went inside
#695
mvk(Monday, 28 August 2023 07:45)
Nice story
#696
Sneha(Monday, 28 August 2023 11:16)
Sitting
She turned around after entering in the house and gave me a typical look, i didn't understood meaning for her look and she raised her eye brow seeing me and i realized that i was in nightie and i
tried to escape from their she hold my hand firmly and pulled me back, I came back hit on the wall she kept her hands on the wall. I forgot to tell you that she still in my clothes and with a smile
on her face she said madhu don't try to escape for me if you tell everything truth i will help you. I pleaded her that i will all truth to her.
She removed her hands from the wall and went 2 steps back then kept her feet in 60 degree angle. I was looking at her feet but i didn't understood anything then i saw her face she just folded her
hands and looking some where not even looking at me. Seeing the angle of her feet i understood after some time, So i bent down and removed her slippers she said wonderful dear now you started
understanding. I was silent what to say then kiran told me to follow her she just roamed all the rooms and came back near to me, i am still standing aside waiting for her. She came to hall and sat on
the sofa keeping her legs on near by table. I was about to sit beside she told me to sit on the floor. I am trying to sit on the floor but unable to sit because i don't know how to sit in nightie so
i seen in movies that women sit keeping legs straight and sit so i did same, kiran started laughing.
I said kiran please leave me what i did to you, kiran slapped me hardly on my face and said kiran sir. My face become red and with holding my tears i said sorry. Kiran asked me to tell my story and
same time she ordered me to press her legs. I slowly started pressing her legs and told i am crossdresser some times i like to dress up as a women and when i dressup i behave like a women, that's why
i never mingled with men.
Kiran told me to sit on the sofa, i sat on the sofa and told me that yesterday night she roamed all the nights and enjoyed a lot as a man. She kept cap so nobody recognized her that she is a woman
and she want this life from know, so she came in excitement to take my offer. Then she saw me and played with me.I was totally relieved after listening to her and she said sorry for behaving with me
like that to know my secret she said she acted like that. I said kiran today i am not going to office if you are interested i will make you from today she said i am already man. then i cutted her
hair and gave her nice manly look, she got ready i called one of my friends she is looking for adopting a boy and i took her kiran to their.
Me and kiran went to my friend meena's house, kiran was shocked seeing meena's beauty at that age how she is maintaining her beauty we both discussed privately me and meena and i told everything
about kiran and meena agreed to adopt kiran as her son. Kiran and meena hugged each other and meena showed kiran his room and came to me.
#697
Priya(Monday, 28 August 2023 12:50)
Sneha superb...... Waiting for next parts......
#698
Ranjini(Tuesday, 29 August 2023 03:06)
sneha please continue your story superb
#699
Nina(Tuesday, 29 August 2023 10:40)
https://youtu.be/E9-K8s1jano?feature=shared
#700
Ramya(Wednesday, 30 August 2023 09:44)
Sneha please give update next part
#701
Sneha(Wednesday, 30 August 2023 12:26)
Sitting
Meena Came to me after kiran went to his room, I said Meena you are looking like a bomb. Meena said thank you madhu recently i started taking foods with high estrogen content. That's why you are
looking exactly like a middle aged women i said. Meena said you know my life dream to become mom and to raise a boy. Yeah i know dear that's why i brought you a good boy meena said thank you.
After a while said madhu who is this guy and i told you i want to raise a F2M boy because nobody supported me so i want to support one person who is facing issues with society. I said that boy is my
maid immediately meena said your maid no way both of you get out of my house. I said calm down meena please listen to me let me explain in detail. First you wish to be a mom as a mother you shouldn't
show any difference due to her past life. Meena said but he grown up in slums i said he will learn everything he got a great mother. Meena said thank you i will take care of my son.
Meena asked me what about her age, I again got struck and said he is elder than you. What she exclaimed in a shock how can i will become mother for him who is elder than me. I said you want to raise
teenage he has all the energy of teenage guy and want to do everything that teenage boy wants to do. meena said i doubt i told to call him and ask. Meena immediately called kiran, Kiran came wearing
sleeveless t-shirt and short i just gave naughty look to meena.
Kiran: Yeah mom what happened
Madhu: Nothing dear mom want to understand you better so she just want to know your likes and dislikes
Kiran: I want to complete bachelors, Bike driving and girl friends after all that i will get a good job and i will take care of my mom for my whole life saying that kiran hugged meena from side
Meena: said Thank you very much dear and kissed on kiran cheeks
Madhu: after job you don't bring any daughter in law
Kiran: Why only daughter in law, she will get grand kids too
Madhu: oho very nice will you take care of your mom like this whole life
kiran: yes uncle not only me my wife and my kids also will respect her same like me
Meena hugged kiran tightly and they both become some emotional, after some time they recollected they conscious and meena told kiran to go and take some rest. After kiran left meena said madhu i
don't know you have a such progressive thinking and with your views you changed me a lot. Let me tell you one thing one billionarie lady who lost her whole family once she asked me to adopt her as my
son.
I said ok very sad you should have adopted her. Meena said will you be her mom
#702
Priya(Wednesday, 30 August 2023 13:51)
Sneha awesome I expected madhu will be daughter in law for meena.....
#703
vidya cd(Thursday, 31 August 2023 02:17)
https://vidhyastories.blogspot.com/
hii frnds my new cd story. Im sarted to write pls support me and comment your reviews
#704
Aji(Thursday, 31 August 2023 02:19)
Any updates on IG CELEBRITY aditi kutty... Your fan is still waiting for the story.........
#705
kashmira sen(Thursday, 31 August 2023 13:11)
sneha the queen is back
please do continue
#706
Shriya(Saturday, 02 September 2023 12:47)
Sneha complete your story
#707
shyam(Saturday, 02 September 2023 23:02)
sneha your story is good please continue and confused about meena is she trans or cd character
#708
Shruti(Sunday, 03 September 2023 08:03)
Hello all i have theme can anyone elaborate the story based on it ?
( Faceapp made him model, serial actress, daughter in law, finally mother) total feminization experiencing womanhood. A secret crossdresser trys Faceapp changed his gender and he looks gorgeous in
that pic. He bacame so excited so that he tried various stills one of the still which is south indian bridal look. By mistake it went viral among ad agencies and producers so that they want him as
leading actress at anycost. Like this can any one write the story.
#709
Rohan(Sunday, 03 September 2023 11:33)
Sneha looks like you're creating a very creative story write more
#710
Shilpa(Sunday, 03 September 2023 22:42)
Hi IAM Shilpa sneha your story is very nice i want to read more plz continue
#711
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 03:39)
Starting a new story
Please share your comments - butterfly359@protonmail.com
Part 1:
Karthik, a first-year engineering student and a diligent colleague, embarked on a solo journey to attend his cousin's wedding in India. Although his family had already arrived, he chose to make the
journey separately. Settling into his train compartment, Karthik stashed his suitcase and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Part 2:
During the night, as the train rattled along, Karthik was roused from his slumber by the arrival of a Punjabi family boarding the train. Observing them briefly, he paid them little mind and resumed
his sleep. The morning sun found him awakening, and he gathered his belongings to continue his journey to his cousin's wedding.
Part 3:
Upon reaching the hotel, Karthik reunited with his mother and sister. Deciding to freshen up before the festivities, he took a bath and prepared to dress for the occasion. However, when he opened his
suitcase, confusion washed over him. Instead of his clothes, the suitcase held traditional Indian women's attire: Lehenga Choli, Saree, and even undergarments. Reminders of the family from the train
stirred his perplexity. With time running short and shops still closed at 6 in the morning, Karthik was left in a truly baffling situation.
Part 4:
Seeking guidance, Karthik called his mother and sister to explain the unexpected swap. As they arrived and saw the contents of the suitcase, laughter filled the room. His sister playfully remarked
that the dresses were exquisite and teased him about his potential new college wardrobe. His mother joined in the jesting, claiming she had her suspicions all along. Karthik then recounted the events
that led to this wardrobe mix-up.
Part 5:
With no immediate solutions, his mother proposed an unconventional idea—trying on the outfit. Initially resistant, Karthik was persuaded to attempt wearing one of the traditional dresses. As he
donned the attire meant for women, a mix of amusement and awkwardness filled the room.
#712
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 03:41)
Part 6:
To everyone's surprise, the dress fit Karthik perfectly, eliciting admiration from his mother and sister. Impressed by how well he carried the outfit, they exchanged knowing glances and invited him
to their room. Curious yet uncertain, Karthik complied. In their room, he was seated at the dressing table and instructed to keep his eyes tightly shut. As he did, he felt the gentle touch of a
brush, the scent of strawberry lipstick, and the fragrance of foundation, which lulled him into a half-asleep state.
Part 7:
When the makeover was complete, Karthik's sister woke him up and instructed him to insert his hand into one of the sleeves. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he opened his eyes to find a
stunning reflection staring back at him, mirroring his movements. He realized the lehenga had been draped incompletely. His sister reassured him that a few finishing touches remained.
Part 8:
Then, from the suitcase, his mother retrieved a bra and encouraged him to wear it. Karthik hesitated, but his mother explained that it was essential for the dress to fit properly. With some
persuasion, he slid his arms through the straps. His sister tightened them at the back, ensuring a snug fit. Noting that the cups were empty, she innovatively filled two water-filled balloons and
placed them in the cups, adding weight and shifting balance for a more authentic appearance.
Part 9:
With the foundation in place, they guided him into wearing the lehenga. Though it posed a bit of a challenge, they managed to get him dressed. When Karthik looked into the mirror, he was taken aback
by the transformation. The lehenga, the makeup, and the bra all combined to create an unexpectedly striking image.
Part 10:
Karthik's mother gently combed his short hair, while his sister playfully commented that he was no longer Karthik but Karthika. His reflection looked back at him, capturing a side of himself he had
never seen before. As the hours ticked closer to the wedding, Karthik embraced this unique experience, embodying Karthika with newfound confidence and a touch of adventure.
#713
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 04:15)
Updated and images added
Part 6:
To everyone's surprise, the dress fit Karthik perfectly, eliciting admiration from his mother and sister. Impressed by how well he carried the outfit, they exchanged knowing glances and invited him
to their room. Curious yet uncertain, Karthik complied. In their room, he was seated at the dressing table and instructed to keep his eyes tightly shut. As he did, he felt the gentle touch of a
brush, each stroke like a soft whisper, the scent of strawberry lipstick wafting through the air, and the delicate fragrance of foundation that seemed to transport him into a world of transformation
and enchantment.
Part 7:
When the makeover was complete, Karthik's sister woke him up and instructed him to insert his hand into one of the sleeves. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he opened his eyes to find a
stunning reflection staring back at him, mirroring his movements. He realized the lehenga had been draped incompletely, and yet the glimpse of his own reflection made him appear as if he were part of
a fairy tale. https://imagevault.cloud/JR7BTJ
Part 8:
Then, from the suitcase, his mother retrieved a bra that seemed far more intricate than he had ever imagined. The cups were empty, and his sister, with a creative glint in her eye, suggested a way to
make it look more authentic. She produced two water-filled balloons, explaining that they would add the necessary weight and shape to the bra, creating a more natural silhouette beneath the lehenga.
As he held the balloons, feeling their weight and coolness, he marveled at the ingenuity that had gone into this unconventional solution.
Part 9:
With the foundation in place and the bra enhancing the feminine contours, they guided him into wearing the lehenga. Though it posed a bit of a challenge, they managed to get him dressed. When Karthik
looked into the mirror, he was taken aback by the transformation. The lehenga, the makeup, and the cleverly stuffed bra all combined to create an unexpectedly stunning image.
https://imagevault.cloud/TGFO5Y
#714
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 04:17)
Part 10:
Karthik's mother gently combed his short hair, while his sister playfully commented that he was no longer Karthik but Karthika. With a twinkle in her eye, she produced a pair of exquisite earrings
that dangled delicately. As they were placed onto his ears, they caught the light, adding a glint of elegance to his transformed appearance.
Next, his sister brought forth anklets with tiny bells that emitted a melodious tinkling sound as he moved his feet. With every step, the soft chime seemed to infuse his being with a sense of grace
and allure, as if he were dancing to an ethereal rhythm.
She adorned his wrists with bangles that jingled and chimed with every gesture, creating a symphony of sounds that celebrated the embrace of his newfound femininity. Each movement resonated like a
sweet melody, a tribute to the transformation he had willingly undertaken.
A delicate necklace was placed around his neck, its pendant nestled against his collarbones. Its presence added an air of sophistication and beauty, accentuating his neck and drawing attention to his
transformed form.
As a ring slipped onto his finger, it was as if a final touch of femininity was added to his ensemble. The sensation of the ring encircling his finger symbolized the completion of his metamorphosis,
an affirmation of the beauty he had become.
With a careful brush, his sister applied nail polish to his fingertips, each stroke enhancing the delicate allure of his hands. The vibrant color added a playful touch, a testament to the intricacies
that could be explored within this journey.
Lastly, he was presented with a pair of high-heeled slippers. As he slid his feet into them, he realized the challenge that lay ahead. Walking in heels was an art he hadn't yet mastered. With every
step, he wobbled slightly, teetering and giggling as he held onto his sister's arm for support.
As he stood in front of the mirror, Karthika's reflection stared back, a harmonious blend of tradition, creativity, and his own essence. The transformation was complete, and he was ready to step into
the wedding festivities with newfound confidence, embracing the world as both Karthik and Karthika, a testament to the power of a journey undertaken with an open heart and a spirit of adventure.
#715
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 04:18)
Part 11:
As Karthika stood before the mirror, her reflection painted a picture of intricate beauty and transformation. Every detail meticulously crafted had come together to create an astonishing image. The
earrings that gently swayed seemed to whisper secrets of femininity into her ears, inviting her to embrace this new chapter. The anklets, with their delicate bells, made her every step resonate with
a melody of grace, and she found herself unconsciously moving to the rhythm of her own transformation.
The bangles that adorned her wrists were not just accessories; they were a chorus of celebration, each jingle an affirmation of her courage to explore uncharted territories. The necklace lay
gracefully against her collarbones, an emblem of her journey, both inward and outward.
With the ring gracing her finger, Karthika marveled at how such a small detail could hold so much significance. It was a reminder that her journey was one of empowerment, a testament to her
willingness to step beyond the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary.
Applying the nail polish to her fingertips added a touch of whimsy, each stroke symbolizing a brushstroke of her own self-expression. And then there were the high-heeled slippers. As she slid her
feet into them, she felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The added height shifted her perspective, making her view of the world subtly different. Though her steps were initially uncertain,
she soon found herself adjusting, a metaphor for the broader adjustments she was making in embracing her new identity.
The bra, with its water-filled balloons, felt surprisingly natural against her chest. The weight and form added by the balloons felt like a unique form of support, a reminder that even the smallest
of details could contribute to a sense of authenticity. As the bra's straps were secured at the back, she felt an odd blend of vulnerability and strength, a realization that femininity wasn't about
conforming but about embracing diverse expressions of self.
Looking at her own reflection, Karthika felt a surge of emotions. There was the surprise of discovering beauty in a way she hadn't before. There was the excitement of stepping into a role that was
both novel and empowering. But above all, there was a sense of liberation—a realization that clothing and appearance were not confined to gender norms, but were rather a canvas for self-expression, a
celebration of identity in all its facets.
The mirror didn't just reflect her outward appearance; it echoed the narrative of her own bravery, a story of acceptance and the courage to redefine boundaries. As Karthika stood there, she saw not
just the reflection of a person in a lehenga and makeup, but the reflection of her own transformative journey—an adventure that had transcended societal expectations and embraced the freedom to
explore, to evolve, and to be unapologetically herself.
With a newfound understanding and a heart full of gratitude, Karthika was ready to step into the wedding festivities, not as someone different, but as an embodiment of the beauty that lies in
authenticity and the power that comes from embracing every aspect of who she was becoming.
#716
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 04:21)
Part 12:
As Karthika and her family made their way to the wedding venue, she was acutely aware of the world around her. Stepping out of the cab, she felt a curious mix of excitement and vulnerability. The
lehenga rustled softly around her, the jewelry glinted in the sunlight, and every step she took seemed to resonate with a newfound confidence.
However, it was the bra with the water-filled balloons that brought an unexpected dimension to her experience. As she walked, the balloons shifted and swayed, a subtle yet visible movement that
couldn't escape anyone's notice. She felt the weight and the gentle motion against her chest, a reminder of the unconventional journey she had embarked upon.
Passersby couldn't help but sneak glances, their curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar yet captivating sight. The feminine curves created by the balloons seemed to capture their attention, and Karthika
found herself at the center of a silent yet potent fascination.
Entering the grand wedding hall, the attention only seemed to intensify. Whispers fluttered through the air like confetti, a testament to the impact her presence was making. As they approached, a
waiter offered her a glass of refreshments, addressing her as "mam." The words hung in the air, a startling recognition of her transformed appearance.
For a moment, Karthika was taken aback, her heart racing as the reality of the situation settled in. The waiter's respectful address echoed like a chorus, affirming the completeness of her
transformation. She exchanged a glance with her family, who beamed with pride at her courage.
Taking the glass with a steadying hand, she sipped the refreshments, the cool liquid soothing her nerves. As she moved through the hall, the sound of her anklets, the gentle sway of her dress, and
the soft chime of her bangles seemed to create a symphony that resonated with her very essence.
In this moment, amidst the curious gazes and the gentle whispers, Karthika understood that her journey was not just a personal transformation, but a story that had the power to inspire others to
embrace their own authenticity. She held her head high, stepping into the wedding festivities with a newfound grace, elegance, and a heart brimming with the exhilaration of the unknown.
#717
Aanya(Monday, 04 September 2023 04:23)
Part 13:
As they entered the wedding hall, Karthika took careful, small steps, navigating the unfamiliar territory of high heels. Her movements were deliberate, a dance of both elegance and caution, as she
didn't want to risk tripping in her new heels. Simultaneously, she was aware of the curious gazes around her, and she was determined to maintain her composure and ensure no one discovered the truth
beneath her attire.
They made their way to the center of the hall, where a photographer's attentive eyes seemed to lock onto her. The camera shifted in her direction, capturing candid moments that held a blend of
enchantment and authenticity. Karthika felt a sudden flush of shyness rise within her as she realized she was the subject of the lens. Her cheeks tinged pink, a silent testament to the mix of
vulnerability and exhilaration she was experiencing.
Continuing onward, they found a seat amidst the lively ambiance of the wedding. Karthika allowed herself to relax a bit, feeling the cushioned seat beneath her as a gentle reassurance. The initial
excitement and attention were settling into a sense of being in the moment, where she could immerse herself in the celebration while still embodying the enchanting character she had become.
As the festivities carried on, one of her aunts approached her sister with curiosity, a glint of recognition in her eyes. She inquired about Karthika, and her sister skillfully responded, introducing
her as her cousin. The exchange passed smoothly, a testament to the camaraderie and support that existed within their family.
Karthika observed her sister's deftness and felt a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support she had received from her loved ones throughout this extraordinary journey. Sitting there, she
realized that beyond the striking appearance and the playful transformation, it was the bonds of family and the courage to embrace authenticity that truly made her story shine.
And then came a moment that left Karthika momentarily stunned. Her aunt turned to her, complimenting her beauty, and with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "I will pray that you will get a caring and
handsome husband." The words hung in the air, and Karthika's heart skipped a beat. Thoughts raced through her mind as she considered the implications of those words. "Do I really look like a bride?"
she wondered, her mind drifting to an image of herself in bridal attire, sitting beside her cousin. The image made her feel a bit uncomfortable, and she snapped out of that imagination.
In that fleeting moment, she realized that her transformation had not only changed her appearance but had also altered the way others perceived her. It was a moment of revelation, a glimpse into the
complexities of societal expectations and the power of self-expression. She smiled graciously at her aunt, thankful for the well-intentioned blessing, even as her own understanding of her identity
continued to evolve.
Please share some ideas / comments about the story and how you would like to drive it.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
#718
Shweta(Monday, 04 September 2023 06:23)
I want to read more and more sneha complete your story
#719
Vasantha(Monday, 04 September 2023 09:52)
Anaya your story very super � pls continues pa make him flower super dress
#720
Customer(Monday, 04 September 2023 13:01)
What happened �
#721
Priya(Monday, 04 September 2023 13:50)
Sneha waiting for U r update
#722
Abeena(Tuesday, 05 September 2023 00:32)
Oh, Aanya, the story is so beautiful. I really want to read more parts of this story. I am also a crossdresser, but I didn't get the chance to wear lehenga. But your story make me feel like I am
Karthik. Pls write the remaining parts. All the best..
#723
Aji(Tuesday, 05 September 2023 00:34)
IG celebrity, any update... ADITI...........
#724
Sneha(Tuesday, 05 September 2023 09:11)
Sitting
I told meena to check with him for his interest now, Meena said his name is Likith a F2M CD and his age is around 45. I said ok check for his interest now then immediately took her phone and called
to likith, Likith picked call on first ring and said hi meena how are you and meena replied i am fine what about you he said good and actually i was thinking to call you, meena why what happened any
good news.
Likith: Nothing meena you know i lost my whole family now a days i am felling lonely
Meena: why don't marry someone to kill this loneliness
Likith: that's a very big step meena
Meena: Why so
Likith: you know all my life i served my life and they are not their now
Meena: Yeah likith i know about all but you can't stay like this forever you have to move on
Likith: Not only that meena you know about my interest
Meena: I din't get you can you bit specific
Likith: If i want to marry someone i can marry anyone in this world lot of single men but i am enjoying this life
Hearing to likith and meena conversation, i am feeling butterflies around my waist
Meena: Don't worry i understood today one guest will come to you
Likith: who is coming, can i trust who is coming
Meena: Don't worry speak off everything you want
Likith: ok i will wait for them, when can i expect that guest
Meena: in 2 hours person will be at your place and she disconnected the call
Meena said you understood naa go and get ready, So immediately i went meena's room but i didn't found anything interesting so i went to near by botque and brought one designer sari and went to my
house to pick matching blouse
#725
Shriya(Tuesday, 05 September 2023 09:22)
Sneha this one is very short atleast write one chapter
#726
Sneha(Tuesday, 05 September 2023 12:35)
Sitting
Since it's getting late so i decided to get ready in my house, So i called meena to know about likith's location, she sent his location and contact number so immediately i saved his number and
checked his whatsapp profile picture, but he didn't kept his picture. Then i told to myself that i met him in a short time, Then i went to bathroom and removed all the my clothes and started
observing my whole i couldn't find any traces of hairs so i had a showers. I came out from bathroom by tieng towel from breast, since i tied towel from breast i started talking small steps so that
the towel shouldn't fall, then i started adding small grace to that steps which has significance but i am enjoying. I came till my mirror and holded my towel and looked myself in the mirror and
laughed but not loudly. I am thinking myself as a mad girl and started my dressing quickly i shifted to my bra, lingerie then started doing my hair after a while i dressed in the sari brought since i
was meeting in the first time so i didn't applied any makeup just face powder and lipstick. After completion i have seen myself in the mirror, i can't say i am most beautiful girl but i made a good
looking girl.
I went to my main door but i totally forget that i never went out side dressing like a woman and if someone sees like this they will make fun of me or they will black mail me taking my photographs.
So i saw my car door which is exactly in front of my main door then i thought i can easily slip into the car without fear, but i want to open maingate which is far so i went to near by car and slowly
kept my handbag and locked my main door and then i saw my neighbor aunty she is staying outside then i called to their landline she went inside to the pick phone with in a fraction of seconds i
opened my gate and left from there.
I was really enjoyed this whole experience i kept google maps and reached likith's place the moment i entered this place, i felt pretty confident like i am the queen of the house. One old man opened
the door i was confused meena said likith age is around 45 but he is looking more than sixty. I immediately messaged meena to send the likith pic she asked me why you are already there at his place,
i said to recongise him before meena replied i heard a strong foot sound from back side i turned to my back and looking the person coming down stairs keeping his one hand in the pant pocket with a
glowing face full of smile, he is looking like a prince charming he is fit and good dressing style. Message came from me the charming personality is likith.
Likith said hi aunty, i was confused and said i am meena's friend madhu.He said ok madhu come and sit. We both sat and he offered tea or coffee i said tea he sat comfortable on sofa keeping his one
leg over another leg. I sat decently like a girl without spreading legs or hands, old man gave us tea and left from their.
Likith: I am very dominating personality and i am looking for a person who always loves me and cares for me.
Me: wow very nice
Likith: stretching arms said my body aching like a hell due to my business trips
I immediately stood up and started massaging his arms, back, he said wow i am just excepting this kind of love, i slowly felt shy so i kept my head down and smiling with out showing my face and seems
to be likith is doing gym from so many days i can sense his arm strength in which i want squeeze. Then likith said till know nobody pressed my legs then i shifted at his legs and pressing his legs,
the moment i touched his legs then only i felt my whole life will be at this feet only.
Likith messaged to meena that he didn't liked me
Please post your comments
#727
Priya(Tuesday, 05 September 2023)
Nice sneha...... Waiting for the next twist......
#728
Shriya(Wednesday, 06 September 2023 09:19)
I know you're writing some Cool chapter keep it up
#729
Priya(Wednesday, 06 September 2023 12:37)
Sneha waiting
#730
radhika(Wednesday, 06 September 2023 14:01)
Must watch movie
Movie Name "BORN TO BE HUMAN"
Part 1: https://youtu.be/fn0xAPiT5gw?si=t2KoQdyWWjhkwY8L
Part 2: https://youtu.be/9OSBySiyi4c?si=6QTsyg1AN3Llhmfa
#731
Aanya(Thursday, 07 September 2023 04:00)
Part 14:
Amidst the lively wedding festivities, a small girl with bright eyes and a radiant smile approached Karthika. In her tiny hand, she held a vibrant yellow flower, a symbol of innocence and purity.
With an act of kindness, Karthika accepted the flower and said, "Thanks, kutty." The little girl beamed and replied, "Welcome, akka."
The word "akka" resonated within Karthika, affirming her identity in that moment. It was a simple exchange, yet it held a profound significance. She felt a connection with the child, a shared
understanding that transcended appearances.
The flower the girl had given had a remarkably strong fragrance. When Karthika held it, her mother, who had been observing the interaction, gently took it from her hand and pinned it on her head. The
sharp, quick pinch of the hairpin against her scalp was a stark reminder of her physical presence in the midst of this enchanting transformation.
As the intoxicating fragrance of the flower enveloped her, Karthika's senses became overwhelmed. The scent grew stronger and stronger, and she found herself losing focus, disconnected from the
reality that surrounded her. The world seemed to spin, and she became fussy and disoriented.
Suddenly, her sister appeared, gently shaking her awake from the trance of the intoxicating scent. She asked Karthika to accompany her to the washroom. In her intoxicated state, Karthika walked
behind her sister, her steps unsteady, and her balance compromised.
As she followed her sister, she momentarily forgot her appearance. She didn't realize that she was dressed as an enchanting woman in traditional attire, a vision that captivated the eyes of those
around her. In her altered state of consciousness, she ambled along, unaware of the admiring glances she was attracting.
One man, with a whispered comment to his friend, couldn't contain his awe. "What a bombshell," he remarked, the words leaving a trail of intrigue and admiration as they echoed in the bustling wedding
hall.
Please share your comments.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
Karthika, still under the intoxicating influence of the fragrant flower, approached the restroom. Her senses swirled with a dizzying blend of sensations—the softness of her dress, the delicate weight
of the earrings, the sweet pull of the necklace against her skin, the sensation of water-filled balloons in her bra, the jingling sound of her bangles, and the persistent pinch of the high heels on
her feet. The makeup on her face, the moisture of the lipstick, and the swaying of her long hair all contributed to a surreal experience.
However, as she stood before the restroom doors, a sudden wave of confusion washed over her. She stared at the door signs, one marked "male" and the other "female." The realization hit her like a
bolt of lightning—she was a male dressed in female attire.
As she hesitated, a young man emerged from the men's restroom and noticed her standing there, bewildered. Her cheeks flushed red as she struggled to regain control of her thoughts, but the
intoxication from the flower's fragrance still clouded her mind.
In that disoriented moment, her sister appeared, pulling her into the women's restroom with determination. She questioned Karthika, "What are you doing? You are a woman. Wait here; I'll be back." Her
sister disappeared into one of the stalls.
Karthika was left alone, staring at her own reflection in the restroom mirror. In her altered state, she found herself admiring her own appearance—the tender face adorned with makeup, the weight of
the earrings swaying gently, the sensation of the necklace brushing her neck, the softness of the water-filled balloons nestled inside her bra, the musical sound of her bangles, the cool air
caressing her hips, the weight of the dress, and the persistent pinch of the high heels.
Suddenly, her sister's voice broke through the fog of intoxication. Karthika felt as though she were entering a hypnotic trance, each word spoken by her sister forming a new layer of reality.
"Listen now," her sister began, her voice both soothing and authoritative. "You are not a man; you are a woman. You have breasts, full and mature, size 36. You have long hair adorned with flowers.
Your masculinity has dissolved entirely, and in its place, you are a woman—a stunning one. To men, you are a bomb, an irresistible force."
As her sister continued, each word felt like a revelation, etching a new reality into Karthika's consciousness. She heard herself being told that she had an hourglass figure, a visible navel, and the
body of a woman ripe for marriage.
Her sister's words seemed to penetrate her very soul, sinking into her altered state of mind. In that moment, the boundaries of identity blurred further, and Karthika, now fully immersed in this
hypnotic trance, began to accept this new reality—a reality where she was not just Karthik in a dress but Karthika, a woman of undeniable allure and grace.
The fragrance of the flower continued to swirl around her, the bathroom mirror reflecting a figure that was no longer a mere disguise but a profound transformation, a manifestation of the power of
belief, and the extraordinary journey of self-discovery and acceptance.
#737
Aanya(Sunday, 10 September 2023 04:22)
Lemme know you comments, if you don't find the story interesting will stop.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
#738
Nidhi(Sunday, 10 September 2023 09:43)
Didn't know why but the frequency and quality of stories reduced in last couple of months I don't know I have last read a great complete story in one sitting
Some writer started well but all good stories are left in between without ending and due to long wait we didn't injoy any story with that full capacity
#739
Come back 2(Monday, 11 September 2023 13:35)
Greetings to the year 3050, society has completely become tolerant of modern social norms. There is no difference between genders. Any human by birth be of any gender but can adopt any gender during
any part of their life. The process of gender identity at any point of age has become easier. People now choose to be ladies in old age rather than be lads. They prefer to have breasts and pussy,
long hair and smooth skin. Elder family members are usually all ladies like dada ji and dadi both are old ladies with dadaji being the head of the family. This trend starts between the early 40 to
mid 50's. Modern men are similar to modern ladies. Some men are having long hair in their early ages with medium size breasts. Girls prefer boys to have breasts and long hair. As it gives them a feel
of a person or partner of similarity who can be a good friend, as well as a caring and helping husband. World has turned more green people stopped deforestation and cleaning pure natural sources of
fresh water. Industries have reduced as the demand rate was kept in control. People started leaving in big joint families sharing work and being respectful to each other. Aged people like males after
sex change were given the same status in their family as it was earlier. The birth rate was controlled so that overpopulation and unnecessary high-demand rates are kept in control. People are given
choices to either marry and build the next generation or can adopt any sex and help in nature and nation-building tasks. Few good DNA lines are kept conserved so that the world is never deprived of
good and appropriate decision-makers. Most of the nations made it free for humans to travel, migrate and develop. Nations maintain a peacekeeping army. The police force is used to keep society in
order as there were very few unlawful activities.
#740
Come back 2(Tuesday, 12 September 2023 03:56)
Surrogate motherhood has developed like a profession. As both converted men and women lend their wombs. Single mothers or fathers can adopt a child from these surrogacy centres and raise them.
Peoples who can adopt a child has to fulfil certain conditions 1. Must have a well-to-do job, 2. Lives in a joint family 3. They have to take an aptitude test and a psychometry test. The names are
then short-listed and the test is conducted once a year. Single fathers need to have breasts and long hair. So that they can breastfeed and look more motherly. They should wear formal dress always
and should be soft. Need to have all working skills at home. So that the child has an overall development when raised by a single father. Single mothers are a rare phenomenon but they should have all
the above skills as well as they should be able to do hard jobs. They should abstain from all types of intoxication habits. Now the rivers are clear forests are green not much black smoke everywhere.
People respect elders and each other. No rape cases or violence. Men and women look similar and share good times. My story starts on this platform. The two families let the titles be like Sona and
Purvi.
Sona and the Purvi both live in a joint family in the same locality.
#741
Come back 2(Tuesday, 12 September 2023 03:59)
You will get everything for sure just like my previous epic story... Please read it in year 2019- 2020
Where I have introduced a new concept in CD and TG story
#742
Come back 2(Tuesday, 12 September 2023 04:01)
The head of the Sona family is Mr Kush a good-looking decent transwoman of age 65 years. Married to Sita his wife. Men even after sex change need not reidentify themselves and as they are always
addressed as he or him or boy or man or sir or as Shri. Like Mr Kush. He has two younger brothers out of which one is a single father and the other one has a family. Kush his brother Meghla and
Ritom. Kush and Sita look identical same height, have ample amount of breasts, long straight hair, a good soft voice and a decent nature. Meghla like his brother has similar features as he is a
single father and it is very respective for the family. Ritom on the other hand is a bit manly with long hair but has smooth skin and is the money maker. Kush had retired and now he is associated
with an infant raising center. Meghla also retired and now he is an infant breast milk feeder in the same centre. The wives of the two brothers are homemakers. Kush has a son, Meghla has a daughter
and Ritom has a son and a daughter. Kush's son is a househusband his name is Mitali and his wife is Mita. Meghla's daughter was Smita similar to her single father. She also wants to be a single
mother. Ritom's son Porna and daughter Sristi are identical twins. At home, everybody has butt-length hair and Kush his wife and son Meghla and his daughter and Ritom's wife and children all have
adequate size breasts.
#743
Anamikaa(Wednesday, 13 September 2023 19:07)
@Comeback 2
Please read it in year 2019- 2020 Where I have introduced a new concept in CD and TG story - Under what name / title ? Give the starting post number.
#744
Unknown(Wednesday, 13 September 2023 21:22)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-bet-that-changed-my-life-6.html
Pls give suggestions in the comments
#745
Check this out(Thursday, 14 September 2023)
funstories20.blogspot.com
NEW STORIES POSTED
Thankyou
Please continue same. we all are waiting
#746
Rohini(Thursday, 14 September 2023 05:26)
Continue from 645
Rohan to Rohini
Then I was seeing her as I was not able to control myself then I made him sit on my lap and started to kiss him and she started to stop me but I started to play with her bangles and took Her to the
bed and took control over him. Started to eat her lipstick and she started to behave like a female which I liked it and was covering her breast but I removed her chunri and her suit she was in her
bra and panty then I started to suck his soft nipples now he started to morn which I liked it. Then i made him sleep with me in bra and panty with all the jewellery. Next morning i woke her up and
told her to make breakfast in same attire.once rohini had made breakfast. then i started my preparations and on time i got my packages one was the breast form and the other for was a hair extension
wig which i had ordered from one of the sellers. then i took him to bathroom and using a body hair removal spray which i had bought from USA last year removed his body hair which were very less and
then shaved his private parts. he tried to stop me but i gave him a warning then he kept quiet and coordinated the same. then once it was done i gave him moisturiser to apply and come meanwhile i was
busy with selecting a saree, carefully considering the colors and designs that would complement Rohinis transformed appearance. As i wanted everything to be just right, paying attention to every
detail. Rohini came from the bathroom, with his body now smooth and hairless.
#747
Rohini(Thursday, 14 September 2023 05:46)
I was in cloud nine to see my husband in this new avatar. then i opened the two boxes started with the breast form and got it fixed as rohini was scared i told him dont worry we can remove it anytime
for that you need to cooperate for same. then with smile on my face, i held up pink bra and matching panty set. and told rohini to wear this and then i hooked the bra and then he wore the panty. OMG
i couldnt control myself seeing her breast i couldnt control myself but somehow i managed to keep myself calm and quiet. then i handed a petticoat, encouraging him to wear it.
once he wore then I tied it tighter. he complaint for same i said common you will get use to it. then i handed him a blouse with a pink color the blouse fit him remarkably well. then i guided him to
sit in front of the dressing mirror, started by applying a light foundation, carefully blending it into his skin to create a smooth and even complexion. Then selected earthy tones for the eyeshadow
then a mascara finally with a red lipstick. then i changed his nail polish color with a pink one. then added a small round bindi, Then i started with the saree which i had selected. Rohini didnt
wanted to wear saree as she wanted to wear dress i said common as its sunday you will wear saree it should be followed strictly then i started to drape the saree i carefully tucked the pleats, making
sure they fell gracefully over Rohini shoulder. Then i told him i never thought i will make my husband wear a saree. But today, the opposite is happening here. Then i added the hair extension and
braided his hairs. Anita took hold of the pallu the loose end of the sareeand draped it gently over Rohini head.
#748
Rohini(Thursday, 14 September 2023 06:00)
Now here my favourite thing comes i started with the pink colour bangles matching to her saree with 12 in each hand and then the anklets and a small necklace to it. Then with a clip on earrings and
finally i transferred my Mangal sutra to rohini. then i informed him not only do you get to wear this beautiful saree, but you also have the duty of taking care of the house. But today is your first
day in saree you can play with it and make sure the pallu doesnt come down so i will assist you with cooking.so finally we had our lunch then i took a bath and wore a tshirt and track pant. so rohini
was cleaning the vessels and had cleaned the rooms. Roshini found herself seated beside me, ready to embark on a new experience watching television serials. It was a realm he had never was into
before, considering it was often associated with women. so finally she slept on my shoulder holding the pallu which i felt very relaxing seeing my husband like a house wife. So we slept for some time
hugging each other on the sofa itself it was a nice experience and moments we were having. Then rohini woke up and made the tea and served me. Then she told can i change to a dress or a nighty as im
unable to manage saree. I gave a smile and told her that i will be changing her time table on weekdays it will be a dress and on weekends she can wear saree and of course at night a nighty with a
dupatta and jewellery.
#749
Rohini(Thursday, 14 September 2023 06:22)
Hello everyone
I just got some time of my busy schedule. I will start writing more stories so any one has a topic can share on same comments field. Will continue the story of Rohini and let me know if any one has
some ideas i can add up here. By adding some more characters or topics.
Thankyou.
#750
story idea for rohini(Thursday, 14 September 2023 12:32)
husband and wife realise after five years of marriage that they are not in the right gender. They both decide to swap genders. Husband's male friends become friends of wife who is now living as a man
and vice versa. It will be great to see how the friends react to changes to the couple..
#751
Geeta(Thursday, 14 September 2023 13:18)
Rohini please continue the story in same way add your mother so that she can make her daughter in law and teach cooking and rangoli.
Thank you
#752
Rajshree(Thursday, 14 September 2023 23:45)
Hi Rohini Awesome thanks for continuing the story. Here are some writers who don't even end thr stories and we keep waiting for them. Start a new story with a forced feminization of husband or a
sister forced unemployed brother to help in house hold chores and then dressing him in her clothes. Let it be a simple story.
#753
Jyothi(Friday, 15 September 2023 02:01)
Please continue the story don't add the concept of Gay or maid it will be boring. Let it be simple.
#754
Nina(Friday, 15 September 2023 09:49)
https://youtu.be/6TNw2eHlEfg?si=9yoNPG9B0wj7t1gH
#755
Zara(Friday, 15 September 2023 16:12)
Story - Swapped for Life
Husband - Sunny
Wife- Rashmi
A newly married couple were living happily in Darjeeling. Sunny was 24 years old and has his own Factory where he manufactures Footballs and Rashmi was 22 years old housewife. Let me tell you about
their figure.... Sunny was 5'4 with chubby personality, wide hips and hair upto his shoulders and Rashmi was 5'7 with great personality and zero size figure.
Both the husband and wife used to stay happy in their life. Going out on every weekends for a romantic date, were chilling and enjoying with their life. The life was going great for them
Sunny used to work very hard in factory but in recent times their business was getting down and they were facing many financial issues. With this Sunny was getting more and more depressed and one day
he told to Rashmi that he can't handle this much stress and pressure but still Rashmi supported and consoled him that everything will be fine and gave him positive responses. After hearing this Sunny
was bit okay and he again started handling his Business with high hopes but he was facing lot of issues and was getting more depressed day by day because his Business was not running properly. Rashmi
after seeing his state suggested him to take a break from Business and let her take charge for a while. After giving a lot of thought Sunny was okay with this.
From next day on Rashmi woke up early in the morning prepared him breakfast, lunch and did all the household chores and went to Factory. As Sunny was not idle he just sat at home watching TV and
movies. This continued for a few more days. Rashmi was getting busier day by day with Factory work and household chores, she was not getting any time for herself and on the other hand Sunny was
Sleeping till 1 in the noon having his food with watching movies and he was chilling. After a some days Sunny saw how Rashmi was getting lot of difficulties in managing both Factory and Household
chores so he decided to help her a bit by doing some chores. By hearing this Rashmi was relieved and happy. She gave him a list of chores like brooming the floor properly, washing utensils, Washing
and folding laundry. Sunny hesitantly accepted. Next Morning Rashmi woke up early to get ready for office and she woke Sunny for his routine chores. After waking up Sunny started doing the chores and
Rashmi was observing him and was giggling a bit. Sunny finished all the chores perfectly and examining his work Rashmi was very happy.
This continued for few weeks where Sunny was doing all household chores perfectly and Rashmi used to manage Business and cook lunch and dinner.
#756
Zara(Friday, 15 September 2023 16:16)
Swapped for life 2
One fine day Sunny was sweeping the floor but his long hairs were troubling him a lot. He was stopping every time and fixing his hair and Rashmi was observing his difficulties and she suggested him
to get a haircut or fix it properly. Sunny replied back saying he doesn't wants cut his shoulder length hair as he thinks he looks like a rockstar in it.
Rashmi nodded her head with very confusing looks and said him to come near her and sit in front of her. She said she will fix his hair.
Sunny- What do you want to do with my hair
Rashmi - just relax I will not cut it or anything
Sunny sat in front of Rashmi and Rashmi took a comb from drawer and was brushing his hair. Sunny was getting relaxed from brushing sensation and suddenly Rashmi grabbed all his hairs tied it with a
hair tie. Sunny was feeling a bit of pain from all the pulling.
Rashmi - All done. Now your hairs won't trouble you and you can do your chores peacefully.
Sunny after touching his short pony tail ran in front of the mirror and saw his look. He was looking very different. A man with one ponytail and no facial hairs. He said he was looking odd.
Rashmi - Oh come on no one is seeing you anyways. It will keep your hair out of your eyes and you can do your chores easily. From here on daily you should get your done by me.
Sunny accepted her wish and started doing his daily chores.
Next day Sunny woke up early and took a bath, made breakfast for Rashmi and was waiting for her. She woke up and got ready had get breakfast and she saw Sunny came to her holding a comb. She
understood and brushed his hair properly and made a single pony tail and she went to work.
This was going on for few days and then on weekend. Rashmi was brushing his hair and Sunny was very relaxed and then Rashmi instead of putting a single ponytail she parted his hair from the middle
and made two sides. She took a pink hair tie and grabbed all hairs from left side and made a pony similarly on the right side. Later she inserted two Bobby pins from front. Sunny was half sleep and
Rashmi said I'm done and when sunny came into his senses he felt weight on both sides of his head so he ran to look into mirror. Instead of seeing a single pony he saw himself with two pigtails and
Bobby pins. He was very angry and he confronted Rashmi
Sunny - why did you put my hairs in two pigtails? I'm looking a girl.. now take it off
Rashmi - Relax no one is watching you except me and you look cute in two pigtails. Please for my sake just one day stay like this
Sunny accepted his fate and left those pigtails like that only. They had their dinner together and Rashmi was very happy seeing him in two pigtails. After many times Rashmi demanded sex and that
night Sunny was very happy seeing Rashmi excited. On the bed Rashmi seeing sunny in two pigtails was dominating him and sunny stayed their submissive like a wife. Rashmi tore his clothes and started
kissing him and made love.
#757
Zara(Friday, 15 September 2023 16:22)
Swapped for life 3
Next day as usual Sunny woke up and took bath. He started to wear his regular clothes but it was fitting him perfectly. It was getting tight. So he told Rashmi to buy some new clothes. As his old
clothes were not fitting him properly.
Rashmi - Sure we will go to shopping next week and will buy some trousers and tshirts until then why don't you wear my night dress...
Sunny- Are you mad? I don't want to wear woman's clothes. It looks bad
Rashmi- No one's gonna watch you and it will be very much comfortable while working.
Hesitantly sunny said ok
Rashmi took her pink color nighty from closet and gave it to him
Sunny took pink nighty from her and wore it from top. As the silk of the nighty was touching him. He was getting excited and his manhood got excited. Rashmi after seeing his excitement teased him a
bit and later she made him wear two pig tails and told him to do his chores.
She handed him a parcel and told it was for him.
Sunny opened the parcel and there was many short and long skirts, different sleeveless tops and short girls dresses. He was shocked to see this and asked her why did bring all this.
Rashmi- Baby this is for you. You have been wearing those nighties for many days now. I want you to try different things as well. It would look cute on you and besides now that I'm not wearing this
kind of clothes you can have have mine clothes also.
Sunny was amazed by her reaction and said why won't you wear those western dresses then
Rashmi - Baby look as I am handling the business so I have to assert my dominance stating I'm the boss and for that I can't wear this cute girly dresses and besides I have you right who can wear all
this cute dresses and be like my cute pretty housewife
Sunny was amazed by her responses and from that on he accepted his new role as housewife. Daily he used to wear different types skirts and tops with pig tails. He started doing his own makeup from
YouTube. He was accepting his new role as her housewife. One day Rashmi ordered a dildo from online and was waiting for the delivery.
The same day package arrived. He wanted to surprise Sunny with it.
Slowly Rashmi introduced Sunny to every kind of dresses like salwar kameez, half sarees and sarees. Now daily Sunny wakes up morning after bathing does his hairs in pigtails and wears sarees or
salwar kameez and does all household chores. Rashmi was very happy seeing him like that.
#758
Zara(Friday, 15 September 2023 16:26)
Swapped for life 4
This part is bit steamy.... Pardon me for my grammatical errors or anything.
Rashmi told sunny to wear her Marriage Saree to which Sunny agreed. Sunny took a bath wore bra with silicon in it panties and blouse and then he wore saree perfectly and did some make up, wore
earings and nose rings, bangles and anklets. He was ready like a new bride and on the other hand Rashmi wore his Sherwani. She was looking like a groom. After seeing Rashmi he took the mangalsutra
and tied him around his neck and filled his mang with sindoor. Sunny accepted Rashmi as his new husband.
Rashmi took him to the bedroom and removed his saree and petticoat and started kissing him. Sunny was very excited and he just stayed their laying on bed only in bra and panties now. Rashmi was
kissing his neck and lips very thoroughly. Rashmi removed all her clothes and there was a strapon dil** attached to her. Sunny was shocked to see an artificial pen** on her. Rashmi told to suck his
dic* to which sunny was very hesitant but slowly he bent down and kissed the tip of the dildo and he felt like rubber kind of thing. Rashmi was enjoying this a lot she kept his hand on his head
forced the tip of the dildo in his throat. Now she was fucking his throat continuously. Sunny was sucking 7 inches dildo and was gagging continuously. She stops in between and kisses him again. She
pulled her two pig tails hard and again started fucking his throat. After 10 mins she told him to turn around and be in doggy position.
Sunny was scared and excited and responded to her. He was now in doggy position waiting for Rashmi. Rashmi started licking his hole from behind and started fingering him. Sunny felt pain in his ass
at first then he started enjoying. Rashmi then lubricated his hole and dildo and entered the tip with sheer force in his ass. Sunny shouted in pain and told her to slow down. Rashmi was not in a mood
to listen him she started spanking him and slowly took the dick out of his ass and again entered. Sunny was trembling in pain, he was shouting with pain and pleasure. Slowly he got the hang of the
movement and he Started moaning. Rashmi after hearing her moaning was fucking him very hard and he was all 7 inches of dildo in his ass. She was moving his hips very faster now and the dildo was
coming out and entering at quick pace. Both were enjoying a lot. She told sunny to lie on his back and entered again. This time they were facing each other while Rashmi was fucking him in the ass.
She was entering his hole with full throttle and Sunny was moaning in pleasure and pain. This continued for half an hour and without touching sunny also cummed and they slept.
Next morning Sunny woke up early and wore nighty. He was recalling the last night and was very shy. His whole body was paining like a new bride. He started making tea and then again from behind
Rashmi started teasing with dildo and forced him bend down on his knees and told to suck. Sunny was enjoying this and he sucked the dildo for few mins and was very happy.
Sunny has accepted his new role as housewife and Rashmi becomes his husband. Daily sunny wears female clothes and Rashmi wears shirts and pants. They were happy in their own Life living peacefully.
#759
Madhushree(Saturday, 16 September 2023 01:02)
Awesome story Zara wish you have added little force feminization and elaborated the story step by step. But it's was a nice simple story Thanks.
#760
Sumeru(Saturday, 16 September 2023 09:52)
After long time I read some good stories here Rohini and Zara you both are Awesome. Please add some more stories. Rohini write on a lockdown story we're a brother is struck with his mother and two
sisters and thy teach him cooking and then dress him up as a sister.
#761
Rohini(Sunday, 17 September 2023 04:30)
Thank you everyone for thr comments surely will start the story soon . As per the topic received of lockdown were a brother is struck with his sisters and mother.
#762
Rashi(Sunday, 17 September 2023 13:33)
@Rohini: Please don't add mother role. Just the sisters and brother please
#763
Rakshitha(Sunday, 17 September 2023 23:20)
Waiting desperately for the story Rohini its a nice topic shared it's my favorite topic. Please start the story we all are waiting.
#764
sakshi(Monday, 18 September 2023 06:03)
rohini pls write story for twin confusion in brother and sister.
#765
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 11:29)
It is Kush's daily ritual to get ready for his after the gender conversion. Their marriage was a modern custom but it follows both traditional and modern society. Kush is the feminized husband of
Sita and was wearing a black see-through saree with a transparent blouse and a white floral-designed bra, his boobs were huge 38DD which were real and he got them via hormones and breast implants,
that his wife asked him for when he applied for governmental gender conversion. He was wearing 3 sets of earrings, with the first being special which he loves and wears most of the time. The earrings
in the first hole contained his balls, which were encased in a gold case. He wore a big red bindi and a big triangle of sindoor in his mang accentuated his married status. He had a huge decorated
bun, with gajra in his hair, his hair was long, thick and real. Sometimes he styles it in two thick breads on both sides or sometimes he lets it loose. He keeps it loose when he wears one-piece or
two-piece clothing. Sita always likes to play with Kush's open hair, and during sex, she uses it like a control as she pulls Kush with his hair and does whatever she wants. He wore 2 noserings both
being pretty big, and were visible from a long distance. Usually when he does get ready for any occasion or on Sita's wish. He wore 2 sets of mangal sutra and other 2 necklaces. His hands were
adorned with 12 bangles each and 3 rings in each hand. He also had a waist chain and 2 anklets. His saree was special, which showed his diamond-clad navel ring, Yes he had worn a special navel ring
made from diamonds, and he was required to always show it. Sita came into her bedroom and saw Kush sitting on the dresser doing his makeup and waiting for her. She looked at her husband and was happy
that he was dressed nicely and seductively. Kush on seeing Sita immediately bent and kissed her lips and said "Welcome my sweetheart." He stood up took her hand, asked her to sit down like a king on
the king-size bed and went to the kitchen to bring her a glass of hot haldi milk with honey and kesher. He ran as fast as he could in 6-inch heels to the kitchen and came back with the glass. This
shows how agile Kush is with all makeup, dress and saree.
#766
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 11:35)
Seeing this Sita came into the kitchen quickly drank the milk from Kush's hand and lifted him in her arms, to show that she was in a full mood after seeing him in this saree, makeup, hairstyle and
grace. He slowly asked her not to do this now as their Son and DIL were there in the house. But she did not listen to him and even he could not make any noise as his son would come to know that his
mother is fucking his father now. She took him in her strong arms into their master-size bedroom and threw him onto the bed. He then stood up from bed and pleaded her not fuck him now and he would
surrender himself during the night's session when his DIL will go out for night shift work. But his wife Sita told him laughing “ Those night's any way you will be under my control and even now I
want to enjoy you as u look so sexy which is impossible for me to control…come you fucking bitch…”.
#767
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 11:41)
Saying this she came towards Kush and kissed him on his back which is sexy and visible, and then she gradually came down and started kissing his navel, pressing the curves formed on his hips this is
the first time she is kissing my navel as it is looking more sexy under his saree. Although he liked the way she kissed his navel, due to the increase in the mood he caught her hair and started
caring for her like a man. Sita started opening Kush's blouse which was a little tight on his back and was painful to him. Slowly she removed the saree from his body and threw it on the floor. Kush
ran back to take the saree and cover his body. But she pulled him from there threw him onto the bed and jumped on him. Now he could not move even an inch as she had more strength than him. Sita used
to regularly go for extraneous physical jobs and weight lifting. She started placing her hands into my petticoat and removed his panty from inside, playing with his newly formed penis and pussy for
some time. She got surprised that even he have started watering from my pussy like a penis. Sita asked Kush to turn backside and show his ass. Kush likes this very much as she will insert her fingers
into his ass, so without a second thought Kush turned back and lifted his petticoat so that she can easily insert her fingers and make him feel satisfied. Sita applied some oil on my ass and this is
not the first time she is applying the oil Kush was enjoying it as it makes his ass more smooth and silky. Then she started inserting something into his ass and Kush started shouting loud as it gave
him pain and turned back to check what did she insert into his ass.
#768
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 12:03)
To his surprise, she opened a dildo from her pant zip. This shocked him the size is 8 very large inches and it cannot be inserted into his ass as he has a small hole in his ass. Sita with a cruel
smile asked Kush to lick her dildo first so that he would understand the depth of the object and enjoy it. While Kush was sucking the dildo she opened his bra and started pressing his 38DD size boobs
and big round nipples making it so red which made Kush cry like a female. Then she made him turn back and started inserting her penis into my ass-like vagina. He was getting tears from his eyes and
he pleaded with her not to do that as it is very much painful for him. But after much struggle, she pushed the entire dildo into my ass which made Kush shout loud as if he was getting raped. For the
first few pushes Kush was shouting as if his entir back is ripped of but later the pain got normal and pleasure stated yo built. Sita was pumping into Kush's ass to and fro and after 1 hour of long
fucking she left him on the bed in an near unconsciously manner. This fucking gives him both pain and plasure and she left him in the bedroom and went back to the hall to watch TV as if she did not
do anything.
#769
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 12:11)
Now Kush was only with the petticoat on his body and his bra, panty, blouse and saree were on the ground. He collected all his clothes and wore my bra and panty. But he was not able to wear his
blouse as it had backside pins. So he thought to take help from his son to help him to wear the blouse and saree. But he was a bit hesitant that his son would ask him why he had opened his saree
again although he would help him wear it. But Kush went towards his son's room but before that he went to the kitchen, covering his body with a blouse and saree. When he went into the kitchen he saw
his son cleaning the utensils after their dinner on seeing Kush he laughed at him in a teasing manner. Kush understood that he may know what happened now. Then he immediately came towards him and
asked him not to bring those clothes into the kitchen as they had to be washed with them. Then he told him why he came up to the kitchen as it would be difficult for him to walk during this time.
Which made Kush feel embraced and asked his son to go back to the other bedroom she also came along with him to the bedroom to help him wear another saree.
#770
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 12:20)
During family get-togethers, Kudh often dresses in a one-piece dress showing his ample size breasts, and smooth skin and keeping his long thick hair free. It is a style and status symbol for men to
show off their pleasure parts. Sometimes he used to compare his parts with his equivalent male counterparts present in the get-together. Kush liked his nipples very much and often took extra care to
maintain them in pink colour. Of late he started learning dance and performing in the family get-together to entertain all. He is an ideal example of a family head. His wife fucks him daily as she
knows her spouse's needs. Kush if he is not fucked properly can't sleep. So he especially makes himself look good so that his wife is pleased with his looks and fucks him properly from all angles.
Sometimes he gets fucked by his DIL when his wife is not at home. On those days both father and son share the same bed. Kush enjoys getting fucked by Mita (DIL). But it's not a problem as it is an
acceptable norm nowadays. Kush gets banged hard as Mita loves his FIL too much. She never let him complain neither Kush misses Sita in her absence. Kush and his son Mithali oils each other's breasts
during their free time and also share their experiences. Daily Mithali must style Kush's long hair in a "Khope". Kush has a very nice boy pussy which is both loved by Sita and Mita. Every alternative
day he performs for his wife and DIL. He even performs mujra for them and his son is allowed to rome naked on that occasion surving drinks and food.
#771
Come back 2(Monday, 18 September 2023 12:21)
More parts are coming soon please write your views...
#772
Ruhii(Monday, 18 September 2023 22:51)
Waiting for more updates comeback, try to add some tattoos and piercings too
#773
Priya(Monday, 18 September 2023)
Nice come back 2 waiting for more parts.......
#774
Ramya(Monday, 18 September 2023 23:16)
Comeback 2 super. Please add daughter and son in law also
#775
Come back 2(Tuesday, 19 September 2023 05:28)
Mithali son of Kush. Mithali is a house husband, the second head of the family after Kush and even after marriage he lives at his home with his family. From the early days, he had a lot of feminine
features. Like no body or facial hair growth or lump of meat around his chest similar to a woman's breast with a thick round ariola looking like "Gulab jamun". When he was born he was named Isith but
later due to his feminine features, it was changed to Mithali. When Mithali grew up, Kush and Sita were confirmed about his feminity and they started raising him to become an ideal house husband. He
studied social science and hospitality. Later his mother helped him to become a properly trained husband. He is well-versed in Home science and a graduate in Hospitality Management. Before marriage,
he was associated with a well-known Group of hotels but after marriage due to Mita, he had to leave his job to become a full-time well-mannered wifey house husband. After when his father became
transwoman he became more free. Sita loved to nourish her son. The first time after proper medication when Mithali started developing big, round, firm and well-sized breasts his mother was very
happy. She used to take proper care of his breasts and never let them become loose. Mithali grew his hair long from a very early age and when Mita (Mithali's to-be wife or his present wife) came to
see him he had butt-length thick long black hair styled nicely in open condition with garlands of white chamali hanging from the side clips to hold the open hair intact. Sita purposefully kept
Mithai's hair open to show Mita's family his son's long black hair. She made Mithali wear a tight dress to show his ample size breasts and cleavage. Even Mithali and Mita were given a free space to
talk Mita took out a nice come from her bag and started brushing her husband's long hair. As they were talking too deep at the end Mithali even showed Mita his bare breasts and small penis. Mita was
so happy that she kissed Mithali everywhere and promised him that she would never leave him alone and provide him with all safety and security. After six months from that day, Mithali went with his
"barath" to Mita's place Mita tied a mangal sutra around Mithali's nake and the rituals were carried out in full pomp and order. Mithali also wears a sindoor in Mita's name and after marriage, he was
made to assume the role of a wifey househusband. But as per ritual, Mita has to leave her place and stay in her In-law's house. Mithali's makeup, dressing and hairstyle were done by Kush or Sita
regularly. Daily Mithali had to look good so that Mita was entertained by his looks. During the night he wears a transparent night to keep his hair open. Mita daily comes his long hair and at that
moment he had to remain fully naked with a quality amount of jewellery. Then she touches his whole body with his bare hands and tongue. Often she sucks his big round nipples and small penis. Mithali
keeps his body clean, and well saved and he loves to get this specific attention from his wife. Letter depending on her mood she puts on different sizes of dildoes and fucks his sexy husband for at
least an hour. Mithali makes a lot of noise during this session of fucking and that gives his wife a different level of satisfaction. He knows it very well and he diligently satisfies his wife. Only
once it came to a halt when one day he saw his dad on the same bed with him in the same condition and from that day an untold competition started between them. In the end, every day he sucks his
wife's pussy to satisfy her and drinks the nectar that is ejected from her pussy. He doesn't share a single drop of the nectar with anybody.
#776
Come back 2(Tuesday, 19 September 2023 06:32)
Sometimes during any festival or on their marriage anniversary, Mithali is dressed up by Kush and Sita. His hair was already long as it was customary for men to keep long hair tied in cloth like a
turban. There was no turban for him on those days. Instead, his parents did a centre partition on his hair and brushed it back to reveal their full length. Then they pulled the hair tight together in
a bun and secured it with lots of bobby pins. It felt so nice to see Mitali's long hair like that in a big bun. Dreamily he touched the bun with his fingers and it felt so feminine. Mithali's
attention goes to the table in front of him and he saw loads of gajra on it. He loves to attach gujra to his bun. His parents picked up the long gajra strand and giggled as they came behind him to
decorate his big hair bun with it. They inserted one end of the gajra in my bun and started rolling it over the bun. Slowly they covered the entire bun with gajra and secured it with pins. Mitali's
fingers involuntarily reached behind his ears and felt his bun which felt even bigger now with the flowers. The sweet smell of gajra filled the entire room and overpowered everything. The reflection
of himself in full makeup and jewellery touching his gajra with his fingers delicately - oh he looked like the epitome of feminity and that makes both Mithali and Mita happy. Next, Sita secured a big
maangtika on his son's forehead. It had jewels that matched the nath. The makeup was retouched an extra load of lip gloss was added to his lips, They pulled the ghunghat that was pinned on his
shoulders while he got ready and brought it down over his face. Mitali saw himself, as a woman decked in lehenga choli, ghunghat or saree and pallu over his head. His dad whispered in his ear, "Come,
your Wife is waiting for you." He guided him by the arm as Mitali walked towards his bedroom taking tiny steps, as his payals sang a sweet melody. Kush for this reason is made satisfied by Mita
regularly. Mita ensures that her husband takes full care of his FIL. Kush and Sita keep no stone unturned to keep their DIL happy.
#777
Come back 2(Tuesday, 19 September 2023 07:47)
Please advise on my writing and for further developing the story
#778
Lekha(Tuesday, 19 September 2023 09:26)
Quality and continuity of stories are missing , most of the stories are not completed. Instead of checking the stories and improvise based the suggestions received from readers
#779
Priya(Tuesday, 19 September 2023 12:43)
Superb comeback 2 waiting for next parts
Romance between FIL and Dil
Mil and Sil
#780
dear lekha(Tuesday, 19 September 2023 23:08)
Why dont you try
#781
Come back 2(Wednesday, 20 September 2023 07:25)
Kush had a young brother and a new disease started spreading in his body. This disease causes hormonal imbalance in the males who are in puberty age. It does not affect males who already reached
puberty. It caused havoc in his brother's body as the results were severe. Due to hormonal imbalance, in his teenage, he experienced breast growth just like girls. His skin also remains soft, and
hairless and he has curves like girls. There is no facial or bodily hair growth. Voices of his brother also became like girls. He gets a reaction and can perform normal sexual acts but he is
feminized so much that they do not look like boys. He lived with a lot of time and effort one of the affected boys. Doctors were not able to find any solution to undo this. Girls used to tease his
young brother and make fun of him. Soon he accepted his faith and started accepting his new conditions. He also started growing his hair like girls as they do not look good in short hair. Soon this
trend spread all over his life. His brother also has long hair and one can only tell the difference between him and a girl from their clothes. He now has to wear bras, wear girls' clothes and is not
usually seen over there.
I am Rakha brother of Kush I am also forced to grow my hair long. 7 years passed since this disease spread over my body. Now as a boy, I am affected by this
disease and look like girls and the only difference is they have a penis instead of a vagina. Society has also changed a lot in these years. It is now female-dominated as 80% of jobs were acquired by
women. A new marriage trend started in which boys became househusbands and had to live with their wives in their houses. Soon this trend is also followed by many girls. The boys were very happy but
they had a choice to do the job or remain at home. When I attained maturity my marriage was also fixed with a beautiful girl. Her name is Sangita. Soon after I married I was forced by MIL to stay
with them in their house. My MIL insisted that as I am a househusband and I am jobless I should do all housework. I agreed to her demand. Me and my wife had a rocking honeymoon in London. Then we
returned to home. Life was moving on just like normal. I used to wear T-shirts, shirts, jeans and pants just like normal boys. One day my wife during sex asked me to wear her nighty. It was a strange
request but I agreed to please her and told her that it was the first and last time I was wearing our clothes. We had great sex and
I slept in her nighty. I woke up late in the morning. I was terrified thinking that my MIL might have seen me in nighty. I got busy with my work. My MIL also did not say anything. A few days later my
MIL called me in her room. She was looking very serious. She said she had seen me sleeping at night that morning. She told that older generation men were real men and they never wear girls' clothes
but u new generation men are sissies. She told me as I'm a househusband and I have breasts, long silky hair, curves and a voice just like girls, I should wear a saree at least in front of her. She
said that she always dreamt of being served by an obedient bahu and now it's my responsibility to serve her like a bahu.
#782
Come back 2(Wednesday, 20 September 2023 07:30)
I tried to protest but she said your generation of males do look like
women so there is no harm or shame in wearing women's clothes. She said this was her final decision. However, she said
that you have to wear a saree only at home and you can wear your normal clothes at home. She immediately opened her
wardrobe and picked a beautiful pink saree with a blouse and petticoat. She told me to undress. I was now standing in a bra and
panty. Bra and panty were the only girly stuff I had to wear due to my breasts and big hips. She made me wear a petticoat then a blouse and then she taught me how to wear a saree. She also made me
wear bangles, bindi and lipstick. When I looked in the mirror I looked like an Indian woman. Before I looked like a woman wearing men's clothes but now I was looking completely feminine. I was
feeling aroused looking at myself. My MIL said this is the way you should dress in front of me. I will call you Bahu and you should cover your head with Pallu as long as you can. I change back to my
male clothes when my wife comes home or when I go outside. I was living like a complete woman in front
of my MIL. My MIL was very dominant and enjoyed being served by me. One day my wife returned early from the office. She was surprised to see me like this. My head was down in shame.
#783
Come back 2(Wednesday, 20 September 2023 07:32)
My MIL told my wife that she wanted me to act as her bahu so she made me wear a saree. She said that I should wear a saree regularly at home as it looks good on me. My wife was excited but she told
me that I could wear my male clothes if I did not like
a saree. My male ego was saying that I should stop wearing a saree but secretly I also liked my look in a saree. Finally, I decided and told my wife that I was feeling very comfortable in a saree and
these male clothes were not comfortable at all. From that day I wore a saree fully at home and wore male clothes only outside the home. I now became my wife's wife.
#784
Priya(Wednesday, 20 September 2023 13:08)
Comeback 2 literally it is too much exciting..... Thank waiting for next parts......
If possible add me as domiment female husband to any male......
#785
susmitha nair(Thursday, 21 September 2023 08:12)
i am a submissive crossdresser. i like to be the wife of a dominant butch female who sees herself as a man.
#786
Nina(Thursday, 21 September 2023 09:18)
https://youtu.be/0b1PWhBKEwM?si=_J3IiYRJiOEKaajP
#787
New world(Saturday, 23 September 2023 23:22)
My wife woke to my screaming sounds, she woke up and reached the living room where my Mother in Law was Fucking me, My Hands were on the wall bent down, raising my hips and thrusting them on the cock
of My MIL, She was slapping my thighs and enjoying his morning routine,
Yes in this new century, men are used as a slave for sex, entertainment, and work, we have no rights what so ever, we are married between 12 to 14 years, so we can start assisting our wife & In
Laws with doing household works so that they can focus more on their carrier, we are vulnerable to the sexual requirements of all females in the Family and specially wife Friends &
Colleagues
Our Dressing is also very less, we have to be semi-nude, we can’t have full clothing and our wives are all over showing our flash, depending on color we are taken, mostly women have 3 to 4 husbands,
more blacks are used as a maid and sexual satisfaction of elders, bit fair are used in offices to work and support wives fairest and sexiest is always with their wives with bare minimum clothing,
ready to entertained and fucked by their wives or anyone they wish for and have sexy names like pussy, cuttie, catty, matty, they are not given chairs in restaurants and offices they have to sit on
laps confronting their pet value in the society, they have to maintain their figures and weights as they fail to do so wife will marry someone new and yes we are not married as per will, but the
money on the table and once married we can't go back our homes as per the regulations, we become the sole property of our wives and are given a registration no.
Our wives can use us as collateral for loans, lease for money, and sell us and they don’t even bother taking our concerns.
#788
New world(Sunday, 24 September 2023 00:37)
So here I am My Name is Petty Given by my wife Raman , I was married when I was 12 along with My Father 2 Raman , Raman Mother Keshva found us online via Husband sale site , she was looking for a
pretty young and sexy boy with waist 27 breast 32 firm and strong pink nipples hips 30 height 165 cms and weight 50 kgs for herself , my mother on the other hand offered me for 1 million USD as I was
fair with a baby face and was a price possession for my mother , during initial offer Keshav selected me for herself as a pet HUSBAND , so that I can Satisfy her sexual requirements and nurse her at
this age but Raman asked her to buy me and make me her PET Husband and she will let her use as a pet for rest of her life like a pet husband so that she can also enjoy a young boy and can also make
herself happy and show as her as pet husband making her friend and relative jealous , so they called my mother for the deal and asked do she has more for the offering as they want me as Pet so I
won’t be doing much of house work and Raman needs one as soon she will be moving to a different location so my Mother offered my dad as Compliment and the deal was closed they came to our home to
have a look and check my figure and body parts along with my features like dance , massage , ability to withstand torture , sexual skills , and patience along with My Father ,
I was not aware of anything , in the Morning My Mom asked me to doll Up and record a strip video so that Raman can watch and enjoy my body parts and I am sold to her as a Pet Husband , now being a
Pet Husband was a dream of every boy , as pet husband have huge collection of clothes and are preferred husbands they get to sleep and on bed , eat with wives are taken out and have better life then
rest of the husbands , my father was not a pet husband , I have witnessed his humiliation several times , Nikki my mother Pet Husband and My Pet father have the good control over my mother she is
always dolled up in micro skirts and tops , even naked in family function every female in my Family want him to be in their Laps
#789
AJI(Sunday, 24 September 2023 00:48)
Please Adit, i am still waiting for IG CELEBRITY...........
#790
Priya(Sunday, 24 September 2023 01:59)
ComeBack2 and New World waiting for next parts
New World make some soft not too hard like pets
#791
Nina(Sunday, 24 September 2023 05:36)
https://youtu.be/6G2l-VLH3T4?si=yzhR9Ykeqhx2Yh1u
#792
Omg(Sunday, 24 September 2023 23:25)
Pathetic story new world
#793
Come back 2(Monday, 25 September 2023 07:18)
My MIL told my wife that she wanted me to act as her bahu so she made me wear a saree. She said that I should wear a saree regularly at home as it looks good on me. My wife was excited but she told
me that I could wear my male clothes if I did not like
a saree. My male ego was saying that I should stop wearing a saree but secretly I also liked my look in a saree. Finally, I decided and told my wife that I was feeling very comfortable in a saree and
these male clothes were not comfortable at all. From that day I wore a saree fully at home and wore male clothes only outside the home. I now became my wifey husband. My brothers accepted easily. So
I had no problem with them. Slowly I stopped wearing male clothes even outside. I thought to be true to myself so I left all male dresses and kept them in a bag separately in the store room. Day by
day my MIL started becoming more friendly. She taught me everything that would help me to become a good wife. She also taught me different styles to wear a saree and I taught her about Western
dressing. She started opening up more and we became more friendly to the extent that we called each other by our names and exchanged our undergarments also.
I was very caring towards my MIL as she helped me to become more feminine. Often when my wife was out to work we spent chatting. I would learn from her about makeup, hair maintenance and styling.
Slowly day by day we started becoming very close. She now started calling me by my name. I used to often help her in a lot of girly jobs and at times by removing unwanted hair growth from her private
parts. Now after my wife goes to her office or goes out on an office tour we enjoy ourselves a lot. My MIL name is Radha and mine is Rakha. So we call each other by our name. She often wears my
salwer suit or my Western outfit and does her makeup too. She often paints her hair black and I condition and shampoo. Her breasts have become saggy so I massage her breasts with oil. To make it
tight. Often we used to roam top less at home except when my wife was at home. She liked my huge breasts and often wished to have breasts like mine. Nowadays, It is her daily ritual to suck my
nipples and muscle my breasts and I loved it a lot. As she was a recognized dancer she started to train me in classical dance. I started learning dancing from her and often entertained my wife during
the nights when she drank. She also made me learn to dress in different dance forms and perform. My wife is very happy with such bonding and never interfered in between us. Now Radha (MIL) started to
open up about her desires and past sexual life to me. She was so unsatisfied and sex-starved. She told me that she lost her husband at a very young age and she is never satisfied with sex. She never
wanted to have sex in unfair means so she remained away from it and day by day her nature changed. Now as she started to reveal i also became more sympathetic towards her. I strated sucking her pussy
regularly and stated handing her as my friend. i asked my wife let her mom dress in what dress she desied. She was surprised by our bonding but never interfered and grunted permission. She let her
mom dress as per her wishes. Now often Radha wears tight small tops and jeans. She got her hair cut in layers ande had facial and jaw lift surgery. She looks more sexy then my wife. My wife is head
of the family now.
#794
Come back 2(Monday, 25 September 2023 07:19)
Please relate the story to the previous parts... And enjoy in your imagination.
#795
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:13)
Scene 1: The Rainy Night Journey
The story begins on a tumultuous night in the heart of Mumbai. Rahul, a solitary figure, stands beside his car parked on a rain-soaked street. The sky is a canvas of dark, brooding clouds, and
raindrops fall relentlessly, creating a symphony of pattering sounds on the pavement.
Rahul appears resolute, a determined traveler in the face of adversity. His car, a sturdy companion, is his ticket to escape the bustling city and venture into the unknown. Clutching the car keys
tightly, he gazes at the winding road ahead, barely visible through the torrential rain.
The windshield wipers work tirelessly, sweeping back and forth in a desperate battle against the deluge. The dim glow of streetlights casts eerie shadows on the slick pavement, and the neon signs of
Mumbai's nightlife flicker like distant fireflies.
Despite the inclement weather, Rahul is undeterred. The relentless rain is his companion on this journey, an unyielding force that seems to challenge his determination. He knows that the road to Goa,
with all its twists and turns, will not be an easy one, especially in such hostile weather.
Inside the car, the soft hum of the engine provides a reassuring background noise, a testament to the machine's readiness for the impending journey. The soft patter of rain on the car roof is
hypnotic, a soothing rhythm that seems to lull Rahul into a sense of focus.
His hands grip the steering wheel firmly, knuckles white with determination. The journey ahead is fraught with challenges, but Rahul is undaunted. He is a man with a purpose, driven by a desire to
escape the urban chaos and embrace the unknown adventure that awaits him in Goa.
As Rahul inches his car forward, navigating the winding roads of the ghat region, he knows that this stormy night is just the beginning of his journey. The raindrops on his windshield are like a
prelude to the trials and tribulations that lie ahead, and he is ready to face them all with unwavering resolve.
#796
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:13)
Scene 2: Car Breakdown
The rain, unrelenting in its fury, continued to lash against Rahul's car as he navigated the winding roads of the ghat region. He had been driving for hours, and the strain was beginning to show on
his face. The windshield wipers worked frantically, but visibility remained poor.
And then it happened.
With a sudden, jolting shudder, Rahul's car faltered. The engine sputtered as if gasping for breath, and the once-reliable vehicle began to slow down. Panic surged through Rahul as he desperately
pumped the gas pedal, hoping to coax a little more life out of the ailing car.
But his efforts were in vain.
With a final, pathetic cough, the engine gave up the fight, and the car came to a grinding halt on the rain-slicked road. Rahul's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was
stranded in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night, with the rain pouring down relentlessly.
With a sigh of resignation, Rahul turned the key in the ignition, but the engine remained stubbornly silent. He tried again and again, each attempt met with the same result - a disheartening
silence.
As despair threatened to consume him, Rahul forced himself to focus. He knew he had to figure out what was wrong with the car. Taking a deep breath, he donned a rain-soaked jacket and stepped out
into the deluge.
The rain drenched him instantly, soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair to his forehead. Undeterred, he popped open the hood of the car and peered inside. He was no mechanic, but he had
some basic knowledge of car engines.
His trembling hands fumbled with the wet engine parts as he tried to identify the issue. Rainwater mixed with oil as he worked, creating a grimy mess. He checked the battery, the fuel lines, and the
spark plugs, but nothing seemed amiss.
Desperation gnawed at him as he realized that he was out of his depth. The car remained motionless, a cold, metallic shell that offered no respite from the relentless rain.
Shivering, soaked, and defeated, Rahul reluctantly closed the hood of the car. He knew he needed help, but in this desolate stretch of road, help seemed like a distant dream. The rain continued to
pour, soaking him to the bone, and Rahul huddled in the driver's seat, wondering how he would get out of this predicament.
#797
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:14)
Scene 3: The Stranger's Arrival
The relentless rain continued to pelt Rahul's stranded car as he sat in the driver's seat, his sense of hope slowly eroding like the asphalt beneath him. Desperation gnawed at him, and he wondered
how he would escape this forsaken stretch of road. His fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel, a futile gesture that mirrored his growing unease.
But just as Rahul began to lose hope, a distant set of headlights pierced through the downpour, like a beacon of salvation cutting through the stormy night. He squinted through the rain-splattered
windshield, scarcely daring to believe what he was seeing.
As the approaching vehicle drew closer, it materialized into a sturdy car, its headlights casting a stark glow on the slick road. The car came to a stop a few feet away from Rahul's stranded vehicle,
and the rumble of the engine subsided.
Moments later, a figure emerged from the driver's seat of the other car, and Rahul watched, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and curiosity. The stranger approached Rahul's car with
confident strides, undeterred by the relentless rain.
Raindrops clung to the stranger's coat, and he wore a determined expression on his face. His footsteps echoed like a steady drumbeat in the heavy downpour.
As the stranger drew nearer, Rahul rolled down his fogged-up window, greeted by the welcome sight of an outstretched hand. The stranger's voice cut through the storm as he introduced himself.
"I'm Sachin Jadhav," he said, his words carrying an air of calm reassurance. "Looks like you're in a bit of a fix here. Mind if I take a look?"
Rahul, his gratitude outweighing any reservations, nodded eagerly. Sachin, seemingly unbothered by the pouring rain, crouched down beside the car's engine, his experienced hands working deftly to
diagnose the problem.
Sachin's brows furrowed as he inspected the engine, and Rahul watched anxiously, desperate for a glimmer of hope. After a few moments, Sachin stood up and turned to face Rahul.
"It's not looking good," Sachin admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "Your car seems to have suffered a serious issue. I doubt we'll be able to fix it here, especially in this weather."
Rahul's heart sank at the news, but Sachin wasn't finished.
"But don't worry," Sachin continued with a reassuring smile. "I live nearby. It's not far from here. You can leave your car here for the night, and we'll figure out a solution in the morning. I have
some tools and a dry place to work. You can come with me, and we'll get you out of this rain."
Rahul, touched by Sachin's kindness, couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope returning. He knew he was in the presence of a stranger, but in this moment of desperation, Sachin's offer of help felt
like a lifeline. He nodded gratefully, and with that, he began to gather his belongings, preparing to follow his newfound savior into the stormy night.
#798
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:15)
Scene 4: Sachin's Offer
With a grateful nod, Rahul gathered his belongings, preparing to abandon his stranded car. Rain continued to fall, relentless and unforgiving, as if nature itself conspired against him. He locked his
car, leaving it to its fate on the deserted road, and then hurried to catch up with Sachin, who had retreated to the shelter of his own vehicle.
Sachin, still relatively dry in comparison to Rahul, greeted him with a warm smile as he settled into the driver's seat. "Let's get out of this rain," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
Rahul climbed into Sachin's car, welcomed by the warmth of the interior and the faint scent of leather. The engine roared to life, a stark contrast to Rahul's now-lifeless vehicle.
As they drove through the stormy night, rainwater cascading down the windows, Rahul shared the details of his predicament with Sachin. He explained his journey to Goa and the sudden breakdown of his
car in this desolate ghat region. Sachin listened attentively, his expression empathetic.
When Rahul had finished recounting his ordeal, Sachin glanced over at him with a sympathetic nod. "It happens to the best of us," he said, his tone understanding. "Cars can be temperamental,
especially in weather like this."
As they continued along the rain-soaked road, Sachin's demeanor remained reassuring, and Rahul couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in this stranger who had come to his aid.
After a while, they approached a turnoff, and Sachin pulled the car onto a narrow, winding path that led deeper into the hills. Rahul couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension as they left the
main road behind, but he trusted that Sachin knew what he was doing.
Finally, they arrived at a secluded house nestled amidst the lush greenery of the ghat region. It had an aura of warmth and comfort that was in stark contrast to the cold, desolate road they had left
behind.
Sachin parked the car in a sheltered area, away from the rain, and turned off the engine. He turned to Rahul, his eyes filled with determination. "Listen," he began, "your car is going to need some
serious repairs. There are no mechanics around here at this hour, and even if there were, they wouldn't be able to do much in this weather."
Rahul nodded, his heart heavy with the realization that his journey to Goa was on hold for now.
"But don't worry," Sachin continued, his voice reassuring. "We'll get you back on the road tomorrow. My place isn't far from here. You can stay the night, and we'll sort out the car in the morning.
I've got some tools, and I know a bit about fixing cars. We'll make it work."
Rahul felt a surge of gratitude for this stranger's generosity and willingness to help. "Thank you," he said sincerely, his voice choked with emotion.
Sachin simply smiled and opened the car door, gesturing for Rahul to follow him inside the warm, welcoming sanctuary of his home. As Rahul stepped out into the rain once more, he couldn't help but
think that perhaps, in the midst of this stormy night, he had found an unexpected beacon of kindness and assistance in Sachin.
#799
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:16)
Scene 5: The Forgotten Luggage
The rain continued its relentless assault as Rahul climbed into Sachin's car, relief washing over him as the warmth enveloped his shivering body. The interior of Sachin's car was a stark contrast to
the cold, damp world outside, and Rahul welcomed the respite from the storm.
Sachin settled into the driver's seat, and with a reassuring nod to Rahul, he navigated the winding path that led to his secluded home in the ghat region. As the rain battered the car's windows, they
drove further into the hills, leaving behind the deserted road and the memories of Rahul's stranded car.
The conversation between the two men flowed naturally, despite the circumstances that had brought them together. Sachin was a gracious host, eager to put Rahul at ease, and their talk was punctuated
with laughter and shared stories.
Unbeknownst to Rahul, however, there was something crucial he had left behind – his luggage. In his haste to escape the relentless rain and find shelter, he hadn't given a second thought to the
belongings he had packed for his journey to Goa.
It wasn't until they arrived at Sachin's picturesque home, nestled amidst the verdant hills, that Rahul realized his oversight. As he stepped out of the car and into the sheltered garage, he patted
his pockets in search of his wallet, only to realize with a sinking feeling that his suitcase was nowhere to be found.
His eyes widened in realization, and he turned to Sachin, a look of dismay on his face. "I left my luggage in my car," he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
Sachin, ever the understanding host, chuckled softly. "Don't worry," he said, trying to ease Rahul's concern. "We'll sort that out tomorrow when we're working on your car. For now, let's get you
inside and out of those wet clothes."
Rahul nodded, grateful for Sachin's understanding, but the realization that he had left behind all his belongings weighed heavily on his mind. He followed Sachin into the house, his wet shoes
squeaking on the polished floor, and as the door closed behind them, he couldn't help but wonder how this twist of fate might affect his journey and his time in Sachin's care.
#800
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:16)
Scene 6: Arrival at Sachin's House
Sachin's house, a welcoming haven amidst the relentless rain and mist-covered hills of the ghat region, felt like a sanctuary to Rahul as he stepped inside. The interior exuded a sense of warmth and
coziness, with soft lighting and tasteful decor that made it clear that this was a place of comfort and solace.
Sachin gestured for Rahul to enter, his smile radiating genuine hospitality. "Make yourself at home," he said warmly. "You must be soaked to the bone. I'll take care of the car situation while you
freshen up."
Grateful for Sachin's kind offer, Rahul nodded and followed his host's directions to the bathroom. The bathroom, much like the rest of the house, was tastefully designed, with clean white tiles and
plush towels neatly hung on a rack.
Rahul wasted no time shedding his wet clothes, which clung uncomfortably to his skin. The hot water in the shower was a welcome relief as he allowed it to wash away the rain and the anxiety of the
night's events. The steam filled the bathroom, and he could feel the tension in his muscles melting away.
After the refreshing shower, Rahul wrapped himself in a fluffy towel Sachin had provided. He felt rejuvenated, the stresses of the night replaced with a sense of gratitude for his newfound friend's
hospitality.
As Rahul exited the bathroom, he found Sachin in the living room, busily assembling an assortment of tools and equipment. The room was cozy, with soft lighting that bathed the space in a warm,
inviting glow.
Sachin looked up and smiled as Rahul approached. "Feeling better?" he inquired, setting aside a toolbox.
Rahul nodded, feeling a deep sense of appreciation for Sachin's help. "Thank you for everything," he said earnestly. "I can't express how grateful I am for your kindness."
Sachin waved off the gratitude with a humble smile. "It's no trouble at all. We'll sort out your car issue tomorrow. For now, let's focus on getting you settled in."
With that, Sachin led Rahul to a comfortable guest room, complete with a soft, inviting bed. "You can rest here for the night," he offered. "I've set out some dry clothes for you. Make yourself
comfortable, and I'll see you in the morning."
Rahul, appreciative of Sachin's hospitality, nodded his thanks. As he settled into the cozy bed, the rain continued to drum against the windows, but inside Sachin's home, he felt safe and cared for.
It was a stark contrast to the trials of the night, and Rahul couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring as he closed his eyes and allowed exhaustion to carry him into a deep, dreamless
sleep.
#801
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:17)
Scene 7: A Transformation
The bathroom was a haven of warmth and solitude as Rahul stood alone, wrapped in a fluffy towel after his refreshing shower. The steam from the hot water still hung in the air, and the bathroom's
clean, white tiles felt comforting underfoot.
Rahul ran a towel through his wet hair, his thoughts wandering back to his forgotten luggage. He mentally berated himself for leaving it behind in his car, a lapse in judgment that now seemed
monumental. All of his belongings – clothes, toiletries, and personal items – were stranded with his vehicle on that deserted road.
As he dried himself off, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. He had nothing to change into, no dry clothes to wear, and the idea of spending the night in a borrowed towel was far
from comforting.
With a deep breath, he reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly with anxiety. He knew he had to contact Sachin, who had been nothing but kind and accommodating, and ask for some clothing
to borrow. It was a daunting request to make, considering they were still essentially strangers.
He scrolled through his contacts until he found Sachin's number, and with a hesitant tap, he initiated the call. As he waited for Sachin to answer, Rahul couldn't help but feel a mixture of
embarrassment and gratitude.
Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Sachin was going over some last-minute details for the car repairs the following morning. His phone buzzed, and he pulled it from his pocket, noticing that it
was Rahul calling.
"Hello?" Sachin answered, his voice calm and welcoming.
Rahul hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice tinged with apprehension. "Sachin, I hate to ask, but I left my luggage in my car, and I have nothing to wear. Is there any chance you have
some spare clothing I could borrow for the night?"
Sachin, ever the gracious host, didn't miss a beat. "Of course, Rahul," he replied with a friendly tone. "I'll find something suitable for you. Just give me a moment."
Rahul sighed with relief, grateful for Sachin's understanding. As he waited in the bathroom, still wrapped in his towel, he couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected twist in his journey might
continue to unfold.
#802
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:18)
Scene 8: Borrowing Subhangi's Attire
Sachin, ever accommodating, had assured Rahul that he would find something for him to wear. As Rahul waited in the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. He was
about to borrow clothing from a virtual stranger, and the idea was both unfamiliar and daunting.
Moments later, Sachin returned to the bathroom, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Rahul," he began gently, "our sizes are significantly different, and I don't have any men's clothing on hand.
However, I do have some of my late wife's clothing in the cupboard. It's up to you whether you'd like to try it or spend the night in the borrowed towel. The choice is yours."
Rahul hesitated, torn between the desire for dry clothing and the discomfort of wearing women's attire. The prospect of donning clothes meant for Sachin's late wife, Subhangi, felt unusual and
unexpected. But the thought of spending the night in a wet towel was even less appealing.
With a sigh, Rahul finally made his decision. "I'll give it a try," he said, his voice filled with resolve.
Sachin nodded in understanding and left Rahul to his own devices, respecting his guest's privacy. He retrieved Subhangi's clothing from the cupboard and set them out for Rahul to use.
As Rahul stood before the array of clothing, he couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and trepidation. He had never worn women's clothing before, and the sight of bras, panties, blouses, and
petticoats felt unfamiliar and somewhat daunting.
With a deep breath, he began to dress himself. He slipped into a bra and panties, his movements awkward but determined. Next came a blouse, its fabric soft against his skin, followed by a petticoat
that rustled softly with each step.
The piece de resistance was a beautiful turquoise saree, its intricate patterns and vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dreary night outside. Rahul carefully wrapped it around himself, fumbling
slightly with the pleats but eventually managing to drape it elegantly.
Embracing the transformation, he adorned himself with jewelry. Dangling earrings caught the light as they swayed with his movements, a delicate necklace graced his neck, and payal adorned his ankles,
creating a gentle melody with each step. He placed a bindi on his forehead, the finishing touch that completed the look.
As he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Rahul couldn't help but feel a profound sense of transformation. The woman staring back at him was a far cry from the man who had embarked on a
rainy night journey to Goa. The attire and jewelry had transformed him into someone entirely different, and the experience was both surreal and strangely liberating.
With a final touch, he applied a subtle layer of makeup, enhancing his features with a touch of lipstick and eyeliner. As he stared at his reflection, he couldn't help but wonder what Sachin's
reaction would be to this unexpected transformation.
#803
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023)
Scene 9: The Startling Resemblance
With each step, the payal on Rahul's ankles chimed melodically, creating a soft, rhythmic music that accompanied his movements. He emerged from the bedroom, adorned in Subhangi's attire, the saree
swaying gracefully with his steps. His makeup was subtle, enhancing his features without overwhelming them.
Sachin, who had been waiting in the living room, turned as Rahul entered. His eyes widened in sheer astonishment, and for a moment, he was struck speechless.
Rahul, unaware of the effect his transformation had on Sachin, approached him with a shy smile, grateful for the borrowed clothing that had provided warmth and comfort on this rainy night. He felt a
sense of vulnerability, wearing attire that was so far from his usual, but it had been necessary to escape the wet towel.
But what he didn't realize was the uncanny resemblance he bore to someone deeply significant to Sachin.
Sachin, his voice trembling with disbelief and emotion, finally managed to speak. "Subhangi, how did you end up here? Where have you been all this time?"
Rahul was taken aback by the question. He blinked in confusion, his mind racing to process Sachin's words. "I'm not Subhangi," he replied, his voice gentle but filled with surprise.
Sachin, however, couldn't tear his gaze away. The woman standing before him, clad in Subhangi's attire and adorned with her jewelry, bore an uncanny resemblance to his missing wife. The shock of
seeing someone who looked so much like her after two long years of uncertainty was overwhelming.
Sachin's eyes glistened with tears as he stared at Rahul, his voice quivering with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "You look exactly like her," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "How can
you not be Subhangi?"
Rahul, now realizing the gravity of the situation, struggled to find words. He had stumbled into a stranger's life, and this unexpected transformation had brought him to a moment of profound
revelation. He could see the pain and longing in Sachin's eyes, and he wanted to explain that he was not Subhangi but merely a traveler who had found himself in this extraordinary circumstance.
But before he could utter a word, Sachin moved closer, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch Rahul's face. The realization that the woman before him was not his beloved Subhangi began to
dawn on him, but the resemblance was too uncanny to ignore.
As Sachin's fingers brushed against Rahul's cheek, he finally seemed to comprehend. The tears that had welled up in his eyes began to flow, and he pulled Rahul into a tight, emotional embrace.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the stranger's unexpected reaction, Rahul could only offer a comforting pat on Sachin's back. The rain continued to fall outside, and inside the house,
the two men found themselves connected by a twist of fate that neither of them could have foreseen.
In that moment, the boundaries of time, identity, and circumstance blurred, and the night took on a surreal quality, as if it held the promise of something extraordinary, something that would change
the course of both their lives forever.
#804
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:21)
Scene 10: The Shocking Revelation
Tears continued to flow down Sachin's face as he clung to Rahul, overwhelmed by the uncanny resemblance. He couldn't believe his eyes; this woman before him, dressed in Subhangi's attire and adorned
with her jewelry, looked exactly like his missing wife.
Rahul, feeling the weight of Sachin's emotions and unable to keep up the charade any longer, gently pushed Sachin back slightly, creating some distance between them. He looked into Sachin's eyes, his
own filled with compassion and sincerity.
"I'm not Subhangi," Rahul finally admitted, his voice soft and understanding. "I am Rahul."
Sachin stared at him, his expression shifting from disbelief to confusion and then to a deep sense of sorrow. The realization that the woman before him was not his beloved Subhangi finally sank in,
and the weight of the moment bore down on him.
Without saying a word, Sachin turned and walked away, his steps heavy with a sense of resignation. Rahul followed him, still wrapped in Subhangi's attire, his heart heavy with sympathy for the man
who had mistaken him for his missing wife.
Sachin led Rahul to a room in the house, his movements mechanical and devoid of emotion. He opened the door, revealing a space that was dimly lit, and gestured for Rahul to enter.
The room held a large, ornate bed covered with deep maroon sheets, and at its center lay a figure that sent shivers down Rahul's spine. It was a woman, her lifeless body eerily resembling Rahul in
Subhangi's attire.
Sachin spoke with a voice that quivered with sorrow and grief. "This... this is Subhangi," he said, his words heavy with emotion.
Rahul stood in stunned silence, his heart aching at the sight before him. He had stumbled into a house haunted by the memory of a missing loved one, a house that bore the weight of two souls – one
lost and one searching.
The rain continued to pour outside, a relentless reminder of the night's events. Inside the room, Rahul and Sachin shared a silent moment of understanding, bound by circumstances that had thrust them
together in a way neither of them could have foreseen.
As the realization of the tragic truth settled in, Rahul couldn't help but wonder how this shocking revelation would affect their relationship and the course of their lives, now inexplicably
intertwined by fate.
#805
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:21)
Scene 11: Dinner and Passion
The room felt heavy with unspoken emotions as Sachin and Rahul sat down to a solemn dinner. The lingering shock of the revelation about Subhangi's fate weighed on them both. Each bite of food seemed
to carry the burden of sorrow, and the clinking of cutlery against plates was the only sound that broke the silence.
Sachin's eyes often drifted toward Rahul, captivated by the striking beauty that had initially led to the mistaken identity. He couldn't help but see the woman he had loved in the face before him, a
face that bore an uncanny resemblance to Subhangi. Memories of their time together flooded his mind, and he was haunted by thoughts of his missing wife.
As they progressed through the meal, Sachin felt the need to break the tension in the room. He suggested drinks, hoping to numb the pain and ease the burden of the past two years. Pouring them both a
glass of whisky, the amber liquid shimmered in the soft, warm light of the room.
They sipped the drinks, the alcohol slowly weaving its way into their veins, dulling their senses and loosening the weight of their sorrows. The room grew hazy, and the emotional turmoil that had
gripped them seemed to soften.
The relentless rain outside provided a soothing backdrop to their evening. The combination of alcohol and shared grief blurred the lines between reality and desire. Sachin, unable to resist the pull
he felt toward Rahul, leaned in and kissed him, his lips trembling with a mix of longing and despair.
Rahul, taken by surprise, found himself swept up in the moment, their mouths meeting in a fervent kiss. In the dimly lit room, their desires took over, and they lost control, their bodies coming
together in a passionate embrace.
Sachin, consumed by the belief that Rahul was his beloved Subhangi, gave in to the passion that had been suppressed for so long. It was a moment of raw emotion, a cathartic release of the grief and
longing that had tormented him.
#806
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:22)
Scene 12: Morning Regret
The room was bathed in the soft, early-morning light as Rahul slowly began to stir from his slumber. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him, and he felt a heavy weight settle in
his chest.
As the reality of what had transpired in the dimly lit room washed over him, Rahul couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. The passionate encounter with Sachin, driven by confusion and desire,
had left him with a profound sense of guilt and remorse.
He turned his head, glancing at the still-sleeping figure of Sachin beside him. Sachin, lost in his dreams, was unaware of Rahul's inner turmoil. The man who had mistaken him for his missing wife,
Subhangi, was now peacefully asleep, his face serene in the early morning light.
But for Rahul, the weight of their actions weighed heavily on his conscience. He had allowed himself to become entangled in a situation that had spiraled out of control, a situation born of
misunderstanding and fueled by emotions neither of them had truly understood.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Rahul began to cry. Silent tears streamed down his face as he grappled with the consequences of that fateful night. He felt a deep sense of regret for
allowing things to go so far, for not setting the record straight about his true identity.
The room remained still, save for the soft sounds of Rahul's tears. The morning light continued to filter in through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow over the room. Outside, the world
was waking up to a new day, but inside, Rahul was wrestling with the turmoil of the night before.
As the first rays of dawn illuminated the room, Rahul knew that he couldn't continue this charade any longer. He had to face Sachin and the truth about who he was. The events of the night had left an
indelible mark on both their lives, and it was time to confront the consequences of their actions.
#807
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:23)
Scene 13: Sachin's Apology and Proposal
As the first light of morning filtered into the room, Rahul's silent tears continued to fall. He couldn't shake the sense of regret and turmoil that had consumed him since the previous night's
passionate encounter. The weight of his actions, driven by confusion and desire, pressed down on him, and he felt an overwhelming need to set things right.
Sachin, still lost in slumber, began to stir as he sensed the shifting emotions in the room. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon Rahul, who lay beside him, tears staining his face. The
sight of Rahul's vulnerability brought a deep sense of remorse washing over him.
Realization struck Sachin like a lightning bolt, and he understood the gravity of his actions. He had mistaken Rahul for his missing wife, Subhangi, and their night of passion had been a result of
his own longing and misunderstanding. The guilt and sorrow he felt were almost suffocating.
Sachin's heart ached as he watched Rahul cry. He knew that he had caused this pain, and it was a pain he never wanted to inflict upon anyone. Gathering his courage, he reached out and gently touched
Rahul's shoulder.
"Rahul," Sachin said softly, his voice filled with regret and sincerity, "I am so sorry. I don't know how to express how deeply sorry I am for what happened last night. It was a terrible mistake, and
I never should have let things go so far."
Rahul turned to look at Sachin, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I know," he replied, his voice trembling. "I should have been more clear about who I am. This is all my
fault as well."
Sachin's heart ached at Rahul's words. He knew that there was no way to undo the events of the past, but he was determined to make amends for the pain he had caused.
In a moment of deep sincerity, Sachin spoke from the depths of his heart. "Rahul, I can't change the past, but I want to make things right. I can't bring Subhangi back, but I can offer you something.
Will you forgive me, and will you consider becoming a part of my life?"
Rahul looked at Sachin, surprised by his proposal. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Sachin took a deep breath, his eyes earnest. "I want to marry you, Rahul," he said, his voice unwavering. "I want to make you a part of my life, as Subhangi."
Rahul's heart swelled with a mix of emotions. He had never expected this turn of events, but he could see the sincerity in Sachin's eyes. The man before him had made a terrible mistake, but he was
also willing to take responsibility and make amends in a unique and unexpected way.
As they looked at each other, their lives forever entwined by the events of that rainy night, Rahul knew that the path forward was uncertain but filled with possibility. He had a decision to make,
one that would shape the course of his life in ways he had never imagined.
#808
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:23)
Scene 14: The Acceptance
As Rahul looked into Sachin's eyes, he saw the sincerity and remorse that filled them. Sachin's proposal, unexpected and unconventional as it was, carried a weight of genuine remorse and a desire to
make amends for the mistakes of the past.
Rahul considered his own circumstances. He was a traveler, alone and adrift in the world, and he had no one waiting for him. The events of that rainy night had brought him into Sachin's life in a way
he could never have predicted, and in that moment, he felt a connection to the man who had made a grave mistake but was now willing to make things right.
With a mix of emotions, Rahul nodded slowly, his voice filled with a quiet acceptance. "I accept," he said, his heart heavy with the weight of the decision. "I'll be a part of your life,
Sachin."
Sachin's eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. He pulled Rahul into a tight embrace, their bodies coming together in a shared understanding of the path they were now embarking on. It was a
unique and unexpected arrangement, but it was one born out of a desire for forgiveness, redemption, and the chance to heal.
Dressed in a green nauwari saree, Rahul moved with grace and elegance, the intricate draping of the saree enhancing his beauty. He wore a Nath, a traditional nose ring, that added a touch of cultural
authenticity to his appearance. Adorning his neck was the Lakshmi Haar, a symbol of prosperity and auspiciousness, which shimmered as he moved.
On his arms, he wore a set of traditional Maharashtrian bangles known as Chura, which carried both cultural and sentimental significance. The Bakuli Haar, Putli Haar, and Moti Haar adorned his neck,
adding to his traditional Maharashtrian bridal look. His hands glittered with the Vaaki and Bugadi, intricate pieces of jewelry that graced his wrists and arms.
Around his ankles, Rahul wore the melodious payal, its gentle chiming accompanying every step he took. The soft tinkling sound became a familiar and comforting presence in the Jadhav household. His
toes were adorned with a toe ring, another traditional element of Maharashtrian bridal attire.
Subhangi's transformation was not just physical but also in spirit. With each piece of jewelry and every fold of the nauwari saree, he embraced the rich cultural heritage of Maharashtra and the new
identity he had assumed.
Sachin, in a gesture of acceptance and love, renamed Rahul as Subhangi. This name became a symbol of the bond they shared and the role Rahul played in their lives.
In his new attire and with his new name, Subhangi carried the legacy of the Jadhav family forward. He was not just a symbol of their resilience but also a testament to the power of love and
forgiveness. As Mrs. Subhangi Sachin Jadhav, he had found a place where he belonged, and the Jadhav family had found a way to heal their wounds and move forward together.
The embrace between Rahul and Sachin marked a new beginning, one that was filled with uncertainty but also with hope. They had found solace in each other's company, and as they looked toward the
future, they knew that they would face the challenges and joys of life together, bound by a unique twist of fate that had forever changed their destinies.
#809
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:24)
Scene 15: Returning to Pune
With their decision made and their paths now intertwined, Sachin and Subhangi left behind the rainy night that had forever altered the course of their lives. They drove together to Sachin's house in
Pune, the journey marked by a sense of anticipation and the weight of their shared history.
Upon arriving at their destination, Sachin and Subhangi stepped out of the car, the atmosphere around them filled with a sense of both nervousness and excitement. The house stood before them, a place
where memories of Subhangi had once flourished and where new memories were about to be forged.
As they approached the entrance, the door swung open, revealing two young faces filled with astonishment and delight. Sanvi and Suraj, Sachin's children, stood there, their eyes wide with wonder as
they took in the sight of the woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to their missing mother.
Tears welled up in their eyes, and without hesitation, they rushed forward, throwing their arms around Subhangi in a tight embrace. They cried tears of joy, their voices filled with a mixture of
relief and happiness.
"Mom!" Sanvi exclaimed, her voice quivering with emotion. "Where have you been for so long? We missed you so much!"
Suraj, equally moved, nodded in agreement, his voice choked with tears. "We thought you were gone forever. We were so scared."
Subhangi, now fully embracing her role, held her children close, her own eyes brimming with tears. She looked at them, her heart filled with love for these two young souls who had been without their
mother for so long.
"I'm here now," she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness. "I've come back to you."
Sachin stood by, watching the reunion of his family with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He had never expected that the events of the rainy night would lead to this moment, where Subhangi had
returned, in a way, to their lives.
As the family embraced, their tears mingling with laughter and love, they knew that they were embarking on a new chapter together. The missing piece of their family had been found, and the bond
between them, strengthened by the trials they had faced, was unbreakable.
The house in Pune, once filled with memories of Subhangi, was now a place where her presence had returned, in a different form but with the same love and devotion. The Jadhav family had found a way
to heal and move forward, their lives forever changed by the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them back together.
#810
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:24)
Scene 16: Reuniting with the In-Laws
As the joyous reunion unfolded within Sachin's house, another significant moment awaited. Sachin's parents, Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna Jadhav, had been eagerly awaiting their daughter-in-law's
return for two long years. Their lives had been marked by grief and uncertainty, and now, with Subhangi's presence once again in their home, they couldn't contain their emotions.
The elderly couple, tears of happiness in their eyes, entered the room where Subhangi stood, surrounded by her family. The sight of her, dressed in traditional Maharashtrian attire, brought a sense
of relief and overwhelming joy.
Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna rushed forward, their arms outstretched, and embraced Subhangi tightly. Their tears flowed freely as they held her close, the weight of the years without her disappearing
in that moment.
"Subhangi, our dear daughter," Mr. Shankar said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Where have you been all this time? We thought we had lost you forever."
Mrs. Suvarna, her grip on Subhangi unwavering, added, "We prayed for your return every day. We couldn't bear the thought of life without you."
Subhangi, fully committed to her role, allowed their warm embrace to envelop her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to bring happiness to their lives once more, even
if it was under unconventional circumstances.
As the initial excitement settled, Sachin stepped forward, his parents still holding onto Subhangi. He took a deep breath and decided that it was time to reveal the truth about Rahul and Subhangi's
unique situation.
"Mom, Dad," Sachin began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "I need to tell you the truth about what happened last night and why Subhangi looks the way she does."
Both of his parents looked at him, curiosity and concern in their eyes.
Sachin continued, "The person you see before you is not Subhangi. Her name is Rahul."
Confusion and surprise washed over their faces as they exchanged glances. Mrs. Suvarna released Subhangi, taking a step back. "What do you mean, Sachin? This is Subhangi, isn't it?"
Sachin nodded, his voice gentle as he explained, "Last night, I mistook Rahul for Subhangi because of their striking resemblance. We shared a moment of passion, believing that Subhangi had returned
to us. But this morning, Rahul revealed his true identity."
Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna listened intently, their expressions shifting from confusion to understanding.
Sachin continued, "Rahul has agreed to stay with us as Subhangi, to be a part of our family and bring back the happiness we lost when Subhangi went missing. It's an unconventional arrangement, but
it's one born out of forgiveness and the desire to heal."
Mrs. Suvarna, her eyes filled with gratitude, stepped forward once more and embraced Subhangi, this time with a deep sense of appreciation. "Thank you, dear," she said softly. "Thank you for your
sacrifice and for bringing our family back together."
Mr. Shankar nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with tears. "We may not have Subhangi back, but we have found a way to heal our family and move forward. We are forever grateful to you, Rahul, for
the role you are willing to play in our lives."
Subhangi, her heart touched by their words, embraced her in-laws with a newfound sense of purpose. The Jadhav family had found a way to come to terms with their loss and to move forward with hope and
love, bound together by the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them all back together.
#811
Subhangi(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:25)
Scene 17: Subhangi's New Role
In the days that followed the unexpected reunion and the unique arrangement that had been born out of that rainy night, Subhangi seamlessly settled into her new roles within the Jadhav family. Her
transformation from a traveler stranded by the roadside to a loving housewife, mother, and daughter-in-law was nothing short of remarkable.
With grace and poise, Subhangi managed the household's daily affairs. She cooked traditional Maharashtrian meals, the aroma of spices filling the air as she prepared dishes that had been a part of
Sachin's childhood memories. Her culinary skills earned praise from everyone in the family, and mealtime became a cherished occasion once more.
As a mother to Sanvi and Suraj, Subhangi's love and care knew no bounds. She helped them with their studies, played games with them, and listened to their hopes and dreams. The void that had been
left by the absence of their mother, Subhangi, was gradually filled by Rahul, who had embraced this new role with unwavering dedication.
In her interactions with Sachin's parents, Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna, Subhangi displayed the utmost respect and warmth. She managed the household's affairs with efficiency, overseeing the daily
routines and ensuring that the family's needs were met. Her presence brought comfort and stability to their lives, and the wounds of the past began to heal.
The Jadhav family, once marked by grief and uncertainty, was now a source of happiness and unity. The missing Subhangi, while never truly replaced, had found a unique form of reincarnation in Rahul,
who had willingly stepped into her shoes.
With Subhangi by their side, the family rediscovered the joys of togetherness. The laughter of children echoed through the halls, the aroma of home-cooked meals wafted from the kitchen, and the
loving bond between husband and wife was rekindled.
The void left by the missing Subhangi had been filled by Rahul, who had not only become an integral part of the family but had also helped them heal and move forward. The unique arrangement, born out
of an unexpected twist of fate, had brought happiness and love back into their lives.
In the heart of the Jadhav household, Subhangi, once a stranger stranded on a rainy night, had become a beacon of hope and a symbol of resilience. Their family had been mended, and the future held
the promise of happiness and unity, all thanks to the unforeseen events that had forever altered their destinies.
#812
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:28)
Chapter 1: Mumbai Mosaic
The city of Mumbai, a sprawling tapestry of dreams and diversities, where ancient traditions dance harmoniously with modernity. It's a city that never sleeps, where millions chase their hopes,
dreams, and destinies. In this vibrant metropolis, our story begins with two friends, Rahul and Hafeez, representing the beautiful tapestry of cultures that Mumbai embodies.
Rahul, a Goan and a Roman Catholic, had been born and raised in the heart of Mumbai. His family's roots in the city stretched back for generations, and he had grown up surrounded by the rich cultural
traditions of his Goan heritage. He was a testament to Mumbai's incredible diversity, where people from all walks of life coexisted harmoniously.
Hafeez, his best friend, was a Muslim, born and raised in the same bustling metropolis. His family hailed from North India, but Mumbai had been their home for decades. Hafeez had grown up cherishing
the customs and celebrations of his Muslim identity while embracing the multicultural spirit of the city.
The friendship between Rahul and Hafeez was a testament to Mumbai's unique ability to bring people from different backgrounds together. They had met in school, and their bond had only grown stronger
over the years. Their shared experiences had shaped them into inseparable companions, defying any barriers of religion or culture.
Rahul was known for his infectious laughter and a deep love for Goan cuisine, which he often shared with Hafeez. Hafeez, in turn, introduced Rahul to the delights of traditional Muslim dishes.
Together, they explored the city's nooks and crannies, from the historic churches of South Mumbai to the vibrant markets of Mohammed Ali Road during Ramadan.
Mumbai, with its chaotic yet captivating energy, provided the backdrop for their adventures. They navigated the city's local trains, tasted street food at crowded corners, and reveled in the
festivities of Ganesh Chaturthi and Eid alike.
As they sat on the bustling promenade of Marine Drive, watching the waves kiss the shores of the Arabian Sea, Rahul and Hafeez often reflected on their unique friendship and the extraordinary city
they called home. In Mumbai, a city where diversity was not just celebrated but embraced, their friendship was a testament to the unity that thrived amidst the cultural mosaic.
Little did they know that their next chapter in this dynamic city would unveil even more profound experiences, testing the strength of their bond and their individual identities. Mumbai, the city of
dreams, was about to write a new story in the lives of Rahul and Hafeez, one that would further enrich the vibrant tapestry of their friendship.
Chapter 2: Rahul's Secret
Rahul, a young man with striking features and a gentle demeanor, had a secret that he held close to his heart. In the vibrant tapestry of Mumbai's diverse culture, he found solace in an
unconventional passion that few knew about. Rahul had a deep fascination with dressing as a Muslim woman, celebrating the grace and beauty he saw in their attire.
It began innocently enough. Rahul had stumbled upon a local bazaar one day, where he saw an array of colorful fabrics and intricate garments. His curiosity piqued, he couldn't resist the allure of
the vibrant dupattas, the jingling bangles, and the elegant anarkali dresses. He decided to experiment with his newfound interest in the privacy of his own home, initially thinking it was just a
phase, a temporary escape from his everyday life.
However, as he draped a dupatta over his shoulders and looked at himself in the mirror, something clicked deep within him. The soft fall of the fabric, the delicate embroidery, and the transformation
it brought about made him feel complete in a way he couldn't explain. He realized that it wasn't merely a form of escapism; it was a celebration of the beauty he saw in these traditional
garments.
Over time, this secret passion became an essential part of his life. Rahul would wait for moments when he was alone, carefully selecting his ensemble, and losing himself in the process of
transforming into a Muslim woman. He practiced the intricate art of draping the dupatta with precision, applying makeup to enhance his features, and perfecting the graceful movements that accompanied
this unique form of self-expression.
In the beginning, he was cautious about sharing this secret with anyone, fearing judgment or misunderstanding.
#813
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:29)
Chapter 3: Hafeez's Loss
Hafeez, the embodiment of Mumbai's vibrant diversity, carried a heavy burden in his heart. His life had taken a tragic and unexpected turn, leaving him grappling with profound sorrow. He had lost his
beloved wife, Ayesha, to cancer, a relentless and merciless foe that had stolen her away, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill.
Ayesha had been the center of Hafeez's world, a beacon of love and strength in their humble home. Her warmth had enveloped their two young children, Salma and Junaid, and her wisdom had guided Hafeez
through the challenges of life in the bustling city of Mumbai. They had built a life together, full of dreams and aspirations, and their love had been a source of inspiration to everyone who knew
them.
Cancer had struck like a thunderbolt, a cruel twist of fate that had shattered their world. Hafeez had watched helplessly as the disease consumed Ayesha, stealing her vitality and spirit day by day.
He had been her unwavering support, accompanying her to countless doctor's appointments, holding her hand through the darkest nights, and trying to shield Salma, Junaid, and his aging parents from
the full extent of their grief.
After Ayesha's passing, grief had cast a long and unrelenting shadow over their once-happy family. Hafeez, a pillar of strength for his loved ones, found himself struggling to come to terms with the
immense loss. His children, Salma and Junaid, were left with aching hearts, trying to make sense of a world without their beloved mother.
The responsibility of caring for his young children and aging parents now weighed heavily on Hafeez's shoulders. He had to balance his role as a devoted father with the demands of his job as a local
tour guide. Every day was a battle to find the strength to carry on, to provide for his family, and to be the rock they so desperately needed.
Hafeez's loss had left a profound mark on his friendship with Rahul. Their bond had always been a source of solace and support, but now, Hafeez's grief had created a barrier that was difficult to
breach. He withdrew into his own world of sorrow, often retreating from the vibrant city they had once explored together.
Rahul, understanding the depths of Hafeez's pain, stood by his friend, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear whenever Hafeez needed it. Their friendship had weathered many storms, but
this was perhaps the most challenging test of their bond yet.
Chapter 4: A Fateful Visit
One evening, a particularly somber one for Hafeez, he decided to visit Rahul at his home. He rang the bell, but there was no response. Concerned, he used his spare key to enter, and as he stepped
into the softly lit room, he saw a vision that defied belief.
Scene 1: The Surreal Encounter
There, before him, stood Rahul, his best friend, dressed as a woman in a beautiful pink anarkali dress. The soft, flowing fabric of the dress embraced Rahul's figure, accentuating his feminine grace.
Pink bangles adorned each of his delicate wrists, their soft jingles filling the room with a musical cadence. Dangling earrings swayed gently with his every movement, catching the ambient light and
casting shimmering reflections. His neck sparkled with a necklace that held a delicate charm, adding a touch of elegance to his appearance. His long, dark hair cascaded down his back, loose and
untamed, creating an uncanny resemblance to Ayesha, Hafeez's late wife.
Scene 2: Hafeez's Overwhelming Emotions
Hafeez's heart raced as he tried to process the surreal scene before him. It was Rahul, transformed into a vision that looked exactly like Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha. The room seemed to blur as
Hafeez grappled with a torrent of emotions—shock, astonishment, confusion, and something deeper, something that stirred the memory of his beloved wife.
Scene 3: Rahul's Apprehension
Rahul, realizing that he had been discovered, felt a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension. He had never revealed this secret side of himself to Hafeez before. He had expected judgment,
confusion, or rejection, but not this astonishing turn of events. As he stood there, dressed as Ayesha, he awaited Hafeez's response, uncertain of what the future held for their friendship and for
himself.
#814
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:30)
Chapter 5: A Shocking Revelation
Scene 1: Behind the Curtain
The evening was somber, and Hafeez's heart was heavy as he approached Rahul's home. He rang the bell, but there was no response. Concern gnawed at him, and he decided to use his spare key to enter.
As he stepped into the softly lit room, his footsteps echoing, he saw a vision that defied belief.
There, before him, stood Rahul, his best friend, dressed as a woman in a beautiful pink anarkali dress. The soft, ambient light accentuated the delicate hues of her attire. Pink bangles adorned each
of her delicate wrists, their soft jingles filling the room with an eerie, almost magical, sound. Dangling earrings swayed gently with her every movement, casting shimmering shadows on the walls. Her
neck sparkled with a necklace that caught the light, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, loose and untamed. It was a startling transformation that bore an uncanny resemblance to Hafeez's
late wife, Ayesha.
Scene 2: Frozen in Disbelief
Hafeez's heart raced as he tried to process the surreal scene before him. It was Rahul, transformed into a vision that looked exactly like Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha. He stood there, frozen in shock,
his mind struggling to comprehend what his eyes were seeing.
"How could this be?" Hafeez stammered, his voice quivering with disbelief. He felt as though he had entered a realm of the impossible, where reality blurred into a fantastical dream. He could hardly
believe that the person before him was not Ayesha but Rahul, his close friend, who had been concealing this incredible secret.
Scene 3: Rahul's Confession
Rahul, realizing that he had been discovered, felt a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension. He had never revealed this secret side of himself to Hafeez before. He had expected judgment,
confusion, or rejection, but not this astonishing turn of events.
Trembling, she darted behind a curtain, her heart pounding in her chest. Hafeez called out to her, urging her not to hide. The room seemed to close in around them as she emerged from her hiding
place, and with tears in her eyes, she confessed to being Rahul, his close friend.
Scene 4: Unraveling the Mystery
Hafeez stood there, still in shock, unable to comprehend the surreal turn of events. He had seen Ayesha—or someone who looked exactly like her—right in front of him, only to discover that it was
Rahul, his best friend, who had been hiding behind this elaborate disguise.
"Why, Rahul?" Hafeez finally managed to ask, his voice a mix of confusion, frustration, and a tinge of hurt. He needed answers, needed to unravel the mystery that had just been thrust upon him.
Rahul, still trembling and clearly overwhelmed by the revelation, tried to explain. "Hafeez, I never meant for you to discover this way. It's a secret I've kept hidden, a part of me that I never
shared with anyone."
Scene 5: Shattered Illusions
Hafeez's mind raced as he attempted to process the astonishing truth. The uncanny resemblance between Rahul and Ayesha had sent shivers down his spine. He had been convinced that he was witnessing a
miracle, a reunion with his late wife, only to have that illusion shattered.
"Why, Rahul?" Hafeez finally managed to ask again, his voice softer this time, filled with a mixture of emotions. He needed to understand the motivations behind this extraordinary deception, and he
looked at his best friend, waiting for answers to come to light.
#815
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:31)
Chapter 6: Rahul's Confession
Scene 1: A Courageous Revelation
With great courage, Rahul laid bare his secret to Hafeez. They sat in the softly lit room, the air heavy with the weight of the revelation. Rahul confessed that he was a crossdresser, a revelation
that left the room charged with vulnerability and honesty. His voice quivered as he explained how he found solace and comfort in dressing as a Muslim woman when he was alone. His secret life had
provided him with a sense of completeness and the profound beauty he discovered in the traditional attire.
Scene 2: Hafeez's Understanding
Hafeez listened attentively, his initial shock gradually giving way to understanding and empathy. He realized the immense courage it had taken for Rahul to reveal this deeply personal aspect of his
life, especially in the context of their friendship. The complexities of Rahul's identity and the profound significance of this secret began to sink in.
Scene 3: The Striking Resemblance
As Rahul spoke, Hafeez couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between his friend and his late wife, Ayesha. The beauty Rahul radiated, enhanced by the traditional Muslim attire, captivated
him. It was as though Ayesha's presence had returned, albeit in a different form. The room seemed to pulse with the uncanny resemblance, making the moment even more surreal.
Scene 4: The Unveiling of Emotions
The room seemed to hold its breath as Rahul bared his soul to Hafeez, sharing the intricate emotions and experiences that had led to this unique aspect of his life. The boundaries of their
friendship, forged through years of shared adventures and mutual support, expanded to encompass this newfound revelation.
Scene 5: Acceptance and Understanding
Hafeez, a man who had faced his own share of challenges and loss, felt a growing sense of empathy and acceptance for his friend. He understood that Rahul's crossdressing was not a threat but rather a
reflection of the multifaceted nature of their identities and the vibrant city of Mumbai they called home.
Scene 6: Navigating Uncharted Territory
In the midst of this revelation, Hafeez and Rahul found themselves navigating uncharted territory, bound by a deep friendship that transcended societal norms and expectations. The room, once filled
with shock and confusion, began to resonate with a new understanding and acceptance of the complexities that made each of them unique.
Scene 7: The Strength of Friendship
As they sat together, sharing this intimate moment of vulnerability and truth, the lines between the past and the present, between the image of Ayesha and Rahul, blurred in a way that challenged
their perceptions of identity and friendship. The journey ahead remained uncertain, but their friendship had weathered this test of honesty and acceptance, emerging stronger and more profound than
ever before. The room, once a place of shock and revelation, transformed into a sanctuary of understanding and solidarity.
#816
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:31)
Chapter 7: A Unique Bond
Hafeez and Rahul's friendship took on a new dimension after that fateful day of revelation. Rather than allowing Rahul's secret to create distance between them, Hafeez embraced his friend's true self
and encouraged him to be authentic. Rahul, in turn, found solace in Hafeez's acceptance and the opportunity to express himself as he had always longed to.
As days turned into weeks, Hafeez and Rahul began spending more time together, exploring the vibrant city of Mumbai with Rahul often dressed elegantly in shalwar kameez, anarkalis, or even
contemporary jeans and tops. Hafeez made sure to respect Rahul's choices, ensuring that he felt comfortable and secure. Sometimes, when they ventured out, Rahul would wear a burqa to provide an extra
layer of privacy and protection.
Their outings became a celebration of Rahul's true self. They visited bustling malls, where Rahul marveled at the latest fashion trends while Hafeez eagerly shared his insights about traditional and
contemporary clothing. They strolled through lush gardens, the soft rustle of leaves and the fragrance of flowers providing a backdrop to their shared moments.
They even attended movies together, enjoying the thrill of cinematic storytelling while cherishing the freedom that Rahul felt when he could be his authentic self without judgment. It was a unique
bond, one that transcended societal norms and expectations, and it deepened their friendship in ways they had never imagined.
As Rahul continued to explore and embrace his identity, Hafeez stood by his side as a pillar of support and understanding. The city of Mumbai, with its rich tapestry of diversity and acceptance,
provided the perfect backdrop for their adventures.
Their journey together was a testament to the power of friendship, acceptance, and the profound impact of embracing one's true self. In the heart of Mumbai, where dreams and diversities intertwined,
Hafeez and Rahul forged a unique bond that celebrated the beauty of authenticity and the richness of their shared experiences.
#817
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:32)
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Proposal
Scene 1: A Serene Afternoon
One sunny afternoon, amidst the tranquil surroundings of a serene park in Mumbai, Hafeez gathered the courage to propose to Rahul. The air was filled with the gentle rustling of leaves, and the
warmth of the sun bathed them in its golden embrace, creating a moment of serenity amidst the bustling city.
Scene 2: A Vulnerable Heart
Hafeez turned to Rahul, his heart filled with hope and vulnerability. He asked, "Rahul, will you marry me and become the mother of my children?" It was a proposal that would change the course of
their lives forever.
Scene 3: Rahul's Shock
Rahul was taken aback by the unexpected proposal. His eyes widened in shock as he grappled with the enormity of the request. The magnitude of this life-altering decision hung in the air, and he
needed time to process its implications.
Scene 4: Hafeez's Explanation
Hafeez went on to explain the profound connection he felt between Rahul and his late wife, Ayesha. He expressed how Rahul's striking resemblance to her had rekindled a deep longing within him. It was
a moment of both comfort and confusion, and Hafeez believed it was destiny that had brought Rahul into his life.
Scene 5: Rahul's Hesitation
Rahul, still processing the proposal, found his voice and gently replied, "Hafeez, I appreciate your feelings, and I cherish our friendship. But I am a man, and I have never considered being a
mother. I am not sure I can be what you need in that way."
Scene 6: Hafeez's Conviction
Hafeez looked earnestly into Rahul's eyes, his conviction unwavering. He insisted, "But look at you, Rahul. There is not a trace of a man here. You are a beautiful woman who resembles Ayesha in every
way. I believe it is destiny that has brought you into my life, and I want you to be the mother of my child."
Scene 7: Rahul's Decision
Rahul hesitated, torn between his own identity and the profound connection he shared with Hafeez. The weight of the decision pressed upon him as he contemplated the implications of such a
life-altering choice. Finally, with a deep breath and a sense of determination, Rahul nodded and said, "Yes, Hafeez. I will do this for you, for us."
Scene 8: A Commitment Sealed with a Kiss
Overwhelmed with emotion, Hafeez leaned in and kissed Rahul, sealing their commitment to this unorthodox but deeply meaningful union. From that day forward, Rahul began a journey towards gender
reassignment, taking steps to become a woman both legally and physically.
Scene 9: The Transformation
Months passed, and the day of the gender reassignment surgery arrived. Rahul embraced the transformation with courage and hope, knowing that it was a profound expression of love and commitment to
Hafeez. After the surgery, Rahul emerged as a fully transitioned woman, and she chose to take the name Ayesha, honoring the memory of Hafeez's late wife.
Scene 10: A Unique Love Story
Their love story, filled with unexpected twists and turns, had brought them to a place of acceptance, love, and a unique family bond. In the heart of Mumbai, where the extraordinary often brushed
against the everyday, Hafeez and Ayesha had embarked on a journey that defied convention but celebrated the beauty of love and authenticity. Their union was a testament to the power of love,
transformation, and the unwavering commitment to embracing one's true self.
#818
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:34)
Chapter 9: The Marriage of Ayesha
Their union was a testament to love's enduring power and the authenticity of their connection. The day was bathed in the warm embrace of tradition, as Rahul, now gracefully known as Ayesha, Ayesha's
reflection in the mirror was indeed a radiant vision, a testament to the beauty of tradition and transformation. Every detail of her attire and appearance spoke of the profound significance of the
moment.
The Resplendent Green Lehenga Choli: The vibrant green lehenga choli she wore was a stunning choice. The color not only symbolized growth and harmony but also celebrated her new beginning as Mrs.
Ayesha Hafeez Shaikh. The attire embraced her figure, accentuating her grace and elegance.
Intricate Embroidery and Detailing: The attire was adorned with intricate embroidery and detailing, which added layers of depth to her appearance. Each embellishment was a work of art, a symbol of
the craftsmanship and attention to detail that had gone into creating this bridal masterpiece.
Enhancing Her Beauty: The attire didn't overpower Ayesha's beauty; it enhanced it. The colors and designs complemented her complexion and features, making her radiant and alluring. She truly looked
like a bride who had stepped out of a fairytale.
The Mesmerizing Dance of Colors: As she twirled in her attire, the fabric swayed gracefully around her, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors. It was as if the lehenga choli was celebrating her
newfound happiness and freedom, moving with her in perfect harmony.
In this moment, Ayesha's reflection in the mirror wasn't just a visual delight; it was a representation of her journey of self-discovery and acceptance. It was a reminder that love and authenticity
could transform not only individuals but also the world around them, creating moments of sheer beauty and joy.
The Graceful Dupatta: The delicate dupatta that adorned Ayesha was a symbol of modesty and tradition. Its sheer fabric added an ethereal quality to her overall look, enhancing her elegance and charm.
Positioned carefully, it framed her radiant face like a halo, drawing attention to her features and the happiness that shone in her eyes.
Translucent Beauty: The sheer quality of the dupatta allowed a hint of her features to shine through, adding to the allure of the moment. It was a perfect balance of modesty and sophistication, in
line with their traditional wedding.
Emphasizing Elegance: The way the dupatta was draped over her head and shoulders emphasized her graceful posture and poise. It was a reminder that true beauty often lies in simplicity and
grace.
Completing the Bridal Ensemble: The folds of the dupatta cascading down her shoulders completed her bridal ensemble. It was the final touch that transformed her into a vision of bridal
perfection.
In this moment, as Ayesha stood before the mirror, the dupatta symbolized not only her commitment to tradition but also her acceptance of her new identity and the profound love that had brought her
here. It was a reminder that in embracing her authentic self, she had found not only happiness but also a deep connection with the rich tapestry of tradition and culture.
Adornments of Tradition: Ayesha's bridal ensemble was a tapestry of tradition, and her jewelry played a pivotal role in adding depth and significance to her appearance.
Chiming Bangles: Ayesha's wrists were adorned with a multitude of bangles that chimed softly with her every movement. The delicate sound was a musical backdrop to her presence, symbolizing the
harmonious journey she was embarking upon.
Necklaces and Rings: Traditional necklaces and rings graced her neck and fingers, each piece carrying its own story and significance. These were not mere ornaments but tokens of love, heritage, and
the promise of a shared future.
The Striking Jhumar: The jhumar on her left side was a striking addition to her ensemble. Its intricate design accentuated her beauty and added an element of regal charm. It was a testament to the
attention to detail that had gone into her bridal look.
The Elegant Hath Phool: The hath phool, an elegant piece of hand jewelry, further enriched her appearance. It symbolized the joining of two lives and two destinies, coming together in a moment of
profound commitment.
In every piece of jewelry, there was a story, a legacy, and a promise. Ayesha wore these adornments not merely as accessories but as symbols of her transformation, her acceptance, and her deep
commitment to Hafeez. Each piece added to the grandeur of her bridal look and spoke volumes about the rich cultural tapestry that had brought them to this moment.
#819
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:35)
The Symbolic Nose Ring: Among all the exquisite adornments, the traditional bridal big nose ring held a place of utmost significance. It was not merely jewelry; it was a symbol, an emblem that
carried profound meaning.
New Identity: The nose ring signified Ayesha's new identity. It was a declaration to the world that she had embraced her role as a bride and wife, taking on the responsibilities and privileges that
came with it. The nose ring marked her transition from Rahul to Ayesha, a journey of self-discovery and transformation.
Commitment: It represented the profound commitment Ayesha was making to Hafeez. By wearing this symbolic piece of jewelry, she pledged her love, loyalty, and dedication to their relationship. It was
a visible reminder of the promises they had exchanged during their wedding vows.
Regal Beauty: The nose ring added a touch of regal beauty to Ayesha's already resplendent appearance. It accentuated her features, drawing attention to her face, and enhancing her overall bridal
look. It was a symbol of her grace and elegance.
Tradition: As an integral part of bridal tradition, the nose ring connected Ayesha to the rich cultural heritage they were celebrating. It was a link to generations before them who had followed
similar customs, and it honored the traditions that had shaped their lives.
In essence, the nose ring was more than an accessory; it was a profound statement of love, identity, and commitment. It adorned Ayesha's face, not as a mere piece of jewelry, but as a symbol of the
beautiful journey she had embarked upon with Hafeez, embracing her true self and celebrating their love in all its authenticity.
The Exchange of Vows: The moment they exchanged vows was a culmination of their love and a testament to their commitment. Here's a detailed scene of this profound moment:
Gathering of Loved Ones: The venue was adorned with vibrant colors and soft lighting, creating an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy. Their loved ones, family, and close friends gathered around, their
faces reflecting a mixture of joy and anticipation.
The Qazi's Presence: The qazi, a revered figure who would officiate their wedding, stood at the center of the gathering. Their presence commanded respect and added a sense of sanctity to the
occasion.
Rahul to Ayesha: As Rahul, now known as Ayesha, stood by Hafeez's side, she looked radiant in her resplendent green lehenga choli and delicate dupatta. Her transformation into Ayesha was a testament
to her journey of self-discovery and authenticity.
The Exchange of Vows: The air was thick with emotion as they exchanged vows. The qazi solemnly led them through the recitation of the sacred words, "qabool hai," meaning "I accept." Each utterance
carried the weight of their commitment and love.
Sealing the Commitment: With every "qabool hai," their bond grew stronger. It was a moment that transcended gender and identity. Ayesha, who was once Rahul, officially became Mrs. Ayesha Hafeez
Shaikh, the legally wedded wife of Hafeez Shaikh. Their love had found its rightful place in the eyes of the law and society.
#820
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023)
The Gaze of Affection: Throughout the exchange of vows, Ayesha and Hafeez exchanged affectionate glances. Their eyes spoke of the love, understanding, and acceptance they had found in each other. It
was a visual affirmation of their deep connection.
Loved Ones' Blessings: As they concluded their vows, their loved ones showered them with blessings, smiles, and tears of happiness. It was a moment of unity and celebration, where the boundaries of
tradition were stretched to accommodate the uniqueness of their love story.
In that sacred moment, their commitment was sealed not only by the words they spoke but by the profound love and authenticity that had brought them together. It was a wedding that defied conventions,
celebrating the beauty of their love that transcended all boundaries.
This union was indeed far more than just a marriage; it was a magnificent celebration of love, authenticity, and the victorious embrace of one's true self. As Ayesha gazed at her reflection in the
mirror, she was filled with a profound understanding that this wedding was a culmination of their extraordinary journey.
Reflection in the Mirror: Ayesha stood before the mirror, dressed in her resplendent bridal attire. Her reflection mirrored the transformation she had undergone—she was not only a bride but also a
testament to the power of authenticity.
Embracing Their Journey: As she looked at herself, Ayesha was reminded of the incredible journey she and Hafeez had undertaken. It was a journey filled with challenges, self-discovery, and unwavering
support. A journey that had led them to this momentous occasion.
A Beautiful Tapestry: Their wedding was a magnificent tapestry woven with threads of joy and tradition. The vibrant colors, the intricate jewelry, and the cultural significance of every detail all
contributed to this beautiful composition. It was a celebration that transcended the confines of gender and societal norms.
#821
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:36)
The Muh Dukhai Ceremony: As they stepped into Hafeez's home, they were met with the warmth and affection of their loved ones. The muh dukhai ceremony was a cherished tradition, where Ayesha's beauty
was praised and blessings were showered upon her. It was a moment of unity, where the joining of two souls was embraced with love and open hearts.
Their wedding wasn't just a singular event; it was a profound statement about the power of love and authenticity. It was a celebration of their unique journey, one that had brought them to this point
of profound significance. Their love had conquered all obstacles and had emerged stronger, standing as a beacon of hope for those who dared to be true to themselves.
As the night wore on and the joyful festivities continued, the time came for Ayesha to be escorted to their bedroom. It was a moment filled with symbolism, as a veil delicately covered her head,
signifying modesty and the sanctity of the impending moment. This simple act held profound meaning, marking the transition from a day of celebration to a night of intimacy and union.
Hafeez, Ayesha's loving husband, approached her with a demeanor of deep reverence and affection. His heart swelled with profound gratitude for the remarkable journey they had undertaken together. He
saw in Ayesha not just the embodiment of love but also the embodiment of courage, acceptance, and the triumph of authenticity.
The bedroom awaited them, a space where they would embark on a new chapter of their lives as husband and wife. It was a night filled with anticipation, love, and the promise of a future built on the
foundation of their enduring connection. As they crossed the threshold into this intimate space, they carried with them the beauty of their love story—a story that defied convention and celebrated
the boundless possibilities of love and authenticity.
With utmost tenderness and care, Hafeez gently lifted Ayesha's veil, allowing it to cascade gracefully down her back. As the delicate fabric revealed her radiant face, he looked at her with a depth
of admiration that transcended the physical beauty before him. In that intimate moment, he understood that Ayesha's beauty was not merely skin deep; it was a reflection of the love, acceptance, and
authenticity that had brought them to this extraordinary point in their lives.
Their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them—a profound recognition of the journey they had undertaken together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had bound
them so intricately.
With a gentle touch that conveyed the reverence of the moment, Hafeez removed Ayesha's nose ring. This symbolic act signified not only their newfound commitment to each other but also the intimacy
they were about to share. It was a gesture that held the weight of their extraordinary love story.
Their lips met in a tender and affectionate kiss, a silent but powerful expression of gratitude, love, and the deep connection they shared. In response, Ayesha returned Hafeez's kiss, their hearts
beating in harmony as they embraced this new phase of their relationship—a phase that promised to be filled with love, authenticity, and the celebration of their unique journey.
In the sanctuary of their bedroom, Ayesha embraced her role with a sense of trust and devotion, allowing herself to be submissive to Hafeez. Her trust in him was unwavering, a testament to the deep
bond they had forged over the years. Hafeez, in turn, took on the dominant role with a profound sense of responsibility and care. He cherished the commitment Ayesha had willingly undertaken, not only
to be his wife but also to care for his children and parents.
Their first night together as a married couple was a celebration of their love, their authenticity, and the journey they had undertaken together. Romance filled the air as they held each other close,
their hearts beating in harmony with the profound connection they had nurtured over the years. In each other's arms, they discovered the profound joy of being together, a joy that extended beyond the
physical and touched the very essence of their souls.
Bound not only by their deep love but also by the acceptance of their true selves, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives with hope and enthusiasm. It was a night that marked the beginning
of their new life together—a life built on the foundation of love, authenticity, and the celebration of their unique journey. In the quiet moments of the night, as they lay together, they knew that
their love was a testament to the enduring power of acceptance and the beauty of embracing one's true self.
#822
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:37)
Chapter 10: A New Beginning
The transition into married life brought a profound transformation to Ayesha's daily routine and attire. With grace and dedication, she had embraced her new role as the wife and mother in Hafeez's
household, while also paying homage to the memory of Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha.
Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Ayesha stood before her wardrobe, her reflection softly illuminated by the dawn's golden glow. The choices before her held
not only the promise of a new day but also the embodiment of her evolving identity and commitment.
Her wardrobe was a testament to the blend of her personal style and the traditional garments that came to define her new role. Shalwar kameez in an array of colors hung neatly, a fusion of her own
fashion sense and the cultural expectations that now enveloped her life.
Yet, amid the vibrant palette of colors, one outfit held a cherished place in her heart—a green shalwar kameez. It wasn't just a piece of clothing; it was a symbol of her dedication and love for
Hafeez, an emblem of the cultural traditions they both held dear. The verdant fabric represented not only the lush tapestry of their shared life but also the responsibilities she had willingly
embraced.
With meticulous care, she would choose the green ensemble, appreciating the symbolism it carried. As the soft fabric cascaded around her, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her role as a wife
and mother, a role she had wholeheartedly adopted. This daily ritual of dressing was a reminder of her commitment to love, to family, and to honoring the memory of the woman who had once held the
place she now occupied in their lives.
Ayesha's daily attire was more than just clothing; it was a canvas for the sentimental jewelry that once graced Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha. Each piece carried with it a piece of their shared history,
a connection to the past that she wore with reverence.
Every morning, as she prepared to face the world, Ayesha would carefully select these precious adornments. It was a ritual of respect, a nod to the memories and love that were deeply etched into
these treasured items.
In her ears, she hung the dangling earrings, their polished gems and intricate designs swaying gently with her every move. The melodious chiming of these earrings was like a whisper from the past, a
constant reminder of the woman she had replaced and the legacy she was now a part of.
The necklace, delicate and timeless, adorned her neck like a chain of memories. It was a tangible link to the past, a symbol of the enduring love that had once been, and a connection she now shared
with Hafeez.
The bangles, encircling her wrists, chimed softly with every gesture, their dulcet tones like a whispered conversation between past and present. They were more than mere ornaments; they were symbols
of continuity, a bridge between two women who had both held a special place in Hafeez's heart.
As she moved, the payal, or anklets, added a musical rhythm to her steps. Their delicate tinkling sounds echoed through the house, a song of togetherness and transition.
Finally, the toe ring, with its intricate design, adorned her foot, serving as a connection to the traditions that now shaped her new life. It was a small but significant detail, a reminder that
every step she took was infused with a rich cultural heritage.
In the quiet moments of the morning, as she donned these precious pieces, Ayesha felt the weight of responsibility and the warmth of tradition. She wore them not as mere adornments but as symbols of
her dedication to the family she had become a part of—a family that honored the past while embracing the future.
#823
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:39)
Within their home, Ayesha took on the responsibilities of managing Hafeez's household. This encompassed various tasks such as cooking, cleaning, and ensuring that their home remained tidy and
welcoming. Her commitment extended to the well-being and development of Hafeez's children, and she took on the role of nurturing and guiding them. Ayesha also closely followed their academic
progress, ensuring they received the necessary support in their studies and personal growth.
Hafeez's parents, devout believers in Allah and strict adherents to Islamic traditions, had created a home that was a haven of faith and spirituality. Their deep reverence for their religion was
evident in every corner of their household. Prayer mats adorned the floors, always ready to be unfurled for moments of devotion. Quranic verses were lovingly framed and hung on the walls, serving as
a constant reminder of their faith and the teachings they held dear. The fragrance of incense wafted through the air, a soothing presence that added to the atmosphere of reverence.
Despite their unwavering religious devotion, Hafeez's parents were known not only for their deep faith but also for their remarkable degree of acceptance and open-heartedness. Their love for their
faith was matched by their love for their family and community. They welcomed diversity with open arms, understanding that Allah's creations were beautifully varied, and that each person brought a
unique richness to their lives.
Their home was not just a place of worship but also a place of warmth and inclusivity. Friends and family from all walks of life were greeted with kindness and respect. Their commitment to Islamic
traditions was intertwined with a deep sense of compassion, a reminder that faith was not just about rituals but also about the way one treated others.
In the heart of this devout household, where the echoes of prayer and the fragrance of incense blended seamlessly with the laughter of loved ones, Ayesha found herself embraced not only by the
religious traditions but also by the love and acceptance of Hafeez's family. It was a home where faith and love coexisted harmoniously, a testament to the power of compassion and the beauty of
acceptance.
With patience and love, they guided Ayesha through her journey of embracing Islam, helping her learn the Quranic verses and the prayers. They provided her with books on Islamic teachings and engaged
in heartfelt discussions about faith. Ayesha's transformation from her previous identity to her present one as a devout Muslim was not just supported; it was celebrated.
In their home, Ayesha found not only acceptance but also a spiritual family who cared deeply for her well-being and her relationship with Allah. The strength of their faith was matched by the
boundless love they extended to her, and in their union, they discovered the beauty of shared values and a shared journey of faith.
The transformation into Islam and her new role as a traditional Muslim housewife posed significant challenges for Ayesha. her previous identity as a male added layers of complexity to this
transition. It required her to navigate a profound shift in both her personal beliefs and her daily life.
Yet, what carried her through these challenges was her deep and abiding love for Hafeez and her unwavering dedication to her new family. Ayesha recognized that this journey was not just about her; it
was about honoring her commitment to Hafeez and his parents. It was about becoming the wife and mother they needed her to be.
With determination and grace, Ayesha embraced her role as a Muslim woman. She delved into the teachings of Islam, learning the Quranic verses and the daily prayers. She sought guidance from Hafeez's
parents, who lovingly mentored her on matters of faith and tradition. They provided her with books and resources to aid in her understanding of Islamic values and practices.
Ayesha's commitment to this transformation was not merely a surface-level change; it ran deep into her heart and soul. She recognized the beauty in the rich tapestry of Islamic traditions and values,
and she integrated them into her daily life with sincerity and devotion.
Her journey was not without its struggles and moments of doubt, but her love for Hafeez and her newfound faith provided her with the strength to persevere. Through this transformation, Ayesha
discovered a profound sense of purpose and a deepening connection with her new family. It was a journey of love, faith, and self-discovery, and she walked it with unwavering determination.
#824
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:40)
Scene 1: Embracing the Shalwar Kameez
Ayesha's journey towards becoming a devout Muslim wife began with her daily attire. Every morning, she would stand before her wardrobe, a fusion of her past style and her new identity. The collection
included shalwar kameez sets in various colors, but among them, the green shalwar kameez held a special place.
With the guidance of her mother-in-law, she carefully selected the green ensemble, understanding the symbolism it carried. It was more than just clothing; it was a reflection of her commitment to
Hafeez and the cultural traditions they held dear. As she draped herself in the flowing fabric, she felt the weight of her responsibilities as a wife and mother, a role she had embraced with
wholehearted devotion.
Scene 2: Adorning the Sentimental Jewelry
Ayesha's daily attire was not complete without the jewelry that once belonged to Hafeez's late wife. Each piece carried its own story, and wearing them was a gesture of respect and continuity.
In her ears, she hung the dangling earrings, not just one pair but four earrings in each ear in total. The lower holes held the delicate dangling earrings, while the upper holes featured three small
rings. These earrings chimed softly with her every move, a constant reminder of the woman she had replaced.
Her wrists sparkled with the presence of approximately 12 bangles. Four gold bangles adorned each hand, totaling 32 bangles in all. The melodious chiming of these bangles was like a whispered
conversation between past and present, a connection to the traditions that had shaped their family.
The application of henna on her hands became an integral part of her appearance. Intricate designs and patterns adorned her hands, showcasing the artistry of her cultural heritage and the beauty of
her transformation. Each curl and swirl told a story, a testament to her journey of embracing her new identity.
Scene 3: Long Hair and Nose Pin
The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Ayesha's bedroom. It was a new day, and with it came another opportunity for Ayesha to embrace her true self. She
stood before her vanity mirror, her reflection radiating a quiet confidence that was hard-earned.
As her fingers delicately brushed through her hair, she couldn't help but marvel at its transformation. Once hidden beneath masculine cuts, her hair now cascaded down to her hips like a waterfall of
ebony silk. It was a symbol of her journey, a testament to her authenticity, and a celebration of her femininity.
Ayesha relished the ritual of styling her long hair, for it was more than just a daily routine; it was an expression of her true identity. She began by sectioning her hair, gently parting it into
neat divisions. With practiced precision, she wove it into intricate braids, each plait a testament to her newfound freedom.
The act of braiding was almost meditative, a moment of reflection and affirmation. As she intertwined each strand, it felt as though she was weaving together the threads of her past and present,
creating a tapestry of identity that was uniquely hers. She would often experiment with different styles, sometimes opting for a single thick braid cascading down her back, and other times creating a
crown of smaller braids that framed her face with elegant femininity.
On some days, Ayesha chose to let her long hair flow freely, a declaration of her newfound authenticity. As she shook her head slightly, the ebony waves danced in the air, shimmering like a cascade
of midnight stars. The sensation of her hair against her shoulders and back was a constant reminder of the profound transformation she had undergone. It was a symbol of her inner freedom, a
celebration of her womanhood, and a testament to the beauty of living one's truth.
#825
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:40)
Ayesha couldn't help but smile at her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair was not just an accessory; it was a statement, a declaration of her true self. It represented the courage to break free
from societal expectations, the strength to embrace her identity, and the beauty that emerged when authenticity was allowed to flourish.
In the serene moments before dawn, when the world was still shrouded in a gentle, hushed darkness, Ayesha would often find herself sitting before her dressing table. The faint glow of a single lamp
illuminated her reflection in the mirror, casting a soft, golden hue upon her features. It was a time when the world was asleep, and the world belonged solely to her and Hafeez.
One of her most treasured rituals was selecting a nose pin for the day. The prominent nose pin that signified her married status to Hafeez was always there, a constant symbol of her commitment and
devotion. But Ayesha had an array of nose pins, each with its unique design and charm. She would wear different ones to please her beloved husband.
The collection ranged from delicate floral patterns to intricate geometric shapes, from those adorned with colorful gemstones to others crafted with elegant simplicity. Each nose pin told a story, a
story of love and the desire to make her husband's heart skip a beat.
Hafeez, who cherished every moment with Ayesha, had a fondness for this daily ritual. He would often sit beside her, admiring the way her eyes sparkled as she contemplated her choices. It was a dance
of affection, as they both knew that Ayesha's nose pin was not just an accessory but a declaration of their love.
Sometimes, when Ayesha was undecided, Hafeez would gently reach out and take one of the nose pins in his hand. With tender fingers, he would slide it into place on Ayesha's delicate nose, his touch
causing her heart to flutter. His choices were always thoughtful, reflecting his deep understanding of her preferences.
As the nose pin settled into its rightful place, Ayesha would turn to her husband, a radiant smile on her face. It was a silent exchange of love, a wordless expression of their bond. In those
moments, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they shared.
The day would begin with this intimate exchange, a celebration of their love that transcended words. Ayesha knew that, regardless of which nose pin she wore, it was the love and devotion she carried
in her heart that truly made her beautiful in Hafeez's eyes.
And so, their mornings were filled with this gentle dance of nose pins, a reminder that love was not merely spoken but expressed in the smallest, most meaningful gestures. With each day, their love
grew stronger, and the collection of nose pins became a testament to their enduring commitment and the beauty of their unique love story.
Scene 4: Necklace, Mangalsutra, Payal, and Toe Ring
Around her neck, she wore a necklace and a mangalsutra, both carrying deep cultural significance. These adornments represented the ties that bound her to her husband and their shared traditions. They
were symbols of love, commitment, and continuity.
Her legs were adorned with heavy payal, anklets that added a musical rhythm to her steps. The delicate toe ring connected her to the traditions that now defined her life, a reminder of her new role
and responsibilities.
Scene 5: Minimal Makeup
Ayesha's daily routine included minimal makeup, including lipstick and eyeliner. While not extravagant, this makeup was considered essential in her appearance. It reflected her commitment to
presenting herself as a devout Muslim wife and embracing the traditions that had become an integral part of her life.
Through these changes in attire, adornments, and grooming, Ayesha's transformation was a testament to her sincerity and dedication. It was a journey of self-discovery and a reflection of her
unwavering commitment to her faith, her husband, and her new family.
Ayesha's dedication to her new role extended beyond her daily attire and adornments. When she ventured outside, she meticulously adhered to Islamic customs by wearing a burqa. This practice was not
merely a matter of clothing; it was a profound expression of her commitment to maintaining modesty in accordance with cultural norms and religious values.
#826
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:41)
The burqa concealed her physical appearance, allowing her to move through the world while preserving her privacy and modesty. It was a symbol of her deep respect for the cultural and religious values
of her new family and a testament to her unwavering love for Hafeez.
Despite her initial background and the personal challenges she faced during her journey of transformation, Ayesha embraced these practices wholeheartedly. Her commitment was a reflection of her
dedication to her faith, her husband, and her new family, showcasing the depth of her love and her willingness to embrace a new way of life.
Through her unwavering dedication, Ayesha not only found acceptance but also became a cherished member of their devout Muslim community. Her story was a shining example of how love, faith, and the
willingness to embrace change can bridge divides and create a harmonious tapestry of shared values and beliefs. In the end, it was not just her transformation into a devout Muslim woman but also her
transformation into a beloved daughter, sister, and wife that defined her remarkable journey.
Despite the challenges and responsibilities, Ayesha embraced her new life with unwavering love and dedication. Her journey as Hafeez's wife was a testament to her commitment not only to him but also
to their family and the cultural and religious traditions that had shaped their lives.
#827
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:41)
Chapter 11: A Mother's Love
Ayesha's bond with Salma and Junaid, Hafeez's children, deepened with each passing day. The children affectionately called her "ammi," the Urdu word for mother, and she embraced this role with
unwavering love and dedication. Ayesha's nurturing presence helped fill the void that the loss of their biological mother had left in their hearts.
She devoted herself to their well-being, offering comfort, guidance, and affection. Ayesha became an integral part of their lives, assisting with their studies, preparing their favorite meals, and
being there to listen to their joys and concerns. In her, Salma and Junaid found not only a motherly figure but also a friend and confidante.
Ayesha's love and care extended beyond the children to Hafeez's parents, who had once been her in-laws and had now become cherished members of her family. She shared a special bond with Hafeez's
mother, a woman who had once welcomed her into the family. Their relationship had transformed over the years, evolving from a traditional mother-in-law dynamic to a deep and genuine connection.
In the heart of their home, amidst the love and support of her new family, Ayesha found fulfillment in her role as a mother and wife. Her journey had led her to a place where she could provide love
and support to those who needed it most, and in return, she received boundless affection and acceptance.
Chapter 12: A Journey of Acceptance
As time passed, Ayesha embarked on a profound journey of self-acceptance. She came to fully embrace her identity as a Muslim woman, not only in her attire but also in her heart. Her transformation
was a testament to her resilience and love for Hafeez and his family.
Ayesha wholeheartedly adopted the customs and beliefs of her new family. She wore shalwar kameez, anarkali dresses, or sarees with grace and elegance when at home. These traditional outfits became an
integral part of her daily life, a symbol of her dedication to her role as a wife and mother.
When venturing outside, Ayesha followed the customs of her adopted culture with unwavering commitment. She donned a burqa, a symbol of modesty and respect for her community's traditions. Her
adaptation to these customs was gradual but filled with love and respect for her new life.
In her heart, Ayesha found a profound acceptance of herself and her place within her family. Her journey was a testament to the transformative power of love and the boundless capacity of the human
spirit to evolve and adapt.
#828
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:42)
Chapter 14: A Love That Grows
Hafeez's love for Ayesha, the woman he had once known as Rahul, remained unwavering and strong. He continued to shower her with affection, pampering her and ensuring her every need was met. Their
love had transcended boundaries of identity and gender, evolving into a profound and enduring bond.
Their nights together were filled with romance, and their days were marked by companionship and shared experiences. Whether it was simple moments of laughter or deeper conversations, Ayesha and
Hafeez found joy in each other's company.
Ayesha's presence had brought a renewed sense of warmth and happiness into Hafeez's life. She had become not just his wife but also his confidante, his partner in every sense of the word. Their love
story was a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and the enduring strength of their connection.
In the vibrant city of Mumbai, where love stories unfolded against the backdrop of a bustling metropolis, Ayesha and Hafeez's love continued to grow and thrive, reminding us all that love transcends
boundaries and embraces the beauty of the human heart.
Chapter 15: The Miracle
As life settled into a comfortable rhythm for Ayesha and Hafeez, a new and unexpected chapter was about to unfold. Ayesha began to experience bouts of nausea and unexplained fatigue that left her
puzzled and concerned. Alarmed by her symptoms, Hafeez decided to take her to the doctor to get to the bottom of this mystery.
In the doctor's office, they awaited the verdict with bated breath. Their anticipation grew as the doctor conducted tests and examinations. And then, like a miracle, the astonishing news was
delivered – Ayesha was pregnant.
The revelation was a moment of profound joy and wonder. Ayesha and Hafeez were filled with a mixture of excitement, amazement, and a touch of trepidation. Their love, which had already defied
conventions and brought them together in a unique and beautiful way, was now giving rise to a new chapter in their lives.
Chapter 16: A Joyous Celebration
The revelation of Ayesha's pregnancy brought unparalleled joy and wonder to their lives. It was a moment that felt like a miracle, a testament to the unpredictable and beautiful twists that life
could take. Ayesha and Hafeez were filled with immense happiness and gratitude as they embraced the reality of impending parenthood.
To celebrate this precious moment in their lives, Ayesha and Hafeez decided to hold a godh bharai, a traditional Indian baby shower. Their decision was a reflection of the love and support they had
received from their family and friends throughout their unique journey.
Surrounded by their loved ones, they gathered for the godh bharai, a joyous celebration filled with laughter, music, and the vibrant colors of tradition. It was a moment of unity, where their family
and friends came together to honor the impending arrival of their child and offer their blessings and well wishes.
#829
Ayesha(Monday, 25 September 2023 23:43)
Chapter 17: A New Beginning
Nine months after the revelation of Ayesha's pregnancy, amidst tears of joy and a profound sense of wonder, Ayesha and Hafeez welcomed a beautiful baby girl into their lives. Their family was now
complete, and their hearts overflowed with love, gratitude, and the knowledge that their unique journey had led them to this precious moment.
The birth of their daughter was a testament to the extraordinary power of love and acceptance. It was a symbol of their unwavering commitment to one another, their family, and the values that had
guided them throughout their incredible journey.
In the vast and diverse mosaic of Mumbai, where dreams intersected and cultures coexisted, Rahul's transformation into Ayesha, a devoted wife and mother, had become an extraordinary tale of love,
acceptance, and the courage to be true to oneself. Their love story was a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit and the boundless capacity of the heart to love without
boundaries.
As they embraced the beginning of this new chapter as parents, Ayesha and Hafeez's love story would forever be a shining example of the remarkable journey that had brought them together—a journey
filled with acceptance, resilience, and the celebration of love in all its beautiful forms.
#830
Rashi(Tuesday, 26 September 2023 13:57)
So gay!! Waste of space!
#831
Mahi(Wednesday, 27 September 2023 03:01)
Gay theme is worst here. Please don't waste the space here adding gay and maid themes.
Regards
#832
Rohi(Thursday, 28 September 2023 23:48)
That's true please don't write on gay themes.
#833
Priya(Friday, 29 September 2023 01:16)
New World and Come Back 2 waiting for u r stories
#834
Ramya(Saturday, 30 September 2023 09:21)
New World & Comeback 2 Waiting for the next updates
#835
Ayesha(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 03:14)
For you information #Mahi & #Rashi most of the story on this website are gay theme, you are finding my story waste of space and go and get screwed urself and who the hell are you to lecture me. R
u funding or spending some kinda money on this website. half of the story are on same them
#836
Nope(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 04:14)
No more gay stories please.
#837
Pavithra(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 04:20)
Let it be a pure crossdressing stories. I agree please no gay themes and maid it's not at all a good concept. Let it be simple CD stories.
#838
Check this out(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 05:17)
funstories20.blogspot.com
NEW STORIES POSTED
Thankyou
Its a nice concept added. Awesome!
Please continue we are waiting
#839
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 12:52)
Pamper Weekend:
Fatima Sheikh sat up in bed and yawned. She looked at her bedside clock — just ten. At that moment a light knock sounded at the door. “Enter,” she called lazily. the door opened, and in came Pari
with her breakfast, right on time.
She watched him (yes, reader, ‘him’) lazily, eyes sill half-closed, as he minced over to her bedside, moving very carefully so as to ensure that his saree did not get stuck in his legs. To her
gratification, she distinctly heard Pari's blouse creak as he bent stiffly over to place her breakfast tray on the bedside table. He straightened again, curtsied, took a few steps back, and stood at
attention in the way she had taught him — head up, back straight, arms by his sides, feet together — waiting to be dismissed.
Fatima ignored him as she drank her tea and ate her toast. But she watched him from the corner of her eye. When she saw his fingers nervously rubbing the edges of his hems, she called out “stop
fidgeting, Pari!” and the movement of the fingers stopped.
Finishing her tea, she turned to look at him. She liked to check his uniform at random times throughout the day. For Pari was, as always, in full uniform. This morning, it being the weekend, he was
in his special ‘display’ uniform. All his uniforms where frilly and bright and girly, but this one — well, let's describe it, shall we? It consisted of an embroidered saree, pink with white golden
trim. The pink blouse was backless, and the neckline of blouse descended to just below the nipples, which stuck pertly out. They had been ‘enhanced’ with plenty of pink rouge, making them even more
pink and prominent, and from each hung a silver ring. Over the blouse were two golden necklaces, and Under the blouse, Pari had real DD breast implants, and so his nipples, up and out. His plucked
eyebrows had been replaced by two bold, turquoise streaks; his lips were an extravagant cupid's-bow executed in pink lipstick. As always, Pari's make-up was color-coordinated with the colors of his
saree. He wore dangling hoop earrings, and mangtika. His hand were adorned with 12 pink color coordinated bangles, and pink nail polish.
Fatima loved the display uniform. She liked to think of it as her own design, though her dressmaker Jasmin had helped her with the technical details. It was not really practical for everyday wear,
especially not with the risk of being seen outside such as when hanging the washing. So during the week Pari wore a slightly less revealing uniform though goodness knows, feminine enough! but Fatima
insisted that Pari always wear the display uniform on the week-ends. She loved the easy access it provided to his body. She liked to wander up as he stood at the sink washing her undies, and casually
grope her from behind, fondling a bum cheek, stroking a thigh, or cupping a pair of very full and heavy, though now hairless, balls... or she would bring her hands round and stroke his exposed
nipples. She had to be careful not do this too often, since it inevitably resulted in her needing relief from Pari's servile tongue. It was not unusual for Fatima to enjoy half a dozen ‘quickies’ in
the course of a single Saturday or Sunday; that in addition to the long, slow, leisurely love-making she enjoyed before going to sleep. For a quickie, she simply pulled her knickers down, not even
bothering to wait for Pari to do it for her, sprawled into an arm-chair or sofa, had Pari kneel before her, draped her big, shapely legs across his shoulders, and closed her eyes and surrendered
herself to pure pleasure as he put his tongue busily to work. Oh, yes! Pamper weekends were heavenly!
“Clear those things away,” she said, yawning. “I am soo sleeply still, I think I shall stay in bed this morning. Wake me at eleven.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” Pari responded in a low, controlled voice. He had to be very careful not to show the slightest sign of sulkiness or discontent. He came forward, collected the breakfast tray, and minced
carefully towards the door. Fatima watched his bottom wiggling in the saree, and noticed with approval how careful he was to keep noise from his jewelry quiet. He had to be careful. It was just
possible to keep ‘quiet’, as Fatima delighted in calling it, but it took constant care and attention. If he did not take that constant care, pay that constant attention, his wife's voice was sure to
ring out in mocking reprimand: ‘tits, bits and bum, Pari!’ In the early days, when this outrageously feminine costume was brand-new, those words had rang well-nigh constantly in his ears.
Alone again in her warm, comfortable bed, Fatima was well satisfied that the work-week was over at last, and that she now had a nice long weekend to spend being pampered by Pari. She thought a
pedicure and manicure were definitely in order, and a few nice all-body massages with scented oils. How lovely! Nowadays, every weekend was a pamper weekend!
#840
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 12:52)
Pamper Weekend 2:
Downstairs, Pari bustled about, trying to get as much done as possible before the Mistress of the house called him up to dress her. Because once she was up, he would if past experience of the weekend
was any guide, be dancing attendance on her willy-nilly, and it would be difficult indeed to fit everything else in.
At eleven o'clock precisely, Pari returned to Madame's bedroom to rouse her. She was already awake. “Quick shower first I think,” she remarked, still sleepy. Regally naked, she rose from the bed and
walked regally naked to the bathroom. After a quick wash, she called Pari to dry her. Then Pari dressed her.
She decided to have her manicure and pedicure done straight away, and then wait until the afternoon for her massage.
Through dint of much practice, Pari had become quite the beautician. He had to do his own as well, of course, though for her male maid Fatima favoured a low-key, practical approach: nothing fancy,
just pale-pink varnish on fingernails and toenails to match his frock and lipstick. So now he carefully filed Madame's fingernails, then applied varnish; then did the same with her toenails. Fatima
reclined at her ease, watching him with utter contentment. The beauty treatment finished, she languidly dismissed her male maid to more of his never-ending chores, and picked up a book.
After some desultory reading in her latest novel, Fatima yawned and stretched and decided that she felt just right for a massage with scented oils, and then perhaps a short late afternoon nap before
dinner. She rang for Pari, who appeared in a trice as if by magic, curtsied, and with a polite “Yes, Ma'am” placed himself at her disposal.
“My massage now,” she told him. “Yes, Ma'am.”
And soon Fatima was stretched out naked on her massage table, her big body gleaming with scented oil all over, writhing in ecstasy under her male maid's rubbing, stroking, kneading hands. They were
was not too hard, not too soft; they were just the way she liked.
Later, dinner was served by Pari in the dining room. While Madame dined, Pari stood attentively, waiting to serve. Fatima considered herself a caring, even a loving, Mistress; but allowing Pari to
dine with her she considered out of the question. He was after all a servant. No, Pari would take his meal in the kitchen, after clearing up after her.
After dinner, Madame reclined with a glass of wine in the living room to watch her favourite TV programme. And, as usual as the week-end, it was early to bed — accompanied by Pari.
That night, having spent over an hour pleasing his big strict owner with his mouth, and having been, as was now usual, denied any relief himself, he was allowed the privilege of spending the night in
her bed. A treat he could by no means take for granted these days. Often he was dismissed when Madame preferred the bed to herself, and retired to the narrow cot crammed into the tiny spare room that
now doubled as his dressing room and his bedroom. Exhausted after his long, long day, he would undress, clean his make-up off, put on his nightie, and would soon be fast asleep, recuperating to get
ready for another long day of domestic drudgery.
THE END
#841
Amritha(Tuesday, 03 October 2023 22:19)
https://monkeytales2k.blogspot.com/
Must read
#842
Amritha(Wednesday, 04 October 2023 01:24)
Nice stories
#843
Shriya(Saturday, 07 October 2023 01:49)
**The Deceptive Swap**
Ravi had always wanted to visit Agra, and after years of planning, he finally set foot in the city known for the iconic Taj Mahal. However, his trip took a strange turn on his first day there.
**The Deceptive Swap: Part 1 - The Unexpected Encounter**
Ravi stepped out of the Agra railway station, feeling a mix of excitement and awe. The historic city had always fascinated him with its stories of love, bravery, and architecture. He had meticulously
planned this trip, marking out all the places he wanted to visit, starting with the majestic Taj Mahal.
As he made his way through the ancient streets, he felt the weight of history all around him. The scent of kebabs and jalebis wafted through the air, and the sound of local vendors advertising their
wares filled the atmosphere.
It was in one such market street that Ravi first saw her. A young woman, who looked startlingly similar to him, was weaving her way through the crowd, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. The
uncanny resemblance wasn't lost on him. She could have been his twin.
Before he could process the strange coincidence, Ravi noticed the group of burly men chasing her. They were shouting angrily, their intentions clearly malicious. Without a second thought, he tried to
intercept them, hoping to buy her some time. But the crowded market proved to be a maze, and before he could reach them, she had disappeared down a narrow alley.
Shaken and curious, Ravi tried to follow, but the winding lanes of Agra were confusing for a newcomer. Feeling a tad guilty for not being able to help, he decided to head back to his hotel, a quaint
heritage property he had booked for his stay.
But the universe had other plans for him. Just as he was keying in his room number, he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he was face-to-face with the same woman. She looked even more
terrified now, her eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route.
Before Ravi could utter a word, she whispered, "Please, let me in." Her plea was so earnest that he found himself complying without a thought.
Once inside, she quickly bolted the door and turned to face him, her expression desperate. "Listen, I don't have much time. Those men, they're after me. I need your help."
Ravi was about to ask her why when he felt a sudden dizziness. The room seemed to spin, and he realized, a moment too late, that she had sprayed something in his face. His last conscious thought was
of the sheer disbelief at the turn his trip had taken, before darkness claimed him.
#844
Shriya(Saturday, 07 October 2023 01:51)
**The Deceptive Swap: Part 2 - A Perilous Deception**
When Ravi awoke, he felt disoriented, his mind foggy. As he tried to sit up, he noticed the weight of unfamiliar clothing and the sensation of long hair draped over his shoulders. His confusion
deepened when he caught a glimpse of himself in the room's full-length mirror.
The woman had perfectly transformed him into her likeness. The wig was meticulously arranged to look natural, and makeup concealed any distinguishing features that could reveal his true
identity.
Ravi pieced together what must have happened: to escape her pursuers, the woman had used him as a decoy. She knew they wouldn't recognize her in male attire, but he would be easily mistaken for her,
given their uncanny resemblance.
His heart raced as he heard muffled voices from outside the room. The goons were approaching. In a desperate bid to get away, Ravi tried the window, but it was locked, and he couldn't find the key.
With little choice, he hid in the bathroom, hoping they'd leave if they didn't find "her."
The door burst open, and the goons poured in. Their search was methodical and relentless. It didn't take them long to find Ravi, huddled in the corner of the bathroom. They laughed, believing they
had captured the woman they were chasing.
"Thought you could escape, did you?" one sneered, pulling Ravi to his feet and gagging him before he could protest.
As they dragged him out of the hotel, Ravi caught a fleeting glimpse of the woman, now convincingly disguised as him, blending seamlessly into the crowd.
Back at their hideout, Ravi was bound and thrown into a dimly lit room. The goons seemed pleased, thinking they had captured the elusive woman. Ravi tried to communicate, but his efforts were met
with laughter and mockery.
In the solitude of his captivity, Ravi's mind raced. He knew he had to escape, but he also realized that merely running wouldn't be enough. He needed to find the woman and confront her, demand
answers, and reclaim his identity.
Late that night, Ravi managed to free one of his hands. Slowly, painstakingly, he worked on the ropes binding him. By dawn, he had freed himself. He decided to wait for the right moment to make his
escape. The goons would soon discover they had the wrong person, and Ravi needed to be prepared.
Outside, the sun began its ascent, casting an orange glow over the city of Agra. And as the city woke up to another day, Ravi readied himself for the most challenging adventure of his life.
#845
Shriya(Saturday, 07 October 2023 01:53)
**The Deceptive Swap: Part 3 - The Unknowing Facade**
When Ravi came to, his surroundings were unfamiliar, and a weight pulled at his shoulders. Confused, he looked down to find himself dressed in a saree, ornate jewelry adorning his body. Before he
could process this, a sharp pain throbbed in his head, and he found it impossible to remember who he was or how he got there.
Staring at his reflection, all he saw was a middle-aged woman—an 'aunty'. Ravi’s mind was a blank slate, unable to recall any of his past. His world now consisted of household chores, community
gatherings, and the life of a traditional Indian woman. The saris, bindis, and bangles became his new normal. Without any contradicting memories, Ravi fully embraced his role as the beloved
neighborhood aunty.
Unknown to him and everyone else, the only person aware of the swap was the woman who had orchestrated it all. She seamlessly slid into Ravi's life, wearing his clothes, attending his job, and even
wooing his girlfriend, Maya. Her act was so convincing that Maya, overwhelmed by the apparent changes in "Ravi's" affection and attention, fell even more in love.
Months passed, and the woman, savoring the privileges and affections that came with Ravi's life, proposed to Maya. The joyous wedding was the talk of the town. As they exchanged vows, Maya looked
into the eyes of the woman, thinking she was looking into the soul of her beloved Ravi, never suspecting the truth.
The woman's life was filled with luxuries, love, and a partner who adored her. Every night, as she lay beside Maya, she felt a twinge of guilt thinking about the real Ravi, lost and trapped in a life
he did not choose. But the allure of her new life was too strong, and she continued to live the lie.
As for Ravi, the memories of his true identity remained locked away. The bustling streets of Agra, his office, and even Maya’s face—all were buried deep within, replaced by the tales and gossips he
now shared with his fellow aunties in the neighborhood.
Two souls, intertwined by deception, unknowingly lived each other's lives. One relishing the stolen luxuries and the other, lost in a world of traditional melodies and vibrant sarees. The echoes of
their past were drowned by the vibrant rhythm of their present.
#846
Jj(Saturday, 07 October 2023 03:24)
J
#847
Priya(Sunday, 08 October 2023 10:53)
Come back 2 and new world waiting for u r stories
#848
Yes(Sunday, 08 October 2023 13:18)
Coming back
#849
friends 1(Sunday, 08 October 2023 16:12)
trying to write pure cross dressing story...
nithin was coming out of their apartment, locking the door.. he was wearing sky blue tshirt, jeans, and with his college back pack.
from the opposite apartment, gita was sending her daughter off as well..
divya/d: bye mom..
g: bye divya, careful, I shouldn't get any complaints that you are involved in ragging juniors..okay..
divya was in second year of college, whereas nithin is in first year..
g: nithin, why are you locking the door, isn't your mom home?
n: no aunty, she went on a business trip, she will be back in few days..
g: ohh, divya, you have'nt met our new neighbor right, he is nithin, and nithin, this is divya..
n: hi divya.. he said as he was staring at one of the most beautiful girl he ever met, divya was in jeans, top, and her hair in a braid that was coming until her breasts..
divya on the other hand didn't feel any magic, but was amazed at one aspect of nithin...
his uniquely long hair that was in a huge bun..
d: hi nithin..
and they didn't speak anything, as they walked together to the bus stop..
they both sat on a bench at the bus stop
divya sensed a bit of fear in nithin, his hands were shaking a bit..
d: heyy nithin are you worried about ragging..
and she hold his hand..
n: no I am not.. he said acting bravely even though he is scared of what happened to his friends last week.. and pulled her hand from under hers..
divya thought he is hiding it, and wanted to distract him..
she asked a few questions, to which he expectedly calmed down.. and again she said..
d: I like your hair bun, looks like you have such thick long hair..
nithin was taken by surprise, he doesn't like talking about his hair with others..
n: it is not that long.. he said with a pout on his face..
#850
Samantha(Sunday, 08 October 2023 17:41)
New story part -1
Annoying Moment
It all happened in the year 2019. It was the time of Deewali Festival. I felt excited to meet my family members after a long period. I live in Bengaluru, with Swetha for my job purposes. Travelling
back to my home town Bengaluru from Chennai is time-consuming and needs a great deal of preparation. Swetha, my wife was with me this time. She is a kannada girl whom I married in the same year. It
was her first time observing this festival from close. She always breathed her interest in knowing tamil cultures. She loved to spend time with my family and friends.
So, we decided to spend a week in Chennai. We reached two days before the festival. ragavi , my sister was also joining us. I want to celebrate with my family . So, the whole family sit on the big
verandah to chit-chat with each other. My wife expressed her concern to get to hear stories about my childhood days and my extended family. She asked lots of questions about our family and what I was
like while growing up.
Ragavi, my sister, was always the troublemaker in the family. She is elder than me. Growing up she was always jealous of me because of all the attention I got from my mother. Everyone always passed
on comments that my sisters carried my father’s side of the family. I was blessed with my mom’s feminine features.
The biggest problem was that ragavi was very outspoken. She never learnt how to keep a secret in the closet. She took the chance to tell Swetha about our childhood and some things about me I wanted
to be kept secret. ragavi chuckled and published to her how I used to dress up in her clothes growing up, and how everyone treated me like one of the girls. Of course, she didn’t stop there. She
explained that I was wearing her clothes so often that mom someday bought me my very own dresses so that I could stop wearing my sister’s. She even went on to explain to her how I spent most of my
time dressing as a girl instead of playing cricket like all the other boys in the neighbourhood. She explained that I was dressed as a girl so often that the family just treated me like all the other
girls in the family. The whole neighbourhood came to accept me as her sister as nobody paid any attention to my dress.
After everyone had a decent laugh, ragavi gave my wife a thoughtful look and asked, “Does he still dress in women’s clothes around the house?”
Everyone suddenly looked over at Swetha and paused for an answer. I could see how uneasy she was as she finally spoke up, “Umm… no, this is the first time I’ve heard about that side of Rajiv. He’s
never even given rise to it up and it was just a kid phase…”
What! Kid’s phase?” ragavi burst out laughing.
My wife got perplexed as ragavi continued, “Well, you won’t believe he was dressing up as one of the girls until he was in before marriage. It was normal to come home and see him in a churidar or
salwar suit. To be honest, Mom was right about him being prettier than me, and I have to admit that he presented as perfectly feminine and looked pretty like a girl.” ragavi wished to let out more
but my mom punched her in the arm telling her to stop.
I was so embarrassed as I sat there with the entire family but already they know about but still I felt very bad. Mom shifted the topic to my childhood and told stories about the family, but I could
see that my wife was in deep thought, thinking about the things my sister exposed about me. I was hurt and anxious to hear what my darling thought about the chatter. after we went our room and she
want to know about my story but I don't know what to do so I explained my self.
#851
Samantha(Sunday, 08 October 2023 19:08)
Part -2 Mom reaction
my name is Rajiv. My mom name is Geetha and father name is Sivaraman and my sister name is Ragavi . My father and My sister both are working in government job. After my graduation and I got a job in
Bengaluru. My parents didn't want me to go, but I didn't listen. I really need that job, so I came to Bengaluru. My mom was really disappointed. in this 5 five I have visited home less due to my job
.
I am fair and about 5"5. After I went to Bengaluru. I thought, I made a mistake by leaving my parents. My mom cried many times. Since my childhood, I never liked to grow my hair, whenever my hair
touches my ears, I used to get a hair cut. So while I was Bengaluru, I wanted to punish myself by not cutting my hair. I kept it so a secret from my parents. So today I finally I decided to take
break some time and I visited to my home Town .
I have to travel on a bus for 6 hours to reach Chennai and from there 40 minutes to get my home, so that day I was waiting for the bus. Suddenly the rubber band i was wearing is gone and my hair is
all over my face. My hair is till my waist. Since its night not many were there in the bus stand. Because of the wind, my hair is all over back and on my face. I don't have spare rubber band, so I
saw a old lady sitting in front me. I was very shy but I decided to ask her for a rubber band. I went to her asked her
Old lady - ohh. You have to carry rubber bands in your hand bag, women.
Me - but ma'am. I am not a women.
Old lady - what? Then why are you having long hair?
Me - I like long hair but it's troubling me
Old lady - no problem, sit next to me. I will braid your hair.
I was shocked
Me - no no. No need. I just need a rubber band.
Old lady - listen to me, in this wind, you can't handle your long hair without a braid.
I was convinced by her words. I sat next to her
She took her time. After brushing my hair for a while, she braided it. Simultaneously we came to know about each other.
As she completed braiding my hair, the bus arrived. The old lady has to go through my home town, so we got into the same bus.
The bus is almost filled. Only two seats were available, and they were ladies seats. So I decided to get down but the old lady stopped me.
Old lady - why are you leaving?
Me - they are ladies seats
Old lady - yeah. But I can guarantee you that no one will know that you are a man.
I was shocked
Old lady - just keep your hair in your chest and sit.
I waited for a long time for the bus, so I decided to sit on ladies seats. Many ladies, entered the bus and everyone left think me as a women. I have absolutely no hair on my face.
my face laughing while hearing this story and I said pls don't laugh other wise I will not continue my story. then she said sorry pls continue and I will not laugh.
again I started my story ,
Finally I reached my destination, while I was about to get down, the lady kissed me on my forehead and told me not to cut my hair. I just smiled at her and got out. In the morning With happiness i
pressed the calling Bell and it's my mom, who answered it. She hugged me in joy, then she realised I have long hair and it's braided too. Then I met my dad too but my sister wasn't in the home. I
went to my room and got fresh up. After breakfast, my dad went to work. Both me and my mom were alone.
#852
Amritha(Monday, 09 October 2023 04:56)
Wow Samantha is back with a bang continue next parts soon dear
#853
Sahana(Monday, 09 October 2023 11:07)
Nice story Samantha...
Please continue dear
#854
Poornima(Tuesday, 10 October 2023 00:59)
Wow Samantha, I am just in love with Ragavi's character. Please say more about her in the story.
#855
Anandhi(Wednesday, 11 October 2023 07:57)
Hey Samantha where are you di pls continue
#856
Samantha(Wednesday, 11 October 2023 19:02)
Part - 3 First braid from my mom
We both sat on the hall. Then my mom took my braid into her hand and asked me
Mom - aren't you gonna tell me about this?
Me - I told my mom about the punishment and everything
Mom - so, do you know, how to braid your hair?
Me - no, an old lady did it.
Mom - don't worry, I will teach you.
Saying it, my mom went to her room and came back with oil bottle and a comb.
Mom - now, turn around. I will massage your head.
My mom undid my braid and started to apply oil to my hair and then started to brush it. I sat calmly and enjoyed it. My mom told me everything I missed in the last 5 years. I didn't notice what my
mom was telling how much she is missed me. then I asked sorry to her. After an hour, she placed a braid on my shoulder. I was shocked.
Me - mom, why did you braid my hair?
Mom - you didn't tell me not to braid it
Me - I don't like it, please undo it.
Mom - no, you should have said to before braiding it.
While me and my mom were talking about the braid, my sister came home. I was very happy to see her. after long we both are seeing each other but Her face was mixed with happiness and weirdness. She
came to me and took my braid into her hands and pulled it. I shouted it pain
sister - it's real
Me - yes, it's real. You could have asked me rather than pulling it.
Sister - sorry but you have very long hair just like mine.
mom - both of you turn around
While we did, my mom noticed our braids
Mom - no, ragavi (my sister), his hair is longer than yours.
Both me and sister laughed.
We three of us chit chatted some time.mom said,
Mom - Rajiv, you don't have to hurry to find a new job here. Your sister and dad are earning really good. Take your time
Me - OK, mom and I am really sorry for leaving you.
Mom - it's OK. Have to thought of cutting your hair?
Me - no, mom, why? Do you want me to cut it?
Mom - absolutely no. I really like your hair and I don't want you to cut it.
Me - but mom, it's really long. May be I should cut it till my shoulder.
Mom - don't. You hurt me before. If you cut your hair, you will hurt me again.
I don't know what to say but agreeing with her.
me - what about dad , if he will see like this and he will get angry ryt.
mom - you don't worry and I will speak with your dad.
me - thanks mom.
Few days over, but my dad did not ask me about my hair. May be my mom would have told him. Just as always, one day after I got dressed, I took a comb and started to brush my hair. I went to Hall to
watch TV while brushing my hair. I sat beside my mom and sister.
Sister - mom, look at my pimples. I don't know what to do?
Mom - you know what to do. Do bathe with turmeric paste.
Sister - OK. By the way, Rajiv, you don't have any facial hair, why is that?
Me - I don't know but for me it's not growing.
sister - really bro..but I have doubt and you have done something on your face.
me - no ragavi, trust me really I don't know what's the reason.
ragavi - ok bro , why your face is looking dull and your face is not glowing and looking like differently.
Mom - then why don't you use turmeric paste too?
Me - why? I don't need it. And men don't use it.
Mom - men don't use it because they are afraid it will stop their growth of facial hair but you don't have to worry. More over it clears your pimple and you will get clear skin.
Me - but mom....
Mom - no more buts, you will use turmeric paste whenever I will use.
Me - OK mom, as your wish.
It didn't take long. The next Friday early in the morning, my mom came to my room
Mom - Rajiv, wake up and it's time to take bath and she asked me to use this turmeric paste.
Me - mom....
Mom - you don't have to use it daily. Every Friday
Me - I don't know how to use it
Mom - OK, today I will apply it to you
Saying it, my mom took me bathroom and applied to my body.
When I am finished bathing, I was glowing yellow. now I am looking different. then morning I came out from room and ragavi and dad already having breakfast. ragavi smilling at me and said looking
good and I felt very ashamed.
#857
Amritha(Wednesday, 11 October 2023 23:46)
What a part yaar hey Sam keep going and jasmine flowers too include pls continue fast dear ! Eagerly waiting
#858
Samantha(Thursday, 12 October 2023 05:24)
part - 4
Wearing the earring for mom sake
Almost 3 weeks gone , I never left home after I came from Bengaluru. I have friend her and I fell in love with her . one day I spoke to my gf (Kaviya) on my mobile but I asked her to meet but she
also working here and she asked me to me coming Sunday.
One day, at night my mom and my sister were working in kitchen. I was so bored, I went to kitchen to take a look. My sister looked at me and asked
ragavi - why are you here? You don't even know how to boil water
Me - really!! , I used to cook by myself in Bengaluru.
Saying, I took the knife from my sister and started to cut the vegetables, my sister was cutting. And we all made the dinner.
ragavi - bro you are multi talented
me - while I am in Bengaluru, i have used to all works in our room .
Next day was very unusual, early in the morning my mom came to my room.
Mom - wake up, rajiv. Wake up.
Me - what mom? What do you want?
Mom - I want your help
Me - for what?
Mom - you know, household works right. I can't do it alone as your sister is going to work
I was so sleepy, my mom took my hand and took me to kitchen and told me what to do. I was cutting vegetables and My mom went outside to make rangoli and she came inside and started to breakfast ,
finally we completed the breakfast. The. we packed lunch box for my dad and sister. After having breakfast, I thought it's over but no. My mom made me to do small household works like folding clothes
etc
It didn't stop there, she made me to help her while cooking lunch and dinner too
At night, while I was going to my room and I felt very tired.
Next day morning mom asked me to wake up early and come to kitchen. I was shocked. My mom wanted me to help her daily. I didn't say anything. I went to sleep and laid on my bed. Today I did lots of
work, so I was tired, and usually I get bored, but because of work, I didn't get bored. I was thinking about my mom. Today only I helped her, but still, she was done with all the work, but she never
said I was feeling tired and finding it difficult to do the household work. I am proud of my mother, and I want to respect her more. The next day, I didn't wake up; just like yesterday, my mom came
to my room and took me to the kitchen. started to work, and before doing that, mom asked me to put on a ponytail because of the length of my hair. While doing kitchen work, someone pulled my hair;
it's none other than Ragavi. Rajiv, please make tea for me. I got angry and I started hitting, but she hugged my back and said, My cutie pie, please make tea, and I felt happy to hear this kind of
word prepared tea for her, and she said thanks.
After lunch, me and my mom were watching TV, and mom was discussing girls dresses and jewelry. After that I slept some time . Evening I woke up and mom was asked me sit and she braided my hair and
again she started the jewellery topics.while hearing this I was getting bored, but I didn't show her and suddenly my mom pulled my hand and went to her home.
Mom - I want to show you something
Me - what is it?
Mom - come to my room
So I went along with her. My mom opened the wardrobe and took some jewellery and sarees
Mom - I bought all these for your wife. You have to get married soon
Me - OK mom. But you never worn any of these.
Mom - no, no one. Not even your sister. I won't let anyone, it's for your wife.
To tease my mom, I took a silk saree and placed it on my shoulder and took a earrings and kept it beside my ear and asked
Me - not even me.
And I got unexpected reply
Mom - of course, if you want you can wear it.
Don't take it seriously, just for the joke I have asked.Mom, ok, Rajiv, but you will wear it one day, so I will wait for that day.My face became red, and I stared at my mom. Mom packed everything and
kept her wardrope. After some time, Ragavi came home and mom gave tea to her, and she said Rajive wants to wear a saree and wear earrings, and I got shocked and angry, so I left that place. Ragavi
stopped me, and she said it was just for fun, so don't take it seriously, but my mom's face was very dull and her eyes filled with water, and mom left her room. I didn't know what to do, so I asked
my sister, and she said you could pierce your ear and make her happy. I got angry, and I said I am not a girl. Ragavi said, "Don't ask me anything; just do it yourself," and she left.
#859
Samantha(Thursday, 12 October 2023 05:45)
Part -5
Dating with Girl friend
I thinked some time and went to Ragavi, and I said OK, but it was for mom only, so don't tease me. She said, Ok, bro, come, let's go shop. Already i have pierced left side now i want to pierce right
and same we pierced and we came to home. Dirctly, I went to mom's room and she was sleeping, so I opened her door and took that box, which I kept near her, and I woke up. I took the earring while my
mother asked me to give her the earring.So now I planned to act like I didn't like to wear those earrings. She saw my earlobes, and she said I would place them on your earlobes.
Me - what? I don't want to wear it.
My mom didn't listen, she fixed the earrings and took me to a full length mirror. While I was watching the earrings in the mirror, my mom placed a silk saree on my shoulder. I was shocked. I just
wanted to leave but my mom caught my hand
Mom - just look in the mirror. I promise you, you will good in saree rather than in Pant and shirt
Actually it's true, I looked like a women, with long hair and earrings. I was in shock. My mom placed everything back in her wardrobe. Funny thing is I forget about the earrings. Suddenly my sister
entered the room....
Sister - wow! You look great. But mom, you never allowed me to wear them.
Mom - I know. But he asked me for the earrings and for a saree.
Sister - saree too?
Me - mom, I never asked for any of them.
Mom - really, then why did place a saree on your shoulder and a earring beside your ear ?
Me - mom, I was just teasing you. And you know that
Sister - whatever. You look good in earrings
Me - oh, I forgot to remove them
Both my mom and sister stopped me.
Mom - what are you doing?
Me - mom, I don't want to wear them
Mom - I don't care, you asked for it and I want you to wear it
My mom and sister didn't agree. Finally we came to an agreement that I will wear small earrings daily and big ones only on occasion.
I got angry on myself for bring it on my myself. My mom didn't take much time too shift all the sarees and jewellery to my room.
Next day my sister went to office early and I am getting bored so I planned to meet my friend. After a long time, me and my gf decided to meet....
I haven't met my girlfriend for the 2 months. So I was very excited. Early morning, after doing few household works, I got ready. I tucked my braid on the back side of my shirt and wore a cap. My mom
didn't allow me take off the earrings, so I decided to remove them, once I get out of the home.
Once I was out, I removed my earrings and put them in my pants packet, and I went to the shop to buy a gift for her and went. I went to a park and waited for my girlfriend. Within on time, she came
to me. I was very excited. We started to share our feelings for a while. I know I can't cover my hair forever, so I decided to tell her.
Me - I want to show you something.
She - what is it?
She was saying something and she was stunned looking at my long braided hair. She took into her hand and pulled it.
Me - what's wrong with you people? My sister also did the same thing
She - sorry, but I just wanted to check it. Its real
Me - yeah, it's real
She - wow, we almost have same length of hair.
Me - may be, my hair is longer than yours
Immediately my girlfriend started to ask me many questions. I answered few and I didn't answer few.
She - your skin is so clear like women have. What are your using?
I don't want to say turmeric paste, so I did not answer it.
Me - so, you are general manager
She - yeah. Don't worry about the job. You will find something. As you promised, we are going for shopping.
Me - OK
She - by the way, don't cover your hair.
Me - what about others?
She - I promise, no one will ask you about the hair.
She said it very confidently, so I decided to leave my braid freely.
We went to the mall, just like she said, no one asked me about my hair. We went to ladies section.
Sales girl - how can we help you ma'am?
She - I am looking for bras
Sales girl - for both of you
I was shocked. My girlfriend just smiled at me and said no. Then I understood the reason why no saw weirdly, everyone thought I am a women. My girlfriend bought everything she needed and I was very
angry on her. After we left the mall.
#860
Samantha(Thursday, 12 October 2023 06:16)
Part -6
Girlfriend Gifts
Me - why didn't you tell me that I look like a girl
She - let me tell you something, with cap or without cap, you are looking like a girl.
Me - really, I am really looking like women.
She - sales girl thought, you are a girl.
I became really sad.
She - don't worry. I always love you. By the way, you look really beautiful. Now wear the earrings, which are in your packet.
Me - how do you know about it?
She - when I touched your leg and I felt something odd, so I guess it , I was the earrings and your ear lobes are clearly visible.
My girlfriend took the earrings and fixed them in my ears.
She - now let's go to a jewellery shop
Me - why?
She - just I want to buy you something
We went to the jewellery shop. I don't know what my girlfriend has in her mind.
She - we are looking for a latest design chain .The sales girls showed a lot. My girlfriend patiently saw everything and finally decide to buy one. I was happy, finally she selected one and earrings
also .
She - do you like it?
Me - yeah, why?
She - it's for you
Me - I don't want it. Its too feminine.
She - no, just wear it.
Me - no , i don't wear.
My girlfriend fixed the chain around my neck and asked me not to remove it. I weared earrings also. it's looking very feminine.
After we left the shop, we went to a restaurant.
She - take this scarf, I really liked it. You can cover your face in the presence of smoke and bad smell.
Then we purchased dresses for me, and we went to the ladies section again. She bought one saree, and I thought it was for mom. I didn't bring any bags. She kept all this in her handbag. When I
reached home, she took her purse and mobile phone, and she gave me a handbag. I got shocked, but she didn't listen, and she gave it to me and left the place. I went inside the home, and already it
was 10 p.m., so my mom was waiting for me, and while seeing me, she smiled at me. She said nice handbag, and I gave it to her, and I said this saree for you, and I said Kaviya asked to give it to
you, but mom laughed and said I didn't want it, so keep it to yourself. We went to our room So I kept in my wardrobe .
.The next morning, asusal, I woke up and went to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast, but mom was not there. I started to prepare the tea, and mom came. She said good morning and came near, hugged
me, kissed my forehead, and said thanks. Then she arranged my hair and put it in a bun, and she taught me how to put my hair in a bun. I finished tea, and we both had it. Mom asked me to give tea to
Ragavi, and mom will give it to dad. I went to the Ragavi room and knocked on the door. She opened it, and I gave tea to her. She asked me sorry, and I said it was ok. Then she hugged and said,
Thanks, cutie.Then mom and I went to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast.
While having breakfast, my mom and sister asked me about the chain around my neck. I don't know what to do, and my dad is having breakfast with us. Till now, my dad hasn't asked about my hair or
ears, and it was shocking for me, but he will speak normally, as he has before. Dad left, and without any hesitation, I told them that Kaviya (my girlfriend) bought it for me. Both my mom and sister
really liked the chain. Suddenly, my sister asked about my earrings, and she said they were really beautiful. She asked me to share with her, and she said, Whatever you want, take it from my
couboard. I told her if you really like these earrings, take them; anyway, I won't use them. Mom got an angry face and stared at me. I understood why she was staring at me.
Friday me, my mom, sister went to a temple. Its filled with lot people and mostly with women. Like always, my mom braided my hair but today she braided it by middle parting it, I tried a lot to
convince her but she didn't listen. As usual everyone were going in line, so I started to go in men's line but the person who was handling the line, asked me to go with women. I was shocked. I wanted
to tell him that I am a man but I don't know why I didn't tell him. My mom took my hand and took me in women's line. I was really embarrassed, when no one thought I am a man in women's line.
#861
Sahana(Thursday, 12 October 2023 08:55)
Awesome story Samantha....
Please continue dear...
#862
Grammar(Friday, 13 October 2023 10:47)
Sama
#863
Kavya(Friday, 13 October 2023 23:19)
Hii Samantha,
Your story is superb! Keep going...
#864
hey samantha(Saturday, 14 October 2023 05:14)
Read these story else where did you copy it
#865
Deepali chhakka(Saturday, 14 October 2023 10:53)
Samantha nice story…even if copied still we like to read it here, so don’t worry for any such negative comments. Keep posting
#866
chhakka really half minded(Saturday, 14 October 2023 12:01)
Above comment was a healthy troll to protect the work of original author
#867
Samantha(Saturday, 14 October 2023 13:12)
Part - 7. Unexpected call from unexpected person
When priest gave us flowers, my mom and sister kept it in their hair, and I don't know what to do with it, I was surrounded by women, without wasting no time, my mom took it from my hand and fixed it
in my hair. I just stood silently with saying anything. Then we came and sat and spoke about temples. When we came out of the temple, we searched for sandals, but mine and my mom's sandals were
missing. Then, near by, there was no sandal shop, so my sister went and brought sandals for us. Both are ladies sandals, and I shouted, but my sister said there was no men's shop near. Now you manage
it, and tomorrow you can buy a sandal. I was struggling to walk with ladies sandals. Already in a bad mood when we reached home, I took the flowers in my hair and decided to throw it, but
Mom - hey! What are you doing?
Me - I don't like to wear flowers
Mom - then why didn't you tell me in the temple?
I really had no answer. My mom again fixed the flowers in my hair.
My life is going like this, and my mom is not allowing me to search for a job. Now I am doing women's work, wearing earrings, and watching serials like women's. Sometimes I go out with my sister and
my girlfriend, and it makes me happy.
Almost two weeks have gone by. One day, my mom got a call from her mom. They haven't talked to each other since my mom got into a fight with uncles, and we have also not visited in the last 1 or 2
years.
My mom was in tears while speaking to my grandmother. They spoke for an hour. I and Ragavi spoke with Grandma, but still, my dad was angry with them, so he didn't speak with her. Grandma asked us to
come to the village for the festival. Mom became very happy.
After the phone call,
Mom - we all want go to my mum's home
Dad - I can't, you know have really important works
Sister - you know mom, I have lot of work too and in my office they will not give so i will try to come on sunday.
I had nothing to say and moreover, my mom is gonna see her mom after a long time, so I agreed to go. I want to escape from here and leave for household works for some day.
#868
Samantha(Saturday, 14 October 2023 13:14)
PART - 8 Meet the Mom family
let me tell you about mom family details,
My mother has two elder brothers and one younger brother, for a total of two cousin brothers and four cousin sisters.
younger brother: Karthik
wife: Anu
daughter: Divya (21).
2nd daughter: Siya (19)
Vijay and Suresh are both two years year's elder than me. Priya and I both are the same age, and Priya and Rani are both already married and staying with their husbands at home. The three (Rani,
Divya, and Siya) girls are younger than me. I don't know how to manage all of them.
Mom had planned to go three days before. Mom is waiting for that day, and she has done shopping to buy dresses and other things for my cousin brothers and cousin sisters. We purchased jewellery for
all, like rings, earrings, and chains. Finally, the day arrived. I packed everything and packed it in a big suitcase. next morning i woke up and seeing my mom already got ready and she
asked to get ready and i took bath and came to my rrom and meanwhile mom done breakfast. I came out of the room, and my mom started to braid my hair.She was braiding like a girl, and I got upset and
asked her
Me - mom, what they will think of my hair, will it be weird?
Mom - of course not, by the way, you don't have too long hair
Me - really mom? My hair crossed my waist
Mom - so what? Your grandmother has till her knees
While we were on the conversation, I didn't pay much attention, my mom again braided my hair by middle parting it. I thought everything is over and we can go but my mom had other plans. She went to
her room and came with a pair of jhumkas with a smile on her face. Seeing them, I immediately said no.
Mom - you told me, you will wear them on occasions
Me - but mom, not in public
My mom didn't even listen to what I was saying. Literally, she forced me to wear them. It's very strange; I never wore jhumkas. then dad and Ragavi came, and Ragavi gave a cruel smile, and she hugged
and said, You are a beautiful little sister, and I tried to hit her, but she ran away. Then she came near and told me once I reached the grandma's house, please do a video call. Again, she hugged me
and said, Really, I am going to miss you for the coming days. Literally, she cried, and I told her, Don't cry, I will come back soon. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, and she kissed back and
left.
We travelled by train, and we reached Thanjavur after 7 hours. From Thanjavur to Grandma Village, it took 45 minutes to reach the village. we finally we reached my grandmothers house. My grandmother
and all are waiting for us. After seeing us she immediately hugged my mom and came to me
Grandmother - it's been very long. Finally I saw my granddaughter
I was shocked, by her words. My mom laughed and I was staring at my mom.
#869
Samantha(Sunday, 15 October 2023 01:13)
Part - 9 First day as Women
The uncle's went inside, and Aunty took the arti. Vijay and Suresh took our luggage and went inside the house. Two girls are standing near Grandma. Anu aunty said my daughter-in-law is very
beautiful, and I felt very shy and ashamed.
Mom: Anu, it's my son, not my daughter.
Grandmother- what? Then he has long braided hair and jhumkas, and he is even looking like a girl, and those girls are smiling at me.
My grandmother was very curious to know about me. My mom told her everything about me. Then mom requested they don't tell anyone, and otherwise he will not come again. Then Grandma informed everyone
(aunties and their daughters): don't tell anyone and don't tease him. They said okay.
We went inside the home. My mom and grandmother were discussing something while I sat on the couch silently. Anu aunty came to me and kissed my forehead and said, Rajiv, really, you are very
beautiful, and aunty introduced her daughters. The sad part is that my uncle's, Suresh, and Vijay also thought I was a girl. Aunties inspected my braid, like it's a wonder.
Aunties make fun of me, but at the same time, they speak very well and are nice to me. Anu Aunty came, sat near, and held my hand. She said, Don't worry, Rajiv. We are all with you, so don't panic.
I'm always with you, and if you want any help, just call me and I will come.I said okay. Anu Aunty asked her daughters to be with me. I don't know what to do, and my mom is busy speaking with
Grandma. Then Divya started to speak with her, and she is like her mom and so kind. We talked about this village and about her studies. Suresh is seeing me, and I don't know what to do. I felt very
shy and didn't know how to react.
We had dinner night, and all the ladies were talking in the hall, while the uncles sat outside and talked. Anu aunty applied henna to cousin sisters, and grandma asked me to put henna. then I went
near and sat and Anu aunty put henna on my hands and legs, and its very beautiful henna designs on my hands and legs too.
i was sitting alone and at the time I got call from Ragavi, but now I cannot attend that call. I called Anu Aunty and asked for her help in keeping the phone in my ear. I called Ragavi, but she asked
me to do a video call, but I felt scared, and if she knew about this henna, she would tease me. Suddenly, she called, and Anu attended the call and came in front of me. Anu Aunty and I went to our
room. I sat on the bed, and Aunty sat on the other side. I asked Aunty where Divya was, and this call would take more time, and Aunty said just now they went to sleep, and she said, "Okay, Rajiv, I
will hold my mobile. While seeing me, Ragavi laughed and teased me a lot, and she started calling me little sister, and I told her aunty with me, and they spoke some time. We both chitchatted for
some time, but all the time she was laughing, and I felt very shy. I told her I would call tomorrow, and we spoke for almost 2 hours. Then I said thanks to Anu Aunty, and she said it was ok, and
while going, she kissed me and said you are also like my son, so don't feel bad asking for this kind of help. I almost cried in my eyes while hearing this. I hugged her, said sorry, and went to
sleep. Anu Aunty went to her home and younger uncle is staying seperate home and he is working as goverment bus driver. The next morning, I woke up around 10 a.m. I came out of the room, and my
uncles went to work, and even my mom was not there. Grandma is only sitting in the hall; Anu aunty is working in the kitchen; and 2 aunties went to work. Anu asked me to take a bath, and I took a
bath. I put on my dress(pant,shirt), and I had breakfast. Now I removed my earrings and didn't comb my hair, so I put on my cap and planned to go out, but my grandma stopped, and she called my mom,
and she scoled my mom, but I don't know why she scoled my mom. Mom asked me to go to my room, so I did.
#870
Samantha(Sunday, 15 October 2023 01:15)
Part - 10 For My Grandma
I went to my room but my mom and grandmother were discussing something about me. Mom and aunty went another room and I really don't know what's going on. they asked to come that room and i went
inside the room I saw a chudithar and half saree on bed. My mom asked me to sit on the bed.she said
Mom - listen, rajiv. Your grandmother always wanted to meet her granddaughter. After all these years, she never got to meet her, so....
Me - so what? Say it
Mom - after seeing you with your long hair and all. She wants you to be granddaughter for few days.
Me - no, I won't agree
mom tried to convince me, my mom literally cried, so with no choice I agreed. Without wasting no time, they asked me chosse me any dress and i said anything is ok with angry look. They gave 3 blouses
to try and in this only one is fitted and its rani old dresses so mom asked me to wear rani old dress. i dont have any option so i said ok.
Then i wored the blouse with help of mom and my mom was draping the half saree on me, my aunt put bangles to my hands, asked me put same jumikhas earrings, anklets to my legs.
I was really sad, my mom and aunt were convincing me to be happy, mom braided my hair and put small necklace.
After I was ready, they escorted me to my grandmother, who is waiting for me. See was stunned after looking at me.
Grandmother(GM) - Rajiv, you really look very beautiful in this half saree and jewellery.
I don't to what to say, I stood silently. She understood my embarrassment. So she took me to get room and we were alone
GM - look, rajiv, there is nothing to embarrass about. Its only for few days.
Me - OK. But for few days
GM - good. Now your name is Raji. OK
Me - OK
GM - don't worry, we will have so much fun and I will teach everything about being a women.
I just simply nodded my head.
For a few hours, I was uncomfortable speaking with GM. At the time Anu aunty came to the room and asked me whether you were coming to agriculture land where uncles and aunties are working, I said ok.
Slowly, I moved from the room. Anu Aunty asked me to walk slowly; otherwise, you will fall down. I said okay; Aunty took food for them, and I went walking with her. heavy sun rises, I am feeling hot,
and I have reached land. All men are wearing white dhoti with white banyan and white turbans on their heads; ladies are wearing sarees, and they are doing some work. Anu Aunty called uncles and
aunties to eat lunch. All were washed their hands and legs and came. I was slowly walking and visiting the places when suddenly I heard a voice and got scared. I was going to fall down, and one
person came and held my hips. The face I am seeing is none other than Suresh. I said thanks to him, but he didn't leave me and held me tightly, and he was rubbing my waist. I pushed him and ran to
Aunty. All the ladies are asking about me, and Shanthi told them that she is my DIL, and she came from Chennai and told me my name. Then all the ladies came and asked about my mom, and they left.
Uncles went to rest near a tree. Shanthi aunty asked me to eat lunch, and I said no, aunty, and I would go home and eat. Radha aunty scoled Anu aunty because now 2 clk still Raji didn't have lunch,
then Shanthi and Radha fed me food, and I ate lunch there. After some time, they went to work, and Anu Aunty also ate her lunch, and she also went to work. I simply sat there and took my mobile and
took some videos and photos. I called my girlfriend and spoke with her some time. then 4 clk Anu Aunty came and we both came home, and I was feeling very, so I went to my room and slept some
time.
#871
Samantha(Sunday, 15 October 2023 03:35)
Hi Friends ,
I dont know fluent english to avoid the spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes some i copied sentances in some other page . but i am coping storu plot and story is my original story only.
Sorry friends @chhakka really half minded....
I will post my stories in my blog and sorry to posted in this group. intrested people pls read my stories in my blog.
https://anthascd.blogspot.com/
#872
Samantha fan(Sunday, 15 October 2023 03:51)
Please post the story in your blog or post it here itself Samantha....
Please don't stop Samantha...
Great story....
#873
PriyaSri(Monday, 16 October 2023 20:17)
Well, after two months of no cummies for my sissy rashmi, she got very lucky in the month of October.
Let me explain. I am sissy rashmi's key holder. My rules for her are very simple. At home she is to wear any one of her saree with full lingerie with high heels and make up in the daytime, and sexy
nighties at night. She wears panties 24/7, and I love to add a bra and panty, and mangalsootra just before she leaves for work. It makes my day to see her in tears of embarrassment as she drives off
to work. Of course she has to sit to pee at work, because I have her little dickie locked up in her cb6000.
We both love reading the stories on this site, my rules are designed around the stories posted there. When ever there is a story on line, sissy get's to cummie. Sissy stories only, willing
crossdressing doesn’t count. Some times I give her a short time limit, some times I make her come to the very edge for hours before her little squirt. Sex is with her own hand only. Sex with me is
with her mouth and her fingers. I never touch her little dickie. Her useless penis is one inch soft and four inches long on her best day. She doesn't get hard enough for penetration, and that little
thing wouldn't do me any good if she could. Thank god for her great oral skills and our sex toys.
Up untill October, things were going great for me. The stories would come, one or two at a time, then nothing for a couple of months. I missed reading the stories during this period, but watching her
frustration as she checked your site twice a day was priceless.
She would do anything I desired, knowing that small infractions would get her a panties down spanking, and a large infraction would void the next story. In October there were so many lovely stories,
and so many chances for my sissy to cummie. I ran out of little humiliating ways to let her cum. After every cummie, she has to drink her cum from her condom, or lick up the mess from her hand.
Now it's 2023, and I am changing the rules. I am going to humiliate her in a major way for every release I let her have. Our little games were very private untill September. She was thrilled to find
few stories that month, but before we had a chance to read them, Leela, an old friend stopped by for the first time in a year. Sissy was in her saree so she ran upstairs and washed her face, removed
her jewelry, and put her sweats on over her lingerie.
Our friend knew nothing of our chastity life style, but I saw her looking at sissy's attire, and you could see her stockings. Sissy had always been intiminated by Leela, so I decided to start the
year off in the most humiliating way I knew.
I called her over to where Leela and I were sitting and asked her who gave her permisssionto wear boys clothes today? She almost fainted when I said take them off. Sissy begged and pleaded for me to
let her go to her room. I told her she had just earned a spanking in front of Leela. She took off her top to reveal her lacy bra with bows. Then she dropped her pants and showed Leela her frilly
panties with the lace inserts, and a sexy garter and thigh highs. Leela is usually quite shy, but she finally broke down and started pointing and laughing.
After a few minutes of sissy jokes and a lot of laughing, I made her lay across my lap, with her head in Leela's lap, and for the first time ever, I spanked her till she cried. When sissy stood up, I
made her show her cb6000 to us. I thought I had humiliated sissy rashmi as much as possible until Leela asked if she could look closer and maybe touch it. She commented on how tiny sissy was and
started to touch it. That's all it took, my little sissy humiliated herself even more by cumming all over herself. Then out of habit sissy reached down and licked up the mess. Leela fell out of her
seat from laughing so hard.
I sent sissy rashmi to put on her pretty pink saree, jewelry and make up, while I shared the most intimate details of our sex life with our friend.
I have no idea how I will humiliate her next time. I'm thinking her ex girl friend might like to play along, or maybe the man next door. Whatever, I would really like to have them help me give my
sissy the cummie of a life time!!!!
#874
PriyaSri(Monday, 16 October 2023 20:47)
Tale of two sissies:
On one beautiful summer's day, early afternoon on a Friday, the clouds cleared as the sun came out, and as the shimmering light shone through the larger windows of an expensive home. The serenity of
the scene was broken by the sounds of a demanding yet beautiful and statuesque blonde. "Now Chitra, get your sissy ass in here."
"Yes Mistress," Chitra submissively responds, scurrying nervously into the room, stopping with a sudden halt, curtsying, her knees pressed together, eyes cast humbly and submissively downward, past
the hem of her saree, trying to see past her bangles, necklaces, mangalsootra, pink patent leather pumps, her 1990's style hairdo with bun, mangtika and sindoor.
"Seems to me someone's been a naughty sissy girl today..."
"Yes Mistress," the sissy chillingly responded.
"I'm thinking that while you're supposed to be enjoying the privilege of working hard and cleaning my home, your attention wandered and you were listening to my phone calls, not only the one with my
lover, but the other calls to my girlfriends telling them about my date last night. Were you eavesdropping again you little sissy? No excuses, did you hear my conversation?"
"A, um, I'm sorry; I tried not to listen but... sissy couldn't help but overhear, sissy was so nearby, and I, I, um, sissy guesses so, I... Yes Mistress," Chitra finally admitted dejectedly.
"It seems to me that someone's little sissy girl needs some correction and obedience training, don't you think? So Chitra, quickly run upstairs and fetch some of my correction tools, I think the
strap and Ms. Hairbrush would work here very well in correcting you, especially before all ladies arrive here this evening for my party. It's important I set the proper tone for you sissy."
Waiting as trained for Mistress's final word in her sentence, Chitra quickly curtsied, and scurried up the stairs at top speed in her high heels, to fetch the demanded instruments of training and
correction as per her Mistress's orders. Scrambling back downstairs, the sissy quickly curtsied, then knelt down, with arms held over her head and palms holding the instruments of correction as
required, looking down on the floor as trained.
"Please Mistress correct me very hard, strip away any and all unsuitable things, such as any remaining maleness and train me to be the best little sissy girl in the world! Dearest Mistress, this
little sissy wishes only to serve you and all women, my superiors, whom I joyfully serve with all my love and all my heart."
"Well then you annoying and disrespectful little sissy," as she reached past Chitra's long hair gripping her ear adorned with long dangling earrings, and lifting her to her feet, "it's bend over the
couch, saree and petticoats up, panties down, and reeducation time again," as Chitra's ankle's were kicked apart slightly.
"Don't you have something to say?"
"Yes Mistress, please Mistress, re-educate me very well."
"Oh, don't worry your silly, pretty little head about that Chitra; I'm a firm believer in your education."
With that, Chitra's tearful reeducation began, ending in a very red bottom and a face full of free flowing tears, later followed by an hour of on tip toe, of shoeless corner time.
#875
PriyaSri(Monday, 16 October 2023 20:56)
Part 2:
While she obediently stood there, with a steady stream of tears flowing down her face ruining in her makeup, Chitra looked down to her very real C cup breasts, one size smaller than Mistress' and
wondered how a fantasy once introduced by mistress as a game, could have ever gotten this far. This dominant woman, once a girlfriend, later a wife, then a husband, now a Mistress after their legal
divorce, without any real interest in breaking up, who made Chitra sign over her business, her estate, her life savings, and having Chitra sign a slave contract she found on the Internet and adjusted
to suit her needs, who had Chitra's name legally changed to Chitra, and her sex legally declared female, by an insider within the courts, a former lover, and now close personal old friend, and now
infrequent bed partner, a beautiful and dynamic woman and a real leader, who remains interested primarily in females as conquests and lovers, and a once in awhile occasional fling with a stud, just
to keep things interesting, that drove this into reality around Chitra.
One thing was pretty much for certain, Chitra would never actually realize the fact that this once he, now a she, for all intents and purposes, was chosen for her noticeable sissy streak, and
possibilities for sissy development, which her Mistress decided to promote and cultivate as a part of her own needs early on. So much to changed for Chitra, her mind wondering back to the days when
she was a sort of big man on the college campus, thought of as a big man stud by all of those people who didn't actually know of her secret potential to become a submissive sissy and dominated. Nor
did they know the secret of sissy's tiny under endowment, which sissy would keep carefully hidden away from the locker room boys and how Chitra would only use the restroom in a stall in the seated
position, keeping this embarrassing secret to herself.
But this woman, this dominant, this Mistress, did know all of this while dating Chitra, turning Chitra on, keeping her frustrated, often joking about Chitra's ever increasing sexual frustration vs.
Mistress' sexual fulfillment, then getting Chitra to beg for sexual favors, having her perform oral sex for Mistress after first begging to perform, and giving her Mistress head in the back seat of
cars just like many girls did for the boys. Many times Mistress would leave herself just a bit dirty, after many trips to the ladies room, to get Chitra addicted to the taste of her dirty pussy. More
and more, how Chitra craved to submit to become more and more submissive and feminine to please this young dominant woman, her love, her boss, the center of her world, her Mistress.
Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Chitra snapped back to what she had been trained to think about, what she had been doing wrong, how as a sissy, she need to try harder and harder to not offend and
to serve at Mistress's when better and better, how she should feel bad about disappointing Mistress, how she should work even and harder to correct all things objectionable to her Mistress, as yet
another wave of feminine hormone induced tears, began to flow emotionally from Chitra's eyes, further ruining her makeup, and making her deeply desire to submit further and please her Mistress even
more. Two quick claps of Mistresses hands signaled that Chitra's corner time was over, and it was time for Chitra to shower, reapply make up, fix Chitra's hair, change into fresh undies, don heavy
embroidered saree, answer the door and let in the caterer, make sure all things were set, run upstairs and assist Mistress in her bathing and dressing, and the downstairs promptly at 6:30 PM to greet
Mistress' guests as they arrive.
This evening's event was what many in the lesbian community called a fish party. In the strictest sense, that usually meant women only, but in this case it had evolved into guests who are women and
the occasional former men in their lives, now sissies in tow, and once a once in a while basis, the occasional well hung stud for servicing purposes, for the women in attendance were still enjoyed
its own of thing. For all intents and purposes this party would seem like a normal social event to outsiders.
#876
PriiyaSri(Tuesday, 17 October 2023 03:09)
Part 3:
Chitra's redress went quickly and well, as Mistress had told Chitra which clothing to wear for the evening earlier that day. Dressy pink embroidered saree, a pink bra with sleeveless blouse, 12 pink
bangles, 2 sets of dangling diamond earrings, rhinestone necklace, mangalsootra, Diamond nosering, designer bindi, sindoor, payals, and pink high heels, which matched Chitra pink finger and toenails,
perfume and sissy makeup, made Chitra the picture of overdone sissy femininity. She looked like a typical indian serial antagonist with heavy makeup and jewelry.
The caterer having seen Chitra so many times before was completely unfazed by Chitra's overly feminine sissy costume. Chitra thought to herself that there seem to be quite a bit of food being
delivered, some of it cooked, some of it uncooked, some of it for dinner, some of it for what appear to be a brunch that would have to be prepared. Chitra the thought to herself, "I am my Mistress's
sissy-servant, she always tells me a mine is not to reason why." After completing her duties with the caterer, Chitra quickly put on her rubberized bib apron, softly knocked at the master bathroom
door, and was granted entrance by Mistress who was already relaxing in the tub, having drawn her own bath, which worried Chitra just a little bit, for fear of future punishment. Chitra massaged
Mistress's feet and back, and assisted in shaving Mistresses legs and underarms, as well as Mistress' pussy area, which Mistress liked to keep clean shaven for better orgasmic stimulation. Chitra
helped Mistress stand and helped pat her dry was a big fluffy towel. Next was off to help Mistress get dressed. As her breasts were strong high and perfect, she decided to forgo a bra and simply put
on a see through top, a garter-belt, sans panties, with her newest designer strappy pumps. Chitra actually felt for the first time in a long time, a twinge of sexual excitement, apparently just an
echo from her past self, as Mistress had recently had been discussing with her friends the possibility of Chitra fixed, and unbeknownst to Chitra, planned on showing off Chitra's newest alteration to
the women attending this party, the rings between Chitra's legs that forced her sissy wee-wee backwards between her legs which forced Chitra to pee sitting down like the feminine creature she was
evolving into, just as she had done some months earlier when Chitra's breast implants were done.
Mistress, a female supremacist, knew that in this age of burgeoning re-enlightenment for women, such displays were not only educational but also a triumphant turn on. Chitra, being not a true and
complete real female, was at many times unaware or incapable of understanding, or confused emotionally enough via the new and raging feminine hormones within her blood stream, to have any
understanding of what was going on around her sissy self. While putting the final touches on her outfit, Mistress reached up under her skirt to find the thoughts of this evening's festivities were
making her wet. She reached down and raised her skirt laid back on the bed, and ordered Chitra to orally pleasure her, not to completion, just enough for a bit more stimulation. "Lick Chitra, love me
like a girl." "Yes Mistress." Chitra as trained, eagerly and obediently pleased and pleasured, knowing just how Mistress liked it best in this situation. Okay Chitra, mmmmm, that's feeling so good,
maybe I can have just a little come right now, ahh yes Chitra, right there, just like that! Upon completion of Mistress' cool down, Chitra rushed two washcloths one wet to clean and refresh and one
to dry.
Mistress upon rethinking the situation in combination with her excitement, she ordered Chitra to fetch her newest and hottest drawstring thong, which she was quickly placed into. Now done, and
smiling, Mistress arose using the top of Chitra's head for leverage. Mistress decided before leaving there was still time for a little more time for the verbal re-education for Chitra. "Chitra,
you've come so far, I'm so proud of what I've done to you and what you have become. You remember years ago when you try to pass yourself off as a guy, even a stud? Just imagine, a stud the tiny
tampon sized mini-wee-wee like you have, what a scream!" as she broke out into hysterical laughter. "if those girls could see you now! As I'm thinking about it though, we do have a reunion coming up
about five months from now, don't we? Hummmm, I'll have to get us some tickets for that.
#877
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 October 2023 03:18)
Part 4:
Do you remember how I made you beg each time to hear what name I came up with for you? Do you remember as well, how I had you beg for your breast implants and how hard you you've been begging and
crying when I ordered it, to have you fixed? Won't you just love your tiny and empty sissy bag? I know I will! "Your tiny sissy bag will go so well with your tiny sissy wee-wee! You do seem to love
begging don't you sissy? Isn't it great you're been able to realize your dream, of being a dominant woman's sissy submissive and obedient feminine sissy maid?" "Don't you just love being feminine and
submissive, dressing pretty and obeying? Don't you just love stepping out of the shower and seeing your beautifully large very feminine breasts? Don't you just love looking down and see a nice
feminine vee in the front of your panties, now that I've had you ringed?" I know for a fact that you simply adore your bra and panties, don't you remember a few weeks ago when I told you as
punishment that I was thinking about putting you back into boy underpants and how you just cried and cried and begged me not to, how you loved your panties so and how you'd do anything to keep your
panties I felt so sorry for you!
"And we both know you need to wear a bra these days, as well as all the other feminine items like your dresses and your skirts and all the pretty things you wear most especially your nighties and
feminine briefs in bed at night, and your sweet smelling perfume and your makeup. Don't you just love the way your body is changing, finally you're going through your puberty as a girl, well sort of,
anyway, more later on that, good for you. Don't you just love the fact that I get to victoriously have all the sexual fulfillment and pleasure I want, wherever and with whomever I want, while you've
got to wait and learn and beg me to obey, to submit, to be humbled, to be humiliated, to be defeated, to surrender, to embrace and enhance your femininity? Haven't you just loved the way we both have
crushed any and all of what little manliness you once tried to fake out of you? "Not much of the old sexuality here anymore is there sissy bunny, well... I for one am happy and delighted to say,
Bye-bye to your little maleness, bye-bye, and good riddance,
I'm glad you're gone! One of the very few things you were so right about, was the fact that you should have been born a female. One other is that you needed a dominant woman like me to shape and mold
you into what you are becoming, and really deep down, you have to admit, have always been, my sissy toy plaything- isn't that right Chitra? In fact you truly love being my pussy whipped, fixed sissy
girl creation, don't you little girl?" "And we both know how eager you are for my dildo, don't we little girl?" As she had been trained to respond and she always did to such questions, as beaten
sissy she is, her response was a resoundingly weak, "Yes Mistress," with her made-up eyes properly and humbly downcast.
Happy and laughing at her sissy once again, a continued source of amusement and laughter for her, a sissy who was certainly now further and completely molded and beaten down into proper submission,
Mistress truly now happy with herself, drifted downstairs to relax before her social event. As always Mistress had a few surprises up the sleeve of her see- through blouse for Chitra, a few guests
who would fit right in at this party, guests sissy hadn't seen in quite a long time.
About fifteen minutes before the official start of the party, the doorbell rang. Chitra curtsied to her Mistress and quickly ran to the door to open it. At the door was Mistress's current lover,
Chand and standing behind her, as a once proud husband, now ex-husband and now also a feminized sissy maid, was sissy Tabu. Tabu's transformation had begun just a few months before Chitra's
transformation. Tabu's new name had been arrived at by the women, as an extension of how much resemblance she had with the popular actress, originally they were calling her, Tabu with the tinnie
wiener. More work had been done on Tabu, her face looked like that of a younger actress, and Tabu also had more experience in being exposed, humbled and humiliated in a feminized state in public to
both men and women alike. Even with this experience, Tabu was blushing furiously.
#878
PriyaSri(Tuesday, 17 October 2023 03:21)
Part 5:
Chand cheerfully sweeping by Chitra inquired, "Where is your Mistress and my lover? I can't wait to see her." Bobbing a deep curtsy and a well practiced curtsy, in a high pitched well practiced
feminized voice, Chitra responded, "Good evening Ms. Chand and sissy Tabu, Mistress is a waiting your arrival in the main living room, please follow me." The dominant female blew this off, saying, "I
know where the damn living room is sissy, out of my way. Baby I am here!" as the two lovers embraced, sharing a deep passionate French kiss. The two sissies stood just inside the archway to the room
hands clasped in front of them, heads bowed, eyes downcast, awaiting orders. "Corner time sissies, while we ladies get reacquainted." So off the two sissies went to a corner, as ordered, until ladies
were done greeting one another.
The two sissies were quite a sight to behold, two feminized Sissy maids facing the corner rigidly, in submissive obedience, heads down, legs pressed together, Chitra in pink, Tabu in yellow, hands
behind them, saree and petticoats held up high, to expose their lacey ruffled pantied bottoms, as their two Mistress's, lost in a sea of passion, yet happy, contented and confident from the results
of the training. These two ex-males, formerly drinking buddies, now just feminized extensions of their Mistress's will, feminized creations and obedient sissy servants. After just an all too short
few minutes kissing and some light fingering, two lovers came up for air, and addressed their maids.
"Sissies Chitra and Tabu, front and center," came the order with a double clap of the hands, from Chitra's Mistress. The two maids spun around and scampered front and center, is almost funny how the
two of them revolved in separate directions, saree and petticoats flying up briefly like some sort of sissy square dance.
"Chitra, you will be our official greeter to door when the guests arriving. Tabu, you will assist Chitra by taking our guests bags putting them away. Once our guests are settled in, you'll fetch
drinks and serve food has ordered like two good little sissy maids. Also of course, as a regular part of your duties, should any woman here require more personalized service, and you know we mean,
whether being assisted in the ladies room with dressing and undressing or with wiping after one of us pees, which many of them still consider a luxury, but has two Mistresses here right now known as
a day to day thing here, or should any woman order a little oral pleasure or anything else within reason, your main focus is to obey, to serve, to please, and to pleasure in the sissy ways you do
best. Is that understood?"
In high pitched harmony, with two sissies chirped out, "Yes Mistress!" and curtsied simultaneously.
"Now sissies, isn't it time you properly greeted one another?" This was the part the two sissies dreaded the most, as they turned to each other to plant a deep, longing passionate French kiss into
each other's mouths, like a long lost lovers. Even though both of these sissies, bore very little resemblance to anything masculine, in the backs of their minds there was still some very fading hope
of returning to a more masculine existence, even though that was never meant or going to be. The women laughed and clapped at their antics triumphantly.
Now the doorbell rang again, as more guests were arriving, in the two sissies scampered, to answer the door has trained. Frightened yet in position, Chitra and Tabu positioned themselves to open the
door. Chitra's jaw dropped in complete disbelief at whom she greeted at the door. It was women from her college days, she had not seen in years, Mistress's high school and college girlfriends, of
which Mistress had always sort of been the leader of the group. In her college days, these women would come on to the male persona that Chitra once was, flirting with her, getting her excited, seeing
her as macho and very manly, little did Chitra know that these were to be the guests of Mistresses party. Two decades later, Many of them had been married and divorced, all of them had given up on
men with the exception of the occasional stud for recreation purposes, all of them now accomplished and successful, all of them now female supremacists.
#879
Jasmine(Tuesday, 17 October 2023 06:53)
Come back 2 and new world please write waiting for your complete story
#880
Prathi(Wednesday, 18 October 2023 00:28)
Hi I'm sissy girl you can contact me it's my mail id pranuprathap@gmail.com
#881
Customer(Wednesday, 18 October 2023 13:45)
Y
#882
Unknown(Wednesday, 18 October 2023 21:00)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/10/a-mom-who-always-wanted-girl-2.html
Tell me your thoughts in the comments
#883
New stories(Monday, 23 October 2023 09:58)
Just happened to find a new website. Seems like it's connected with deviantart.
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Hope some may like it.. genderbender type...
Non sensor stories and captions found
#884
PriyaSri(Monday, 23 October 2023 12:24)
After trying a few times already to get it going, I feel people here aren’t interested in forced feminization/sissy stuff. I do not see anyone else writing these stories, or interacting if there are
some stories written around these ideas.
so I am officially retiring, and wouldn’t be completing “Tale of two sissies” story, and would not be writing new stories. if anyone else wants to finish it, please do so
#885
Customer(Monday, 23 October 2023 23:48)
Priyasri thank you for retiring you are really bad writer and your stories are torcher thank so much for your decision of taking a retirement
#886
Abeena(Tuesday, 24 October 2023 13:36)
Your decision was good PriyaSri. You are a very good writer, but you are writing only about the forced feminization and sissy stuff and these chastity blts stories are not interested for people like
me. So please comeback with a new story with threads like mom son crossdressing, sister brother cds, husband wife cds etc like content with no sexual harassment plot.
#887
Anmol(Tuesday, 24 October 2023 16:00)
She needs a wife: (continued #745 eng22-23)
After the whirlwind of paperwork and endless calls at work, I decided it was high time for a breather, and what better place to unwind than the city’s most buzzing nightclub? So, off I went, clad in
my casual yet assertively masculine attire – a simple brown polo that did wonders for my biceps, paired with grey trousers.
I was meeting my usual crew, a band of merry men, predominantly. They were my late husband’s friends initially, but over time, they became mine. And not just the 'pat-on-the-back' kind of friends,
but the 'dare-you-to-do-something-stupid' kind.
Rajit, the epitome of Delhi’s charm, raised his glass to me as I approached, "Vineeta, the man of the hour!" he bellowed. We were celebrating a business deal that had gone particularly well, and I
was feeling on top of the world. In a grand gesture, I ordered the priciest whiskey for the table. "To success and stupidly expensive alcohol," I toasted, smirking at the laughter that erupted around
the table.
As the whiskey flowed and the night wore on, Rajit, with a glint in his eye that spelled trouble, dared me to hit on a girl from the next table. The wager? His vintage Rolex, a watch I’d been
coveting for ages. Never one to back down from a challenge, especially when there was a rare timepiece on the line, I took the bait.
Strutting confidently to the table of giggling girls, I flashed my best smile and offered to buy them a round. Just as I was settling into my usually flawless game, a distinctly feminine voice piped
up from behind me, "Oh uncle, kahi aur jao." I spun around to find Rhean, looking like a vision in a black negligee-style dress, a stark contrast to the strict school teacher I’d met earlier.
Our eyes met, and for a split second, we shared a look of mutual surprise. "Uncle? Really? I thought I was more of a handsome young man," I joked, trying to ease the tension.
Rhean burst into laughter, his previous stern demeanor completely dissolved. "Well, I never thought I’d say this, but you clean up pretty well, Uncle," he quipped back, with a sassy wink.
Deciding to seize the moment and turn the night around, I called the waiter over and, with a flourish, announced, "All of their drinks are on me tonight." The girls at the table gasped, and Rhean,
still grinning, raised his glass to me in a silent toast.
I sauntered back to my table amidst a chorus of laughter and jeers from my friends. "Looks like the girls were too hot to handle, eh, Vineeta?" Rajit teased, but I just raised an eyebrow and shot
back, "Or maybe I found something hotter."
As the night drew to a close, I spotted Rhean again, this time swaying dangerously with a drink in hand. He was clearly drunk, and when he spotted me, he staggered over with a flirtatious glimmer in
his eyes. "Hey, Uncle, care to dance?"
Amused and slightly concerned, I decided to play along, stepping into the role of the chivalrous gentleman. "Only if you promise not to call me uncle on the dance floor," I teased, leading him
towards the pulsating beats.
As we danced, Rhean’s movements became more flamboyant, and he draped his arms around my neck, pulling himself closer. "You know, for an uncle, you’ve got some pretty good moves," he slurred,
giggling.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, maintaining a careful distance as I replied, "And you, young woman, are quite the dancer yourself."
Just as I was beginning to enjoy our bizarre dance, Rhean’s face went pale, and I knew it was time to switch from gentleman to caretaker. I quickly led him to the women’s restroom, holding back his
hair as he puked.
A young girl walked in, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. "Um, excuse me, sir? This is the women’s restroom," she stammered, her eyes darting between me and Rhean.
Rhean, still in the midst of his laughter fit, managed to gasp out, "It’s cool. He’s my uncle."
The girl raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but left us to our own devices. As she exited, I looked at Rhean and burst into laughter. "Well,I must tell you, that’s not a first time for
me."
As we left the club, Rhean, still giggling, turned to me and said, "Thanks, Uncle. You're not so bad, for an old guy."
I shook my head, amused and oddly touched by the strange turn of events. "make sure to drink plenty of water and get some rest, young girl," I replied, slipping back into my 'uncle' persona one last
time as I watched him climb into his Uber.
As I made my way home, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking that perhaps the night hadn’t been a total loss after all.
#888
Hrisha(Tuesday, 24 October 2023 23:47)
Priyasri don’t stop…
These people are soft and biased, heck if you wanna dictate how she shoyld write then why don’t you write your own story
I don’t see why can’t we have someone as skilled as @priyasri to explore her own genre. Don’t stop midway that’s not you
#889
Suman(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 01:12)
Please continue Anmol
#890
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:29)
Title: "Sahil's Silken Secret"
Characters:
Sahil Kapoor: A young Indian man in his late twenties, Sahil possesses a unique condition that causes his hair to grow long and thick at an extraordinary rate.
Priya Sharma: A confident, middle-aged woman who has never been interested in traditional marriage but has a profound appreciation for gender fluidity and enjoys seeing Sahil's exploration of his
feminine side.
Chapter 1: Embracing the Silken Locks
Sahil Kapoor had always been an ordinary man, leading a fairly unremarkable life as a software engineer in the bustling city of Mumbai. He was content with his job, friends, and daily routines.
However, Sahil harbored a secret desire that set him apart from the typical man—he was infatuated with long, luscious hair.
It all began during his childhood when he stumbled upon an old photograph of his grandmother, her hair cascading down her back like a dark, velvety waterfall. The image mesmerized him, leaving an
indelible mark on his memory. His grandmother's thick, beautiful hair became a symbol of feminine grace and beauty for him.
As Sahil grew older, his fascination with long hair continued to evolve. He'd often catch himself admiring women with intricate, flowing hairstyles that accentuated their femininity. However, he was
acutely aware that traditional societal expectations for men didn't allow for the expression of such desires.
Sahil had always kept his longing for lustrous locks hidden deep within himself, hidden even from his closest friends. But things changed when he noticed a rather peculiar phenomenon. His hair began
to grow at an unusually rapid rate. Within a month, what used to be a buzz cut would transform into an impressive mane of long, silky hair.
This newfound condition, while initially perplexing, soon became a source of inspiration and excitement for Sahil. It was as if the universe had given him an opportunity to explore the very thing he
had secretly admired for years.
Embracing his unique gift, Sahil decided to set his hair free. With each passing day, his tresses grew longer, and he became bolder in experimenting with different hairstyles. He'd tie it up in
intricate braids, let it flow freely like a waterfall, and occasionally add playful curls. It was an exquisite journey of self-expression, a symphony of femininity weaving its way into his
life.
One day, while scrolling through social media, Sahil stumbled upon a YouTube channel dedicated to hairstyling and makeup tutorials. As he watched video after video, he realized that the world of
hairstyling and makeup artistry was not only accessible but also a powerful medium for self-discovery.
The world of femininity beckoned him, and Sahil was ready to answer the call. With unbridled enthusiasm, he embarked on his journey to explore, embrace, and fully embody the spirit of the women he
had secretly admired for so long.
In this remarkable chapter of his life, Sahil was ready to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, to redefine his own narrative, and to awaken the dormant feminine energy within himself. Little
did he know that his path would soon cross with someone who would embrace his transformation with open arms, forever changing the course of his life.
#891
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:30)
Chapter 2: Taming the Secret
Sahil's luscious locks grew at an astonishing pace, quickly reaching his shoulders. He was fully aware that his evolving appearance was unique and defied conventional norms. His gender-fluid nature
embraced the possibilities that came with his newfound gift.
However, living in a society that rarely accepted such fluidity, Sahil soon realized the necessity of keeping his secret hair hidden. The thick, silky strands posed a stark contrast to the
conventional Indian male appearance, and he needed to find ways to remain unnoticeable. His hair, when unbound, cascaded down his back, easily reaching his hips.
With this long hair, Sahil began to experiment with various hairstyles. He found a sense of serenity in transforming his appearance, using hair buns, braids, and intricate hairdos that were both
elaborate and feminine. Sahil's room became a sanctuary where he honed his skills, adding an artistic flair to every hairstyle. His hair was not merely an extension of his head; it was an intricate
canvas that he painted daily.
What fascinated him the most was the boundless creativity that long hair allowed him. He could be a traditional Indian beauty with a graceful bun adorned with jasmine flowers one day and a modern,
bohemian free spirit with flowing waves the next.
As Sahil delved into the world of hairstyling, he realized how this newfound skill granted him a sense of empowerment. He didn't need to fit into predefined boxes. He could be whoever he wanted to
be, and his hair was the ultimate expression of that freedom.
Within months, Sahil's long hair became a defining aspect of his gender-fluid identity. While fully shaved, he could pass as either a man or a woman with ease. It was a chameleon-like ability that he
reveled in, occasionally testing the limits of societal expectations by confidently presenting himself as a woman. At other times, he embraced his masculinity with the same self-assurance.
Sahil's secret was known only to a few close friends who, upon discovering his extraordinary gift, supported and encouraged his journey. For the world at large, he was a master of illusion,
seamlessly blending in with either gender. His long hair was both a shield and a gateway to explore a new dimension of self-discovery.
But Sahil's life was about to change in a way he could never have imagined when he encountered someone who not only noticed his unique talents but also embraced the full spectrum of his gender-fluid
identity. This serendipitous meeting would take him on a path of transformation, self-acceptance, and love he never thought possible.
#892
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:31)
Chapter 3: The Serendipitous Encounter
Sahil was enjoying an evening at a lively party, his gender-fluid appearance on full display. With a two-day beard and a hairstyle that could rival any woman's, he mingled effortlessly. As he moved
through the crowd, his long, flowing hair caught the attention of many, mostly admiring glances and compliments.
But it was one particular glance that would change his life forever. Priya Sharma, a striking and confident woman, noticed Sahil from across the room. In the soft, dim party light, she mistook him
for a woman. Her eyes locked onto his cascading hair, a quality she had always admired but could never achieve.
Intrigued, Priya approached Sahil, and their conversation began. She introduced herself and asked the question that was already on her mind, "Your hair is stunning. What's your secret for such long,
beautiful locks?"
Sahil smiled and started to explain his unique condition, as he had done to close friends who knew his secret. However, halfway through the conversation, Priya gently interrupted him, realizing her
earlier mistake.
Sahil was unfazed by her response, appreciating her straightforwardness and respectful nature. Instead of being offended, he admired her honesty and humor. They continued to chat, and what started as
an unexpected encounter quickly became an engaging conversation. Priya found herself drawn to Sahil's wit, charm, and his strikingly different approach to life.
Over the following weeks, Sahil and Priya kept in touch. They went on dates, exploring each other's lives. Priya was fascinated by Sahil's ability to seamlessly switch between different expressions
of gender and felt drawn to his genuine nature. Sahil, in turn, was enchanted by Priya's confidence and the way she embraced his fluid identity.
Their relationship deepened, and Sahil began to reveal more of his unique abilities. He demonstrated how his long hair allowed him to transform his appearance into anything he desired, from a
traditional Indian belle to a modern, stylish young man.
Priya admired his skill and saw it as a testament to his creativity and individuality. She wasn't just in love with Sahil; she was captivated by the vibrant, multifaceted persona he
represented.
Their relationship blossomed further, and Sahil and Priya shared the most intimate aspects of their lives. The connection between them was undeniable, grounded in mutual respect, admiration, and a
shared sense of adventure.
Sahil's long hair, which had once been his secret and his armor, had now led him to the love of his life. He realized that his unique gift was not just a source of self-expression; it had introduced
him to someone who saw the world with open eyes and an open heart.
Sahil's journey of self-discovery was about to become even more exciting, as he and Priya embarked on an adventure that would explore the boundaries of love, beauty, and the ever-expanding spectrum
of gender identity. Together, they would redefine the meaning of being unapologetically themselves.
#893
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:32)
Chapter 4: Envious Curves
As Sahil's relationship with Priya deepened, he found himself continually enchanted by her. It wasn't just her confidence and charisma that drew him in; it was her unmistakable and enticing curves.
Priya had an hourglass figure that Sahil couldn't help but admire.
Secretly, Sahil envied the way Priya's body curved, and he often found himself yearning to experience that same sensation, to feel the gentle sway of a feminine waistline and the subtle rise and fall
of a voluptuous chest.
At times, Sahil's envy became more than just a fleeting thought. It lingered, a constant whisper in his mind, especially as he began to explore and embrace different aspects of his identity. He had
longed for a body that could transform into the idealized image he saw in Priya's curves.
He admired the way Priya showcased her upper body with low-cut blouses that revealed a hint of cleavage. The sight of her in tight-fitting skirts, displaying her lower body's natural curves,
fascinated him. He longed to have the same confidence in his own body.
Sahil, as a gender-fluid individual, felt that the addition of curves would complete his transformation and make him feel even more authentic. Yet, he hesitated to share these desires with Priya,
fearing that they would change how she saw him.
The truth was, Priya's embrace of his fluid identity had given him the freedom to express himself fully. She had never pressured him to conform to any specific gender role, and her acceptance was
something Sahil treasured. He didn't want to jeopardize that by revealing his own deep-seated desires.
Instead, he decided to embark on a personal journey. Sahil began researching and experimenting with ways to enhance his own curves, whether through fashion choices, makeup, or even prosthetics. He
discovered that with the right wardrobe and makeup, he could emphasize his existing features and create the illusion of a more curvaceous figure.
The process was a learning experience for Sahil, and he began to appreciate his own body's unique qualities. He realized that his own curves, though different from Priya's, had their own charm and
beauty.
Slowly, he embraced the notion that he could be his authentic self without having to perfectly mimic someone else. Sahil understood that his identity was fluid, and he could express it in various
ways without needing to be confined to one idealized image.
As he continued to explore and experiment, Sahil discovered a newfound confidence that went beyond physical appearances. His relationship with Priya had taught him that love and acceptance came from
being true to oneself, not from conforming to any predefined standard.
And as he would soon discover, his ongoing journey would not only change his perspective but also open up exciting opportunities that would help him and Priya connect even more deeply.
#894
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:33)
Chapter 5: Curvy Conversations
One sunny afternoon, as Sahil and Priya were out enjoying a leisurely stroll in a nearby park, the conversation took an intriguing turn. Sahil couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He decided to
share his secret admiration for Priya's body curves.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sahil playfully remarked, "You know, Priya, I've been giving it some thought... I've always envied those incredible curves of yours. The way you flaunt them in
those low-cut blouses and those figure-hugging skirts – it's just mesmerizing."
Priya chuckled, her laughter resonating with warmth and affection. She looked at Sahil and said, "Well, Sahil, it seems we have mutual admiration societies. Your luscious hair caught my attention
right away at that party."
As they walked side by side, Priya continued, "But it's fascinating that you're so open about this. You really want to try gaining curves in all the right places to match your amazing hair, don't
you?"
Sahil nodded, "Yes, it's not about becoming someone else. It's more about exploring different aspects of my identity. And your curves have definitely been an inspiration."
Priya grinned and then suggested, "Alright, if you're serious about this, I'd be more than willing to help. We can work on it together, in a fun and supportive way. I can share some tips and tricks
to enhance what you already have."
Sahil's heart swelled with gratitude and excitement. He had anticipated that Priya might be willing to help, but he hadn't expected her to be so enthusiastic. Priya's openness and her willingness to
assist him were truly heartwarming.
Over the following weeks, they embarked on a shared journey of exploration and expression. Priya taught Sahil the art of dressing to emphasize his existing features, showing him how the right
clothing and makeup could create illusions of curves. She helped him pick outfits that complemented his unique physique and gave him the confidence to feel attractive and feminine.
But it wasn't just about the external aspects. Priya also encouraged Sahil to focus on self-acceptance and self-love. She made him realize that true beauty came from within and that self-assurance
was the key to feeling attractive. The support and encouragement he received from Priya allowed Sahil to truly embrace his identity.
Their unique bond only grew stronger as they navigated the world of fashion, beauty, and self-discovery together. It was a journey full of laughter, joy, and moments of shared tenderness. And with
each step, Sahil learned that there was so much more to the concept of beauty and curves than he had initially imagined.
As Sahil and Priya continued to explore their identities, their connection deepened. They realized that the true beauty of their relationship lay in their ability to accept and celebrate each other,
flaws and all. And as their journey unfolded, the love between them became even more profound.
#895
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:36)
Chapter 6: Secrets of Curves
One evening, while Sahil and Priya were dining at a cozy restaurant, Sahil's curiosity about body curves resurfaced. He couldn't help but wonder if Priya's amazing figure was entirely natural or if
there was something more to it. With genuine curiosity, he asked her, "Priya, I've been thinking, are your curves all natural, or is there something else that plays a part in your incredible
figure?"
Priya smiled and put her fork down, considering her response. She appreciated Sahil's openness and honesty. "Well, Sahil," she began, "I'm a firm believer in the idea that beauty comes in all shapes
and sizes, and that includes enhancing your natural features if you choose to. So, while I'm quite proud of my curves, I'll confess that there's a bit more to it than just genetics."
Sahil's eyes widened with curiosity. "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning in to listen intently.
Priya continued, "I've put effort into maintaining a healthy lifestyle, which has certainly contributed to my figure. But I'll admit, there's a touch of enhancement involved. I've received breast
implants and, in the past, I've tried hormone therapy to enhance my feminine features."
Sahil nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you for sharing that with me," he said. "I've been exploring ways to embrace my own identity, and I couldn't help but wonder about the various possibilities."
Priya reached across the table and placed her hand on his. "Sahil, the most important thing to remember is that each person's journey is unique. What works for one may not work for another. It's
crucial to make decisions based on your own comfort and confidence."
She continued, "If you're interested in trying something like hormone therapy or any form of enhancement, it should be a personal choice that aligns with your own vision of yourself. What matters
most is that you feel good about yourself and are true to who you are."
Sahil smiled appreciatively. "You're right, Priya. Your insight and support have been invaluable to me. I'm starting to realize that the journey to self-discovery is a process, and it's all about
becoming the best version of ourselves."
The evening continued with warm conversation and laughter. They both appreciated their unique bond and the freedom to discuss such personal and meaningful topics. The trust and connection between
them only grew stronger, strengthening the love that blossomed between Sahil and Priya.
#896
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:36)
Chapter 7: Embracing the New Beginnings
Sahil's workplace had always been an environment that welcomed diversity, but the announcement of a new LGBTQ+ policy made him see it in a different light. He observed how open and accepting his
colleagues were towards gay and transgender individuals, and it stirred something within him. It was the final push he needed to come out as gender fluid.
One day, he decided to share his decision with Priya during a date. Over dinner at their favorite restaurant, he looked into her eyes and said, "Priya, I've been thinking a lot about my identity and
how I want to express it. I've decided to take a three-month medical leave to embrace a more feminine lifestyle, starting with my appearance."
Priya's eyes sparkled with admiration and support. "Sahil, that's incredible news! I'm so proud of you for taking this step. You know that I'll be here to support you every step of the way."
As the evening continued, Sahil shared his intention to explore cosmetic procedures, particularly breast implants, to enhance his appearance. He explained that he wanted to capture a look that suited
his gender-fluid identity and the journey he was on.
Priya listened attentively and nodded in agreement. "Sahil, I think that's a fantastic idea. If it's something that will make you feel more comfortable and confident in your own skin, then I'm all
for it. I know a great cosmetic surgeon who has experience with various gender-affirming procedures. Would you like me to set up a consultation for you?"
Sahil smiled gratefully. "Priya, that would be wonderful. Thank you for your support and for being there every step of the way. I feel incredibly lucky to have you in my life."
As they finished their meal, Priya reached across the table and took Sahil's hand. "Remember, this journey is about discovering and embracing who you truly are, Sahil. I'm excited to witness your
transformation and to see you evolve into the person you've always wanted to be."
They left the restaurant hand in hand, their connection deepening as they continued to explore the intricacies of their relationship and the beauty of self-discovery. Sahil knew that with Priya by
his side, he was ready to embrace the new beginnings that awaited him.
#897
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:49)
Chapter 8: A Night of Shared Desires
As Priya and Sahil moved in together, they embarked on a journey of self-discovery and mutual support. The evening of their first night in their new home was filled with anticipation and excitement.
The air was charged with feminine energy, and Shail couldn't help but admire Priya's sensuous curves as she moved gracefully around the room.
They decided to celebrate their new beginning with a romantic dinner, their favorite wine, and soft music that set the mood. Priya, wearing an alluring red dress that hugged her figure, exuded an air
of confidence. Her laughter was contagious, and her eyes sparkled with desire.
As the evening progressed, Shail couldn't resist the temptation to feel the soft curves that Priya was flaunting. He brushed his fingers lightly across her waist and gently cupped her cheek, his
voice laced with playful seduction. "Priya, you look breathtaking tonight. I can't help but admire these incredible curves of yours."
Priya smiled provocatively, her fingers tracing Shail's jawline. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to exploring your feminine curves too. I'm eager to see the beautiful
transformation you're going through."
Their eyes locked in an intimate gaze, and the connection between them deepened. Priya moved closer to Shail, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Shall we explore your feminine side
tonight, love?"
Shail's heart raced with anticipation, and his voice quivered with desire. "Yes, Priya, let's make this night unforgettable. Let's celebrate our love and the beautiful journey we're on."
As they kissed passionately, they embarked on a night filled with shared desires, embracing their ever-evolving connection and the excitement of being there for each other in every way. The feminine
energy in their home pulsated as they celebrated this new chapter in their lives, filled with love, support, and unbridled passion.
#898
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:49)
Chapter 9: A Cosmetic Journey of Transformation
Shail and Priya, deeply committed to Shail's journey of self-discovery, embarked on a significant step towards Shail's transformation. Their next chapter began with an appointment at a well-known
cosmetic surgeon's clinic.
As they sat in the waiting room, Shail's heart was aflutter with anticipation. The scent of fragrant candles and soft music in the background set the perfect atmosphere for what was to come. Shail
couldn't help but admire the beautifully decorated clinic, which emanated a serene, feminine ambiance.
When they met the cosmetic surgeon, Shail discussed his desire for a more voluptuous figure to complement his luscious hair and feminine style. He wanted to look and feel more like the woman he
aspired to be. After an insightful conversation with the surgeon, they decided that 38 DD breast implants would be a perfect match for Shail's body, enhancing his curves and creating a more feminine
silhouette.
The surgeon also suggested lip suction to achieve plump, feminine lips. However, both Shail and Priya were in agreement that they didn't want to alter Shail's facial features that much. They wanted
the transformation to be subtle and aligned with Shail's inner identity. They decided to focus on other aspects of his body that would accentuate his femininity.
The surgeon suggested adding some fat to Shail's buttocks to create an hourglass figure, which would complement the 38 DD breast implants. Shail agreed to the procedure, as it seemed like the perfect
way to complete his transformation and enhance his feminine charm.
In the coming weeks, they would work closely with the surgeon to plan the surgeries and set a date for the transformation. Shail felt a sense of exhilaration and determination as he took this
significant step towards realizing his dream of becoming the beautiful woman he felt inside. And Priya, his constant support and love, stood by his side every step of the way, making their journey a
shared adventure filled with anticipation and fulfillment.
#899
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:50)
Chapter 10: A Night of Feminine Dreams
After the successful surgery and a month of careful recovery, Shail was finally given the all-clear by his doctor. It was a momentous occasion for both Shail and Priya as they realized that Shail's
journey toward embracing his feminine self had taken a significant leap forward.
As Shail was preparing to leave the clinic, Priya couldn't help but tease him. She leaned in close and whispered, "I guess I'm the winner here. I get to play with those new, voluptuous breasts now."
She couldn't resist adding a playful wink.
Shail, quick with a witty comeback, shot back, "Well, I've still got both the luscious hair and the curves you've always yearned for." His impish grin and twinkling eyes conveyed that he was in high
spirits.
Priya responded with a fake pout, pretending to be jealous. "You do have a point there," she admitted, feigning regret.
Their banter continued as they left the clinic, both elated by the success of the surgery. Shail's journey towards a fuller expression of his femininity was now more complete, and he couldn't have
done it without Priya's unwavering support.
As they returned home, Priya revealed a surprise she had meticulously planned. That night was a special one, as they would experience their first night together as two women. Shail, now with his
enhanced curves, was filled with excitement, and Priya couldn't contain her anticipation.
The ambiance was set for a night of ultimate femininity. They adorned themselves in elegant lingerie, slipped into silky robes, and applied delicate makeup, enhancing their already stunning features.
Shail, who was usually the one appreciating Priya's curves, now marveled at the beauty of his own body, his newfound breasts and the hourglass figure they had worked so hard to achieve.
Their shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the way they caressed one another's soft, feminine curves created an atmosphere of intimacy and fulfillment. The night was a tribute to their unique and
deeply loving relationship, one that celebrated Shail's newfound confidence and the beauty of their shared journey. It was a night that symbolized the beginning of a new chapter for them both as they
embraced the exciting and fulfilling life that lay ahead.
#900
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:51)
Chapter 11: A Night of Feminine Exploration
The night they had been eagerly waiting for had finally arrived. Shail had been discharged after his surgery, and the time had come for them to explore Shail's new, more feminine body. As they
entered their bedroom, Priya unveiled her planned surprise: two matching babydoll nightdresses, a deep shade of passionate red. The dresses symbolized the newfound depths of their relationship and
the journey they were on together.
They both stood in front of a full-length mirror, taking in the reflection of their double damka, an affectionate term they used for Shail's voluptuous curves. Laughter filled the room as they looked
at their beautiful, feminine bodies. The transformation had brought them closer, and they cherished each other's beauty and uniqueness.
With their hearts fluttering, they slipped into the matching babydoll nightdresses. The silky fabric caressed their skin, and the dress's style emphasized their newly discovered feminine attributes.
The dresses seemed to symbolize the unity and harmony that had blossomed within their relationship.
Under the soft glow of the room's lighting, they got under the satin sheets of the bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they lay there, bodies entwined, feeling the warmth and love between them. It was
a night of deep connection and celebration of the beautiful journey they had undertaken together.
Their hands danced over each other's bodies, relishing in the softness and allure of the newly transformed Shail. The night was one of exploration, filled with tender touches and affectionate kisses.
It was as if they were rediscovering each other in this exciting phase of their relationship.
With loving whispers and warm embraces, they gradually drifted off to sleep, safe in each other's arms. The serenity and contentment that enveloped them were a testament to the journey of
self-discovery and love that had brought them to this moment. It was a night to remember, a celebration of their bond, and a preview of the wonderful life they were building together.
#901
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:51)
Chapter 12: Embracing the Day as Sakshi
The new day began with the soft murmur of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The bedroom was filled with a sense of serenity, a reflection of the bond that had grown stronger between Priya and
Shail, now known as Sakshi. The lingering joy from their exploration the previous night lingered in the air.
Sakshi and Priya decided to start the day with an intimate bath, a beautiful way to relish their newfound journey together. The steamy bathroom was filled with laughter as they playfully rubbed
slippery soaps onto each other's bodies. The warm water cascaded down, washing away the remnants of the past and embracing the new.
As they bathed, they discovered that their towels, typically meant to provide modesty, now revealed ample cleavage. Priya playfully suggested that Shail should adopt a new name, one that resonated
with her more feminine identity. They considered several options, but finally, the name "Sakshi" was chosen. It was a name that felt right for this new chapter in their life.
Priya couldn't resist a playful moment, and she gently tugged at Sakshi's towel, unveiling the alluring beauty that had been hidden beneath. Sakshi, now with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, shared
the laughter, embracing the spirit of the adventure that lay ahead.
After their bath, Sakshi and Priya moved to their bedroom, where a new day filled with feminine exploration awaited. The room was filled with excitement and the promise of new experiences, as Sakshi
and Priya continued to journey together, hand in hand, embracing the beautiful transformation they were living.
#902
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:53)
Chapter 13: Shopping for Sakshi's Wardrobe
The anticipation was building as Sakshi and Priya were ready to embark on a full day of shopping to fill Sakshi's wardrobe. As they prepared to step out, Sakshi realized she didn't have a proper bra
to provide the support she needed. But Priya, who had prepared for this day, had a delightful surprise in store for her.
With a bright smile, Priya presented a well-chosen bra and panty set, perfectly suited for Sakshi's dusky skin tone. The intricacy and the comfort of the lingerie set made Sakshi feel even more
special and feminine. Priya had chosen every detail with care, ensuring that it was just right for her new identity.
Grateful for Priya's thoughtfulness, Sakshi quickly changed into the new lingerie. It was a comfortable yet sensuous fit, making her feel more confident and elegant. The undergarments complemented
her skin tone, accentuating her curves in all the right places.
The duo continued getting dressed. Sakshi decided to wear her normal unisex attire but left a few more buttons open to reveal the alluring new lingerie. She tied her long hair into a lazy hair bun, a
hairstyle that exuded an effortless elegance. Priya, sharing the same bun style, ensured that Sakshi's hair looked perfect.
With their wardrobe and confidence bolstered by the new lingerie, Sakshi and Priya set out for a day of shopping. They were excited to explore the world of fashion, discover beautiful outfits, and
create a fabulous collection that would match Sakshi's new feminine identity. The day was filled with laughter, twirls in front of the mirror, and shared joy as Sakshi embraced her journey into
femininity with Priya by her side.
#903
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:53)
Chapter 14: Shopping for Sakshi's Stylish Wardrobe
Their first stop on the shopping spree was to find clothes that would beautifully showcase Sakshi's new figure. They were on a mission to pick outfits that accentuated her curves, revealed some skin,
and made her feel confident and stylish. Sakshi had a whole new wardrobe to build, and it started with trendy pieces that embodied her identity.
The first pick was a crop top paired with a tight, body-hugging mini skirt. The combination exposed her slender waist and toned thighs, which were further accentuated by stylish boots. Sakshi felt
like a vision of beauty, brimming with newfound confidence. She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe the gorgeous reflection looking back at her.
Their shopping bags soon filled with dozens of bodycon dresses that hugged Sakshi's curves in all the right places, little black dresses for those special evenings out, and casual wear that offered
both comfort and style. In addition, they picked up a variety of heels to complete each look, ensuring that Sakshi was always ready to strut her stuff with grace and poise.
One of the most enjoyable aspects of their shopping adventure was the time they spent in the trial rooms. Like two close girlfriends, Sakshi and Priya shared their fashion insights, opinions, and
giggles while helping each other try on different outfits. Priya took the opportunity to teach Sakshi how to playfully tease anyone who couldn't resist ogling at their curves.
Their shopping day was more than just a trip to the mall. It was a transformative experience for Sakshi, who was embracing her femininity with each outfit she tried on. The bond between Sakshi and
Priya grew even stronger as they navigated the exciting world of fashion together, determined to create a fabulous wardrobe that matched Sakshi's radiant new self.
#904
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:55)
Chapter 15: Transforming Shakshi at the Beauty Parlor
The next destination on their journey to embrace Shakshi's new identity was the beauty parlor. Shakshi was ready for a complete makeover. It started with a visit to the hairdresser, where she had her
long, luscious locks trimmed and shaped to perfection. The new haircut was versatile, ensuring that her hair could be effortlessly styled in various ways, whether for a casual day out or a glamorous
night on the town.
The next step was a visit to the beautician, where Shakshi had her eyebrows expertly shaped to frame her eyes beautifully. Subtle yet sultry makeup was skillfully applied, enhancing her features and
adding a touch of allure to her face. Her eyes shimmered with a hint of mystery, and her lips were adorned with a shade that invited intrigue.
As Shakshi tried on a dress that was sleeveless with a very low back and a deep neckline, it was the epitome of seduction. The dress was a tease to the maximum degree for anyone who had the pleasure
of looking. The ample cleavage on display was complemented by Shakshi's long hair, which gracefully cascaded down her bare back, adding an element of sensuality to the entire look. Priya couldn't
help but whisper in Shakshi's ear, confessing her desire to trace her tongue along her exposed back.
With her transformation nearly complete, Shakshi changed into a pair of black heels that elevated her stature and added an aura of sophistication. Priya, too, had changed into a twin outfit to
Shakshi's, albeit a bit less conservative, ready to embark on their adventures together.
It was a moment of triumph, as Shakshi stood before the mirror, admiring the enchanting reflection looking back at her. The journey of transformation was making her embrace her true self with each
passing day, and she was now more than ready to take on the world, shoulder to shoulder with Priya, her partner in this incredible journey.
#905
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:57)
Chapter 16: A Night Out at the LGBTQ Pub
Shakshi and Priya embarked on a night out at a nearby LGBTQ pub, ready to make their presence known. As they entered the pub, heads turned in their direction, and the enigmatic aura of the newly
transformed Shakshi and her gorgeous companion Priya left a trail of admirers in their wake.
Inside the pub, they let loose, dancing and giggling like two carefree souls. Their chemistry was undeniable, and they weren't shy about making their affection public. Their passionate kisses and
affectionate touches didn't go unnoticed, and they soon became the center of attention.
The DJ played their favorite tracks, and they danced the night away, celebrating their newfound freedom and the authenticity of their love. Shakshi and Priya's enchanting moves on the dance floor
were a sight to behold. Their love was so palpable that it electrified the room.
As the night progressed, they entered a kissing competition held in the pub. Their shared passion and affection made them the stars of the show. They kissed passionately, breaking the previous record
for the longest kiss. As a result, they were awarded a gift voucher worth Rs. 10,000 to shop at Victoria's Secret.
In the cab ride back home, they snuggled up close to each other, reveling in the events of the night. The cab they took had a lady driver, adding a sense of comfort and ease to their journey. Shakshi
and Priya's love story was a testament to the beauty of authenticity and the power of self-expression, and they couldn't have been happier.
As the cab pulled up to their doorstep, Shakshi and Priya knew they were in the midst of a remarkable journey of love and self-discovery, and they were eager to see what lay ahead.
#906
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:58)
Chapter 17: A Lazy Morning and a Steamy Afternoon
The morning after their night out at the LGBTQ pub, Shakshi and Priya woke up with hangovers but also with hearts full of love and a sense of connection that was stronger than ever. They were both
eager to explore each other's bodies once again, and their love was like a fire that couldn't be extinguished.
After a passionate and soothing bath together, they dried each other off and shared a relaxing start to the day. Shakshi was dressed in a casual, oversized tee, while Priya opted for a cute crop top
and a lacy panty. The contrast between their outfits perfectly mirrored their unique personalities, and the sight of them together was a picturesque fusion of love and desire.
They decided to prepare a delicious breakfast, making pancakes together with a playful kitchen banter and fits of giggles. As they snuggled up to eat breakfast while watching a chick flick on
Netflix, it became evident that they still couldn't keep their hands off each other. The energy between them was electrifying, and it didn't take long for their passion to ignite.
The afternoon saw the two lovers engaged in yet another intense love-making session. Their physical attraction was undeniable, and the emotional connection they shared intensified every intimate
moment. Their journey of love, self-discovery, and femininity had brought them closer than ever, and they cherished every moment spent together.
As the day wore on, Shakshi and Priya's love story continued to unfold in all its beauty and complexity, and they knew that the future held even more adventures, laughter, and unforgettable moments.
#907
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 12:03)
Chapter 18: Saree Sensations
Late in the evening, Priya had a unique request for Shakshi: she wanted to see Shakshi try on sarees, but with a bold and non-conservative twist, showing off more skin. Shakshi couldn't say no to her
love, knowing that this was another opportunity to explore the fascinating world of femininity. They decided to visit a nearby boutique that Priya was well-acquainted with and explained their
unconventional request.
The boutique staff, experienced in creating unique and alluring outfits, took on the challenge. In a matter of hours, they provided two sensational sarees with deep-neck, backless blouses, and
transparent fabric. The sarees were a striking red color, designed to make a statement.
Shakshi was thrilled to assist Priya with her makeup and hairdo skills, carefully enhancing her partner's beauty. As they both got ready in matching red sarees, Shakshi couldn't help but admire how
her ample cleavage was on full display. Her curves were indeed one of her best assets, and they were beautifully emphasized by the daring blouse.
Shakshi and Priya headed to an elegant restaurant for a night of wine and fine dining. The minute they entered the establishment, all eyes were on them. The restaurant's patrons couldn't help but be
captivated by the two women, especially when they shared a passionate kiss in the center of the room. Shakshi and Priya's love and sensuality were undeniable, and they had no qualms about displaying
their affection in public. Their journey was one of self-discovery, love, and femininity, and they reveled in every bold and empowering moment together.
#908
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 12:07)
Chapter 19: Fitness and Femininity
Shakshi and Priya had a peaceful slumber, both falling asleep with their sarees artistically disarranged, revealing their alluring blouses that were barely able to contain their ample breasts. The
sight was nothing short of artistic, a testament to their blooming femininity.
On this particular morning, Shakshi was the early riser. She carefully got out of bed, still admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her feminine allure was undeniable, even in the soft morning light.
She decided to surprise Priya with breakfast in bed, a delightful gesture that showed her appreciation for her partner. Shakshi was dressed casually, donning nothing more than a pair of tight shorts.
It was a contrast to their previous evening's extravagant attire, yet it was equally appealing.
Priya, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised by the morning treat. She enjoyed her breakfast as Shakshi watched with a smile. Today was going to be different; they had plans for some shopping.
Their destination was a sports store where they picked out gym clothes and tight yoga attire. These would become part of their daily routine to maintain their well-toned and feminine figures. They
selected supportive yet revealing sports bras, snug shorts, leggings, and hairbands for their workouts.
With their new sportswear, they started working out together. Priya guided Shakshi through various exercises with lots of giggling and light-hearted moments. Their fitness regimen included yoga to
ensure they maintained a flexible and graceful physique. After their workout, they had the chance to shower together once more, indulging in the delightful sight of each other's ample cleavage, which
was only barely concealed by their bath towels. The routine not only kept them in shape but also gave them a reason to enjoy the sensuality of each other's bodies day after day.
#909
Carina(Wednesday, 25 October 2023 12:08)
Chapter 20: Love and Kneading in the Kitchen
As the day transitioned into the evening, Shakshi and Priya decided to prepare a cozy home dinner. On the menu were roti, sabji, and a bottle of wine to end the day on a romantic note. Shakshi took
the task of kneading the dough for the roti, getting her hands involved in the culinary process, while Priya found herself equally involved.
As Shakshi carefully kneaded the dough, she couldn't help but notice Priya's playful hands working on her breasts. It was a captivating scene in the kitchen, as Shakshi gracefully kneaded the dough
with a sense of pride for her cooking skills while Priya kneaded her breasts with affection. The tender gesture was soothing, particularly for Shakshi, as it helped alleviate any lingering discomfort
from her recent surgery.
During this intimate moment, Priya couldn't help but express her own feelings. She shared her jealousy about Shakshi's ample breasts, wishing that she could enjoy the same sensation. Shakshi giggled
and lovingly reassured Priya. With one hand kneading dough and the other wrapped around Priya, she reminded her partner of her uniqueness and the love they shared.
After a delightful cooking session, they had a healthy dinner with the wine they had chosen earlier. The evening continued with their affectionate bond, and they soon found themselves in an intimate
embrace in their purple babydoll nightdresses, a special gift they had earned with their Victoria's Secret voucher.
Their room echoed with the harmonious symphony of love as they made passionate love in a girl-on-girl fashion. The sheer intensity of their connection left both of them moaning with pleasure, and the
experience was nothing short of extraordinary. As they reveled in each other's warmth, the love and intimacy shared by these two friends with beautiful breasts carried them into a peaceful night's
sleep.
10 more parts to follow.. pl share your valuable feedback sisters
#910
GRAMMAR(Saturday, 28 October 2023 20:16)
Hi Carina, good attempt..but AI stories are boring..
#911
Renga(Saturday, 28 October 2023 21:16)
Anmol pls continue
#912
Poornima(Sunday, 29 October 2023 00:38)
Exactly, we can easily makeout the AI stories. No fun there!
#913
CD girl(Sunday, 29 October 2023 05:31)
boring stories
#914
Raji Kumari(Sunday, 29 October 2023 09:27)
Stories about long hair, braids
#915
Carina(Sunday, 29 October 2023 10:34)
fine will not post other parts of stories as most of the comments were not encouraging. Hope to see more interesting stories. This site had better stories. But now a days its not upto the mark. So I
took some time to work on a better idea to make a story but it was given this boring welcome. Hence this series will not continue. Others keep writing
#916
Carina(Sunday, 29 October 2023 10:35)
Requesting admin to delete my content too so others will get space to write more
#917
Ty(Sunday, 29 October 2023 13:53)
Where to generate AI crossdressing stories for free?
#918
New stories (not AI)(Monday, 30 October 2023 13:03)
You can look at this one.. images were AI it seems.. but stories are original.
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Ai stories will not be that much interesting upto my knowledge
#919
Carina(Tuesday, 31 October 2023 05:10)
Dear Admin..pl delete the entires to let others post interesting stories.
#920
Jascd girl(Tuesday, 31 October 2023 11:35)
Rainy Day Part 1
My name is Arun, and I am a student in 12th grade. One day I visited my best friend Nisha's house for combine study. It was a rainy day, so I got completely drenched. i asked Nisha to get some cloths
to change. She gave me a towel and asked me to freshen up . After bathing, I came out from the bathroom wearing a towel. Then nish entered the room with her dad’s shirt and pants. I immediately
covered my chest with my hands. Because my chest is like girls' breasts.
Usually, I wear only loose clothes to hide my chest from others
She was shocked when she saw my body. she came close to me and touched my breasts.
She said “you have wonderful breasts. why you don’t tell to me “
Please don't tell anyone, they will tease me
Hey, don’t worry my dear. I don’t tell to anyone. you are my best friend
Thanks, give those cloths
No, I will get you some other dress. that suits you better
She opened her cupboard and took out a blue embroidery Kurti and pink
patiala pant
This is better is better for you
no, I can't wear a girl's dress
please ,please please you look so beautiful in this dress. You already don’t any have facial hair. So look so pretty in this. please wear it for me
she takes kurti and placed on my body I feel something sensational. Fabric of dress is so nice and sexy. finally I agree to wear it . I started to wear the kurti, she stops me
Before wear kurti ,you need to wear bra .
she takes one white bra and panty
hey this is no needed, I don’t want to wear bra and panty
why dear? you have breasts .so you need this . Bra gives support to your soft boobs and panty is much better than your underwear. She gives me bra and panty. Then I go to bathroom and put on the
panty. I feel very comfort. it’s really felt soft and skilly. Then I started wearing a bra, but I couldn't hook it. I wrapped the towel around my waist and come out side.
I not able to wear this, how girls wearing bra?
She help me to put bra and take off my towel. now I am only in bra and panty . I feel so shy and embarrassed. She is laughing while seeing shyness
Why are you so shy? we both are girls. you have perfect figure .give some sexy poses .
Then she takes camera and started take pics …
Give comments and suggestions for part 2
#921
ramani(Tuesday, 31 October 2023 13:54)
jascd girl please continue your story. try forced feminization things
#922
Bebo(Tuesday, 31 October 2023 17:59)
Jadcd nice story
#923
Amritha(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 02:43)
Superb start Jascd girl pls continue soon
#924
Jascd girl(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 05:02)
Thanks for your valuable comments
Rainly day Part 2.
She started recording with her mobile.
Hey..no.. what are you doing ? Please don't take any pictures .
Please, my dear, I don't want to miss these precious moments. That's why I am capturing this.
I feel so embarrassed right now that I can't even look up. My hands are covering my face in shame.
Hey come on my dear...
you're looking absolutely stunning in that bra and panty!.
Please strike a girly pose, or else I might share this video on Facebook and WhatsApp.
Every one will see you.....
Ohh please don't do that. How I can face my friends and family
Then, from now you have to do whatever I say. Otherwise you what will happen.
Ok I will do whatever you say.
That's my sweet doll.
Then I stand like lingerie model.. she take lot of pics and videos.
Arun ,you are really looking gorgeous in the pink bra and panty �.
You are the most amazing doll ever I had, Arun! Ohh, that name doesn't quite suit my sweet doll.
From now your name is Anusha.
Tell me now. My name is Anusha and I love to be girl.
With heiswith hesitate , the say same.
She is enjoying all.
Now it's time to dress up .
Please post your comments and suggestions for part 3
#925
Jascd girl(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 05:07)
Sorry for typing mistakes
#926
Sagarika(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 08:42)
Superb please continue
#927
kau(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 10:51)
Hi can anyone write an Age PROGRESSION story.
#928
Priya(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 12:53)
Superb story Jascd Girl..... My small suggestion I want anusha as my wife and as a Nishas sister and bought up like a guy but biologically a girl but having all male mentality
#929
Dolly(Wednesday, 01 November 2023 16:36)
Great story Jascd girl
#930
Jascd girl(Thursday, 02 November 2023 05:42)
Thanks for support
part 3
She give me a camisole and pink kurti top with blue embroidery designs It's look very beautiful. She helped me to put on the kurti top .it is perfectly fit on me . my bra strap was exposed .she
adjust the kurti to hide to the bra starps and she take the blue patiala pants .I put my legs on Patiala pant .She tied the laces of the pants around my waist.
I feel an incredible sensation as the fabric of the dress gently caresses my body.
Wow my dear doll ,you look so beautiful in this dress and you have a excellent body shape.
I looked in the mirror and I couldn't believe it .because my body really looked like a girl
Dress perfectly fit to my body. so it is expose my breast and shape very well. Before I hate my body ,but now I started loving my self .I am enjoying my beauty.
Suddenly the room door opened and her mother came inside.
mom burst into laughter. Mom can't stop laughing when she sees me. Nisha also started laughing.
I feel embarrassed to be standing here. dressed like a girl in front of these two women.
Arun , what happened to you ?
Why are you wearing this.?
suddenly Nisha reply
Mom, he likes to wear girl dress. He begged me a lot.
That's why I made him wear my dress. How does he look?
No mom ,please don't believe Nisha. She is lying . She only forced me to do this.
Relax Arun , I know my daughter very well. She loves to make boys dressed as girl and
humiliating them.
She would dress her father in a saree and churidar and make her a girl and make him do all the housework. he also accepted to do this for his daughter happines
I was shocked..
Mom, his is name is anusha.
sorry her name is anusha
Mom laughs. Anusha ,you are a grown up girl. So you need to take more attention on your dressing.
I didn't understand.. what she mean.
Mom: where is your dupatta.?.
Then only I realized that my breasts were clearly visible.
Nisha is laughing at me , she take the blue dupatta with pink flowers ( matching with kurti) and give to mom.
mom neatly pleated dupatta and draped the dupatta over both of my shoulders, covering my chest.
You have to take care of dupatta to cover your breast.
Nisha:Why did you drop you dupatta like this? Just put it on one side so that everyone can see her beautiful breast .
Hearing this, my mother started laughing
I was totally embarrassed and ashamed because of my girl friend and her mother talking about my breasts and shape.
Mom : anusha looks beautiful without even makeup and ornaments.
Nisha : Nisha : let's do it mom, anusha is my doll.
Sorry for mistakes
Post your comments and suggestions for part 4
( I need a help to continue)
#931
Adithi V(Thursday, 02 November 2023 14:42)
Short story(part-01)
Locked Up
Don't look at me like this now. You know well how much I have been suffering by this lock up.
Really! The lock down only made you look very thin and slim along with your other health issues. Then what do you need me to do?to let you die!
Then what else I do with my
minimum salary that was
only allowing me to pay the
EMI of our flat and our
minimum medical and
food requirements. Look
at you, how much slim has
you become. And do you
want to buy new dresses
for you when you are right
home itself!
I didn't say any such things but at present we are outside and every person going around us is having eyes on me as well as you. This was not part of a deal right.
See no one will believe you are my husband after this much transformation you achieved due to the pandemic.
That pandemic only made me slim, right?
No, that is the wrong statement that you became just slim. You lose fat in many places but you gain fat in many places as well. That's why even with very minimal padding you have achieved a better
look at your top as well as the bottom.
These things will not answer my question right!
Yeah nothing will answer your doubts. I would say aloud that I love the way you are now! How do you want me to say that I love being lesbian lover to my husband!
What!
Yeah dear, I have fallen love with you maybe more than hundred times than I loved you as my husband. The normal man who just cares for his wife without thinking anything about anything else. But now
even at home you looked so shy and naughty, wearing my dresses and makeup.
Can you please shut up? That was all a part of the game that you used to make me play.
(This is not an ai story)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/11/a-mom-who-always-wanted-girl-3.html
Give the suggestions in the comments section
#933
Sakshi(Friday, 03 November 2023 03:00)
Hello everyone this is my first story, I hope you enjoy it.
Secret Desires: Part 1
I wake up as the morning sun gently falls on my face. It's 8 in the morning, and I hear the soft tinkling of my wife's payal as he approaches our bed. I try to open my eyes and see him bringing my
morning coffee. He is elegantly dressed in a well-draped yellow saree with a red border and a red blouse, adorned with 12 bangles on each of his hands. Of course, he's wearing his mangalsutra, a
symbol of our commitment that he never takes off. He comes closer and offers me my coffee, greeting me with a warm "Good morning Ji." no longer using my name. I lean back against the bed's headrest
as I accept the coffee and smile.
Taking a sip, I gaze at my pretty husband who has been patiently standing by my bedside. I can't help but reflect on how, once a proud owner of a thriving company, he's now become such an obedient
housewife. And i used to be his secretary now I run the office.
My name is Sakshi Upadhyay, and it all began three years ago when I was 22. I had always been a confident and bright person, holding a degree in BCA. However, I was struggling to find a job. I
resided in Mumbai in a rented apartment with three other roommates. Due to my financial needs, I decided to apply for the position of a secretary in an investment firm. I received an invitation for a
personal interview, but there was something peculiar about this company - they insisted on a strict dress code requiring a formal saree for the interview. Sarees were never my style; in fact, I
considered myself somewhat of a tomboy. Nevertheless, out of necessity, I chose to drape a grey saree with the help of the internet and attend the interview.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, I was called into a cabin. It was there that I first met Sujal. He had a decent build but leaned towards the skinny side, with a soft face and a gentle smile. He
was impeccably dressed in a grey three-piece business suit. Sujal Sir kindly offered me a seat, and it was quite evident that I was struggling to move around in the saree. I despised every moment of
it, and I noticed that Sujal Sir even chuckled as he watched me struggle. I shot him an annoyed look and he chose to focus on the floor. That's when I first glimpsed his submissive nature.
Sujal Sir continued the interview, frequently glancing at my saree, which struck me as odd at the time, but in hindsight, it all starts to make sense. Despite my initial discomfort with the attire, I
managed to excel in the interview and secured the position of his secretary. The opportunity was too good to pass up, so I had no choice but to embrace wearing a saree to work, at least for the time
being.
I joined the company, still not willing to invest in my own saree, so I borrowed one from my roommates, who were more accustomed to feminine attire than I was. On my first day, as I was organizing
some files on Sujal Sir's desk, I accidentally glanced at his PC and instinctively reached out to touch the mouse. He immediately noticed and began scolding me in a very high-pitched voice, but I
couldn't help but notice that he appeared extremely nervous, almost as if he had narrowly escaped something. After giving me a stern scolding that lasted for about five minutes, he eventually let me
go. He then quickly checked his PC and shut it down, leaving me to wonder what had just occurred.
It had been about a week since I started working in the office, and everything seemed to be going well. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that I deserved something better, something more. Sujal
Sir was out for a meeting that day, and I found myself with nothing to do in the office. That's when I recalled the incident from my first day, the one with his PC. I knew it was wrong, but I
couldn't resist the temptation to take a look.
As I explored the contents of his PC, I discovered that his web browsers had sites related to crossdressing and sissification open. What was even more intriguing was a folder named 'F.' I couldn't
resist the curiosity, so I opened it and found numerous pictures of Sujal Sir with the FaceApp gender swap filter applied, transforming him into a woman. The discovery left me both surprised and
puzzled, as I tried to make sense of what I had stumbled upon.
#934
Sakshi(Friday, 03 November 2023 03:03)
Secret Desires: Part 2
I understood what was happening, and I decided to have a little fun. I sat on his chair with my feet up on the table, waiting for his return. When he entered his cabin and saw me in this
unconventional position, he instantly started to shout, demanding to know what I was doing. I turned the screen of his PC toward him and asked innocently, "What's all this about?" Then I let out a
laugh. He was sweating profusely, clearly taken aback.
I mocked him, saying, "Who in their right mind browses websites like these on their office PC?" He just looked down, unable to utter a single word. "Please, Sakshi, don't mention this to anyone
else," he pleaded, transforming into an extremely submissive person.
Enjoying the moment, I raised my voice and told him, "You'll call me Sakshi Ma'am from now on. Is that clear?" He stammered, "Yes, Ma'am, I mean Sakshi Ma'am," almost teary-eyed. It was an amusing
turn of events.
He asked, "What do you want?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, then shifted my gaze down, making him even more nervous. "Many things," I laughed, "Let's start by revoking this silly saree
rule. You introduced it to ogle at sarees, right? Since you can't wear them yourself." I wondered why he didn't take more drastic action, like firing me, but it seemed he couldn't.
"Done, whatever you say, ma'am," he agreed. I then informed him that I was heading home for the day and casually mentioned that I had sent myself all those FaceApp pictures and taken photos of those
websites. With that, I left, leaving him in a state of nervous confusion.
Throughout that day, I couldn't help but think of ways to have more fun with the situation. The next day, I decided to switch up my attire. I arrived at the office wearing a white shirt with grey
trousers, quite different from the traditional saree. I intentionally arrived late, and when I entered the cabin, Sujal stood up, nervously addressing me, "Good morning, Ma'am." And asked me if I had
mentioned anything to anyone.
I decided to tease him a bit more. I responded, "No, I haven't told anyone anything, and I won't, as long as you continue to do what I say and be a good girl." My playful demeanor was making the
situation even more interesting, and I could see the apprehension in Sujal's eyes as he tried to comply with my requests.
I tossed a bag toward him and instructed him to open it. Inside, he found a pink saree with a frilly border and a baby pink blouse, which actually belonged to my roommate, who was on the larger side
for a girl. Sujal trembled as he examined the contents of the bag. "What is this?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
I responded with a cold tone, "Come on, as if you don't know what it is. Put it on." He didn't resist and kept his gaze fixed on the ground. He stammered, "How can I do it here?" As if he might
consider it somewhere else. I teased, "Yes, here. No one can notice you in this place." The idea of making him put on the saree in the office was both amusing and intriguing, and he seemed to
reluctantly accept the challenge.
Sujal began the process of putting on the saree, taking off his clothes and donning the petticoat and blouse. Surprisingly, he draped the saree with the finesse of a perfectionist, which made me
recall how I had needed internet assistance when I first tried it. Watching him do it so effortlessly and skillfully was entertaining and intriguing, adding to the fun of the situation.
Once he had finished putting on the saree, I couldn't help but be quite impressed with how good he looked in it. The saree was undeniably feminine, even for a woman, so seeing a man wear it was both
comical and, I suspected, a bit humiliating for him. However, there was a strange sense that he might be enjoying it as well.
Given that his office cabin was closed, ensuring his professional image remained untarnished, I made sure that no one could see what was happening inside. I then decided to play along and told him,
"Now, you'll be my secretary for the day." To my surprise, he appeared thrilled and excited about the prospect, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity.
(Please tell me if i should continue this story and also give me suggestions of what you might want to happen ahead.)
#935
Ramya(Friday, 03 November 2023 05:15)
sakshi please continue your story.superb. Add more humiliation parts.
#936
JJ(Friday, 03 November 2023 07:16)
Sakshi please complete your story it really break heart when people left incomplete story here please don't left it in between
#937
vrt(Friday, 03 November 2023 10:32)
Please include marriage and frist night also completed story with out delay
#938
Adithi V(Friday, 03 November 2023 11:27)
Locked up(Second part)
Yeah that is true, but now I love to be having you with me in these pretty dresses and you know one thing, with your voice modulation skillset, you are already shortlisted for the radio jockey's
position and that salary will help us get back to our normal life easily.
So this is our normal life now? How will we face society! As two women!.
I didn't say so. But I am well aware that you too love this get up and mannerism. After this transformation, you never got any panic attacks or any other health issues. Moreover, you look so young.
And pretty as well.
But these are the power of your makeup skills. Maybe because of proper exercise and yoga, I gained this better life. So we can stop this crossdressing right dear?
No, I am looking forward to more. I want you to be a more natural, urban and beautiful wife who has been living with me for the last 2 years.
So you forgot we have been married for 7 years now!
Who said I forgot? This is the second marriage that we are going to do and we will be practice and lesbian partners for each other and you know most of the time you will be required to be in
traditional dresses while going to that radio office.
Are you serious! If we go further, we may not be able to turn back.
My love, do I look like talking any of this for fun right now? I love you my sweetheart.
I love you too, my better half. But at least promise that you will find dresses which are not this much revealing for my office time.
My sweetie I know you don't like revealing type dresses, but I cannot be restricted at home for sure. Let's go and have some fun.. it's Pooja time… And we are ready properly…
(This is not an ai story)
Suggestion to Sakshi(Saturday, 04 November 2023 08:31)
Hey sakshi,
Going great, please continue and try to write the details of dressing of Sakshi getting dressed as tomboy Boss of the office and forcing Sujal to dress and act submissive as wife. Try to develop a
relationship between them, going on outings before wedding.
#940
Sakshi(Sunday, 05 November 2023 06:12)
Secret Desires: Part 3
I sat down in the chair and began going through the files on the desk. To be honest, I didn't really understand much of what was in them, but I wanted to make it clear that I was the one in charge
now.
After that, I asked Sujal to use the office intercom and let everyone know they could go home for the day. They all seemed pleased to hear that and left, leaving just Sujal and me in the office. He
was standing there in his pretty pink saree, looking at me.
I instructed him to bring me a glass of water, and he hurried to the water dispenser to get it. However, as he was on his way to hand me the glass, a few drops accidentally spilled onto the files.
This was the opening I had been seeking. I didn't hesitate; I tossed the water from the glass onto his face and rebuked him sternly and unforgivingly.I scolded him with a firm and harsh tone, my
words cutting through the air like a whip. I didn't hold back, making it clear that I was displeased with his actions. My voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument. Sujal could feel the
weight of my authority as I reprimanded him.
Sujal stood there silently, his head hung low in submission. I relished every moment of his obedience; he looked quite adorable. "Is this how you intend to be a good secretary?" I inquired.
"No, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am. This won't happen again," he replied, his voice filled with regret and a promise to do better.
After that incident, I continued to assign him some trivial tasks like making me coffee. I must admit, I was surprised by how well he managed it. Out of curiosity, I asked him how he became so
proficient at these tasks, and he revealed that he lived alone in his apartment and had to handle everything by himself. I was genuinely impressed.
As time passed, I grew a bit bored with the office, so I decided to take things to the next level. I asked him to take me to his home, thinking that it could provide the opportunity for more exciting
adventures.
Sujal was more than eager to comply, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that he had a masochistic side, something I was beginning to relish discovering about him. He asked if he could change
before we left, but I smirked and firmly replied, "No need. Besides, you have a car, and no one can see you inside it." He had no choice but to agree, making sure he remained as inconspicuous as
possible. It was quite amusing to see him like this.
I mentioned that I would drive, emphasizing once again who was in control. I walked to the car, opened the passenger seat door for him, and he got in. I then took the driver's seat, and he guided me
to his apartment. Luckily, it was an off-time, so there was no traffic. We arrived at his apartment building, and the watchmen recognized Sujal's car and opened the gates for us.
Now in the podium parking, Sujal was still wearing his pink saree, and we had to ensure no one saw him. I suggested he use a ghoonghat, which he did, and we stepped into the elevator. Fortunately, no
one else entered the elevator with us, and we reached his floor without any incidents.
As we entered his apartment, Sujal appeared relieved that everything had gone smoothly. He walked into the house, but I remained standing at the doorway. I pointed at my shoes, ordering him to remove
them.
#941
Sakshi(Sunday, 05 November 2023 06:45)
Secret Desires: Part 4
As we entered his apartment, Sujal appeared relieved that everything had gone smoothly. He walked into the house, but I remained standing at the doorway. I pointed at my shoes, ordering him to remove
them.
He understood his task and approached me. Bending down, he gently removed my shoes. However, as he stood back up, something peculiar happened. He intentionally let his pallu, the loose end of his
saree, fall down. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. Quickly, he adjusted it back to its rightful position, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
Sujal's apartment was luxurious, and I quickly made myself comfortable. I turned on the TV and instructed Sujal to bring me a drink as I intended to watch the cricket match scheduled for that day. It
was India versus the West Indies, and India needed to chase down a target of 194 runs. The Indian women's team had just started their innings with Jemimah Rodrigues and Smriti Mandhana as the
openers.
Sujal returned with a freshly prepared lemonade and noticed that I was engrossed in the match. He inquired if I liked sports, to which I responded affirmatively. He then admitted that he wasn't a fan
of sports, not understanding the basics of cricket or having much interest in it.
I seized this opportunity and decided to have a little fun. I ordered him to become the cheerleader for the match, which left him looking puzzled. I explained that whenever the batter hit a boundary,
he had to dance. I could see the embarrassment in his eyes, but he followed my command, albeit hesitantly.
Both of India's openers were performing exceptionally well, hitting boundaries frequently. It was quite humiliating for Sujal, now Sujata, to dance like a cheerleader in a saree, especially for a
women's cricket match. I made sure to instruct him to perform very feminine moves, even though he was a less than stellar dancer, which only added to my amusement.
While watching the match, I told him that the name Sujal didn't suit him; he wasn't man enough for it. From now on, he would be Sujata. He lowered his head and complied, and in retrospect, he seemed
to derive some enjoyment from it.
Eventually, Smriti Mandhana reached her half-century, and I ordered Sujata to kiss her image on the screen. He hesitated but eventually obeyed. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. A
few minutes later, Jemimah Rodrigues also reached her 50, and Sujata knew what was expected. Once again, he kissed the screen.
The Indian team ultimately won the match with six wickets remaining, and it was interesting to see Sujal, now Sujata, starting to take a genuine interest in the game. (This routine of ours became a
fixture for every India game, adding an element of fun and humiliation to our interactions.)
#942
Ramya(Sunday, 05 November 2023 08:09)
Sakshi please add me to humalite sujitha
#943
Adithi V(Sunday, 05 November 2023 12:02)
Remarriage!
Looking at the photo they took last week, he smiled and looke at his wife.
"Wow, those festival days have been wonderful. Especially the three days where we went outside for the trip. No one identified us. Your plan was wonderful, my sweet lady.
Mm,. For me you looked more prettier than I was. And look at you in this pic. You were so feminine. That green dress matched you very well..
It's been 7 years of married life… I have never felt alive since then..
Ok the let's get married again then..
What!
Ya. I am serious, Just obey what I say ok?
Mm.. ok..
After 10 days……
Baby, don't you think this is a bit too much!
Why? We are getting married without any known persons around… our money, our life, who cares! You're happy right?
I am so happy that you are keeping me equal in our marriage life. And you proved it again.
But look at us. It's so strange, right?
This will get strange if there are two grooms for us. We are getting married. Just the dress is the same, ya different colors though. Last time you were in green, now it's me.…
So simple! It's not just the dress, I am all dolled up like a bride dear..
Naughty, we are the bride's for each other… So, stop playing around.. let's complete the wows.. Ok?
Mm.. ok my love…
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/11/a-mom-who-always-wanted-girl-4.html
Pls give suggestions in the comments
#945
Hema(Monday, 06 November 2023 04:12)
Jascd girl , pls continue your story .
Waiting for part 4
#946
Anonymous(Monday, 06 November 2023 11:09)
Create new blog for tamil
#947
साक्षी फॅन(Tuesday, 07 November 2023 12:24)
Please sakshi didi story bahut achhi hai hm itjar kr rhe hai story ki
#948
X(Tuesday, 07 November 2023 12:54)
Tamil se Neya blog bhanavo
#949
Anandhi(Thursday, 09 November 2023 07:17)
https://anandhiurl.blogspot.com/
Dear tamil readers pls visit my blog new parts of the stories updated
#950
KK(Thursday, 09 November 2023 19:25)
Please write in English also we didn't get any new stories now a days
#951
Sakshi(Thursday, 09 November 2023 20:51)
Hey sakshi,
Please continue, waiting for the new parts..
#952
Sakshi(Friday, 10 November 2023 11:31)
Secret Desires: Part 5
After the cricket match, I looked at Sujal, wondering what to do next. I decided to order food because we were both hungry, and I didn't want him to cook. I chose what I wanted without asking him.
The food would arrive in 45 minutes, and I purposely chose to pay cash on delivery. I told Sujal to set the table. He did it quickly while humming a song. He seemed to enjoy it. When he finished, he
came to me, asking what to do next.
Sitting down, I allowed Sujal to take a break until our food arrived. As he settled, he hesitated before asking if he could share something. Sujal revealed that he never had much interest in typical
boyish activities. Early on, he learned that publicly embracing more feminine interests would subject him to mockery, so he diligently maintained a tough facade. As someone who'd faced criticism for
being a tomboy, I empathized with his struggle. In a somewhat passive manner, he thanked me for the day.
While I was still processing this unexpected gratitude, my phone rang. It was the delivery guy claiming to be downstairs. Allowing him access to the building, I informed Sujal that he would be
receiving the parcel. Reluctant and on the verge of rejecting the idea, he complied after I shot him a convincing look.
Giving him specific instructions, I emphasized that he had to pay for the food, receive the parcel, and express gratitude to the delivery guy. Taking a deep breath as the doorbell rang, Sujal covered
his face with the saree pallu. With a mix of curiosity and confusion, the delivery boy tried to catch a glimpse of his face while Sujal attempted to dodge his gaze. Once he had the parcel and paid
the bewildered delivery guy, it was time for the challenging part. Sujal modulated his voice to be as high-pitched as possible, said a rather squeaky "thank you," quickly shut the door, and rushed
back inside. Witnessing this entire sequence, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
I instructed Sujal to plate the food, and he began preparing two plates at the table. However, seizing the moment, I yelled, "What the hell are you doing? You'll eat when I'm done, not alongside me."
This caught Sujal off guard, as he had just been granted a break, thinking I might be softening up. Adjusting to my command, he only prepared one plate and stood by me as I dined.
Throughout my meal, he served me whenever I needed anything. Once I finished, I granted him permission to eat. As he started preparing a plate for himself, I interrupted, stating that he would eat
from the same plate I had used. This left him surprised, but he complied. Adding another layer to his humiliation, I directed him to sit on the floor instead of the dining table.
Feeling that it was getting late, I contemplated leaving, but Sujal requested me to stay over. Initially hesitant, the idea grew intriguing, and I decided to go along with it. As Sujal finished
eating and began doing the dishes, I sat on the couch, watching TV. He came in front of me, still in his pink saree, kneeled down, and said, "Sakshi Ma'am, please be my dom."
(Guys I've made some character designs for Sujal and Sakshi using AI. You can check them out here https://www.deviantart.com/sakshiiz tell me if I should do more of them)
#953
Priya(Friday, 10 November 2023 12:26)
Sakshi please include me in U r story as Tomboy and as U r elder sister
#954
susmitha nair(Friday, 10 November 2023 21:40)
i am a crossdresser (mtf). i like to be the girlfriend of a tomboy who loves to dress and act as a man always. i want to dress and act as the woman in the relationship.
#955
Not able to find any stories on this link(Saturday, 11 November 2023 10:06)
funstories20.blogspot.com
#956
Anju nair(Saturday, 11 November 2023 13:02)
Susmitha nair. I am also having same feel..
Looking strong tomboy girl..
#957
Aditi fan(Saturday, 11 November 2023 20:18)
Where are you aditi ,what happened to you ,please write ur IG story please, we are the story
#958
Chandana(Sunday, 12 November 2023 04:58)
Hello everyone! Happy Diwali
Let's write on Diwali theme.
Anyone has a story you can share or give me a plot or idea will write on same theme. Thanks
#959
Priya(Sunday, 12 November 2023 06:37)
Write a cute short story of a family where mom and daughters are dominent and husband and son in laws are wearing female dress and doing pooja
#960
Thank you Priya(Sunday, 12 November 2023 11:10)
That's a really nice concept. Thank you
Anyone wants to add any more ideas. Please go ahead and do it.
Will start very soon
Thanks Priya again
#961
Poornima(Sunday, 12 November 2023 13:41)
Not a Diwali theme but would love to read a story where elder sister makes her brother join a ladies hostel for the toilet cleaner job and he gets humiliated there as per her elder sister's
directions.
#962
Shalini(Sunday, 12 November 2023 13:45)
Not that poornima a decent CD story will be fine.
#963
Crossdresser.(Monday, 13 November 2023 03:59)
Poornima , can you give me ur email.id.
I will send stories like that. ( Forced humiliation cd stories)
#964
Jj(Monday, 13 November 2023 06:45)
Please share links here
#965
Poornima fan(Monday, 13 November 2023 14:27)
Please share the stories to astropry107@gmail.com
#966
Chandana(Monday, 13 November 2023 18:19)
The first part will be posted by end of the day. Any more suggestions are welcome. Thanks
#967
Chandana(Tuesday, 14 November 2023 04:35)
Pls add some humiliation...
#968
மல்லிகா(Tuesday, 14 November 2023 10:35)
https://malligacd.blogspot.com/?m=1
My new page support and comments please friends
#969
vrt(Tuesday, 14 November 2023 11:46)
If possible please write in English or telugu
#970
Adithi V(Tuesday, 14 November 2023 23:24)
Dear Admin,
This page is going to be full soon...
Can you remove unnecessary messages?
#971
New one!(Tuesday, 14 November 2023 23:27)
“Hey Sara, I didn’t know we could bring outsiders for the party. I could have brought my sister along.”
” No. No one is here who is other than our staff”
” Then! New recruits without my knowledge seem strange. We are around 60 including all staff. Then how come I don’t know that lady over there?”
” Ha ha, don’t worry. You will be introduced. Come let’s have something to eat.”
Even though Sara deviated from the topic, Lena looked disappointed after seeing an unknown person at the company party. Being the senior HR, she knows everyone who is employed in small branches
around the country.
They had snacks since it’s only evening. The dance and activities started in the afternoon itself.
While they returned, she couldn’t find that face which irritated her.
” Hi, how are you Lena?”
Lena turned towards the voice and got surprised seeing the young woman who stood behind her.
” Hi…Hey, do we know each other! “ Lena’s voice was in a bit tensed way.
Sara stood up and excused herself and walked to another small group.
Lena looked at the beauty who stood in traditional wear.
” May I sit here? ” The soft voice mesmerized Lena’s ears.
” Ya sure. Sorry, still I couldn’t recall your face.”
” Ya, seriously! Don’t you remember me? We have known each other for more than 7 years from now”
” Really!”
” Ya, you are just going to be 31 by next month on the 11th. So no clue about me!”
Lena came to a dilemma. Because only her close friends know the real birth date .
” I’m really sorry”
” So you failed in the bet and I won.”
” What? Steve! Is it you really! Oh my..”
Lena was surprised to hear the voice of Steve coming from the pretty lady’s lips
” Forgot our bet last year we made? I kept it. So the promise has to be kept. Right?”
” Oh my God! You took that so seriously? Look at you ! So pretty. And even in character and voice! I am flattered. I am defeated. Tell your conditions, I am ready to obey.”
” Agreed to our terms?”
” Ya but I forgot almost all”
” Don’t worry, I have the video recording , ha ha.”
” So tell, what should I do?”
” You agreed to obey 5 things I says and accepted to quit smoking. “
” I had left that very next day dear. So order your terms. I am ready “
” We will discuss the terms later. Now come and dance with me if you are ok with me”
” Shut up Steve. Come, we will rock. Hope no one will think I am a lesbian. ”
” Don’t worry, our company has no issues with lesbians.. ha ha”
Steve held Lena’s hands and moved towards the dancing floor. They started a slow dance holding each other close.
“So you don’t bother about that label?”
“Which one? Oh, ‘lesbians’! Why should I? I am with the one who I love the most in the world. I wish to give her equal value in life. So becoming her lesbian couple doesn’t matter to me”
Steve smiled nicely while dancing in the flow.
Lena got surprised as well as shy hearing such words from Steve.
“Is it the way to propose to someone you idiot!”
” It’s my way….”
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com
#972
Neha(Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:41)
1
#973
Ndjsjsj(Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:43)
Nshahgaga
#974
Rohit(Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:44)
Fokat comments mat karo
#975
Rohit(Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:45)
Please don't send unnecessary msgs
#976
Hi(Thursday, 16 November 2023 08:42)
Addsfghhjjjjvcccc
Bhjj
Ghhj
Hhjj
Hhjhh
Huuij
Hhjj
#977
To Admin(Thursday, 16 November 2023 08:46)
Please create new comment section for Tamil comments
#978
Shriya(Friday, 17 November 2023 11:57)
Sneha please try more stories we are missing your creations
#979
Sakshi ano(Saturday, 18 November 2023 03:00)
Hey Sakshi, please continue your story. Waiting for the new parts.
#980
Sakshi Ano(Saturday, 18 November 2023 03:01)
Hey sakshi,
Please write dressing descriptions in detail and add more conversations between them.
#981
Rgg(Saturday, 18 November 2023 10:27)
Fdc:hjjkk
#982
Alterations(Sunday, 19 November 2023 14:05)
Found a new story here:
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Caption in
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories
#983
Anandhi(Monday, 20 November 2023 04:14)
Hi tamil readers with my maid story new parts updated check it out
https://anandhiurl.blogspot.com/
#984
Hp(Monday, 20 November 2023 08:58)
P
#985
Ck(Monday, 20 November 2023 10:43)
Anandhi please write in English Google translate make this story meaningless
We didn't understand what is in that story
#986
Sneha(Monday, 20 November 2023 10:43)
Create new tamil comments, waiting!!
#987
Priya(Monday, 20 November 2023 12:42)
Cant see any message after 1000 in Tamil comments
#988
Sneha(Monday, 20 November 2023 23:33)
As the sun rose above the horizon, casting its warm, golden light into the bedroom, Sissy , née Ravi, began his daily routine. Today was a special day; he had been instructed to dress up in a new
sari, wear marital jewelry, and apply makeup that accentuated his feminine features. His wife, Priya, had taken great care in selecting each item, ensuring that he would look absolutely stunning for
her.
The sari draped around his body was a vibrant shade of red, adorned with intricate gold thread work that shimmered in the morning light. It hugged his curves in all the right places, accentuating his
slim waist and perky behind. A pair of gold bangles encircled his delicate wrists, their tinkling sounds filling the air as he moved. Anklets of the same metal adorned his feet, the tiny bells
announcing his every step. A sindoor mark on his forehead, just between his eyebrows, symbolized his marital status, while a mangalsutra necklace, also made of gold, hung around his neck.
The makeup he had applied was flawless, enhancing his natural beauty. A deep red lipstick adorned his lips, making them look plump and inviting. Kohl-lined eyes accentuated his long lashes, making
them appear even more seductive. A light powder foundation smoothed out his skin tone, and a rosy blush on his cheeks gave him a healthy glow. He looked nothing short of breathtaking.
As Sissy prepared breakfast in the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only was he taking care of his wife and their home, but he was also excelling in his
corporate career. It was a delicious meal that he had prepared, and he waited patiently for Priya to wake up so that he could serve her. He was determined to make her feel like the queen that she
was, both in the bedroom and in their household.
The electric chastity belt, locked firmly around his groin, reminded him of his place in their relationship. It was a constant reminder that he was only there to serve his wife and satisfy her needs.
The denial of sexual release only added to his sense of duty and obedience. He knew that if he ever disobeyed or misbehaved, he would be punished severely.
As Priya emerged from the bedroom, still half asleep, Sissy rushed to attend to her every need. He helped her into her seat at the dining table, carefully arranging her silk robe around her
shoulders. The aroma of his homemade breakfast filled the air, making her stomach rumble. With a contented sigh, she reached for her chai tea and took a sip, closing her eyes in appreciation.
Sissy beamed with pride as he watched her enjoy the meal he had prepared. He cleared away the empty dishes and refilled her cup, making sure she never had to lift a finger. Throughout the day, he
would tend to the house, cleaning and organizing, making sure that everything was perfect for her return. He would also take care of their children, dressing them and helping them with their
homework, all while wearing his beautiful sari and marital jewelry.
The hardest part of the day was when he had to leave for his corporate job. He hated leaving Priya alone, even for a moment. But he knew that it was his duty to provide for their family and to make
sure that they had everything they needed. He would work tirelessly throughout the day, juggling his demanding job and his responsibilities at home, always returning to find his beloved wife waiting
for him with open arms.
Their relationship was not without its challenges. There were times when Priya would grow frustrated with Sissy 's inability to satisfy her in the bedroom. He was only allowed to pleasure himself
through masturbation, and any attempts to engage in intercourse were strictly forbidden. Despite this, Sissy remained devoted to his wife and their unconventional lifestyle.
He found ways to make up for it in other ways, using his mouth, fingers, and toys to bring her pleasure. He would dress in provocative lingerie, teasing her with the promise of what she couldn't
have. He would massage her body, paying special attention to her most intimate areas. He would even sometimes perform oral sex on her, even though it brought him no physical release. His dedication
to her pleasure was unwavering, and Priya knew that she could trust him to take care of her needs, even when they conflicted with his own desires.
Sissy also took great care in ensuring that their home was always immaculate. He would clean the house from top to bottom every day, making sure that everything was spotless before Priya returned
from work. He would cook elaborate meals, carefully selecting ingredients that he knew she would enjoy. He would even go out of his way to buy her gifts, jewelry, and clothes, always making sure that
she looked her best.
#989
Sneha(Monday, 20 November 2023 23:41)
There were moments when Sissy would catch himself fantasizing about being released from chastity, about being allowed to have sex with his wife and experience the pleasure he craved. But he knew
better than to ask for such a thing. He had learned long ago that asking for release would only lead to punishment, and he had no desire to suffer the consequences.
Instead, he focused on taking care of Priya and their family, and on trying to make her happy in any way he could. He knew that his role as her sissy husband was not an easy one, but he also knew
that it was what she wanted and needed. And so he would continue to serve her faithfully, wearing his jewelry and sari with pride, and dedicating himself to making their unconventional relationship
work.
Now, as they approached their anniversary, Sissy found himself even more excited about dressing up as a bride for his wife. He spent hours meticulously picking out the perfect sari, jewelry, and
makeup. He wanted to make sure that he looked absolutely stunning for her.
He spent hours meticulously selecting a sari that would make her heart skip a beat. The deep red color was a testament to their love, while the intricate gold thread work woven into the fabric
symbolized the wealth of their lives together. He chose a style that accentuated his feminine curves, hugging his body in all the right places, making him feel confident and sexy. As he slipped it
over his head, he couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over him.
Next came the marital jewelry. He carefully placed a gold chain around his neck and a mangalsutra, draping it with a delicate pendant that had once belonged to Priya's grandmother. A dozen gold
bangles adorned his wrists, their tinkling sounds filling the air as he moved. A matching set of gold earrings dangled from his ears, catching the light whenever he turned his head. Lastly, he
slipped on a gold toe ring, a symbol of his devotion and commitment to their marriage.
He spent hours applying makeup, carefully following Priya's instructions to a tee. He wanted to look just like her on their wedding day, down to the last detail. He used a foundation that matched his
skin tone perfectly, concealing any blemishes or imperfections. He applied a deep red lipstick, making his lips plump and inviting. A smoky eye enhanced his almond-shaped eyes, making them appear
even more seductive. And a dusting of rose-scented powder gave him a natural-looking glow.
Finally, he put on a pair of red high heels, a gift from Priya for their anniversary. They made him taller and more confident, and as he strutted around the house in them, he felt like a goddess. He
knew that Priya would be impressed, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw him.
"You look stunning," she breathed, walking towards him. She ran her hands over the fabric, feeling the softness of the silk against her fingertips. She couldn't help but notice the way the gold
thread work caught the light, reflecting off his skin. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leading him to the dining room.
As they sat down to dinner, Sissy couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He watched as Priya savored each bite of her food, her eyes never leaving his face. She praised him for
the meal, complimenting him on the flavors and textures. They shared stories from their past, laughing at old memories and reminiscing about their wedding day.
As the night progressed, they retired to their bedroom. Priya helped him undress, carefully removing the sari and marital jewelry. The weight of the gold around his neck felt strange without it, but
he didn't complain. He climbed into bed, waiting for his wife to join him.
Priya slipped under the covers, her warm skin pressing against his. She ran her hands through his hair, tracing delicate patterns on his scalp. It was a tender moment, and Sissy felt a wave of
contentment wash over him. He knew that he was loved, even though he was only allowed to love her from afar.
As the night deepened, Priya shifted closer to him, her body pressing against his. She nuzzled her face into his neck, inhaling deeply. Sissy felt a tingle of arousal course through him, despite the
denial he faced. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be intimate with her, to make love to her like a man. But he knew that was not their life, and he was determined to make the best
of it.
End
#990
Sneha(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 13:03)
Tamil blog to be created take care
#991
New ones(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 13:20)
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Caption in
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories
#992
Sneha(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:38)
Loving relationship:
Avinash stepped out of his luxurious bedroom, adorned in a rich, red bridal saree that draped around his body like a second skin. The soft, silk fabric caressed his skin, accentuating every curve and
fold. The border of the saree was intricately embroidered with gold thread, adding a regal touch to his ensemble. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of jasmine and roses that lingered in the
air.
His body was adorned with an abundance of gold jewelry. He wore traditional bangles up to his elbows, each one merging into the next in a mesmerizing display of opulence. Anklets jingled with every
step he took, their tinkling sound filling the empty house. A gold chain encircled his waist, accentuating his hourglass figure, and a heavy gold necklace hung around his neck, nestled between his
plump, firm breasts. Dangling from his ears were multiple earrings, their glimmering gold catching the light as he moved. A nose ring, or nath, sat elegantly above his high, sculpted nose. And
lastly, his hair was tied back in a sleek bun, secured with a golden hairpin.
His makeup was flawless, accentuating his feminine features. A generous helping of blush colored his cheeks, while kohl-lined eyes emphasized his long, thick lashes. A bright red lipstick adorned his
lips, making them appear even fuller. The high heels he wore added several inches to his height, making him tower over most men, but he moved with the grace and poise of a seasoned dancer.
Avinash took one last look around the house, making sure everything was in order before leaving. He had already made breakfast for his mistress and tidied up the kitchen. Now it was time for him to
go to his own office, where he held a prestigious corporate position. As he stepped out of the house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He was not only taking care of his
own household chores, but he was also excelling in his career. It was a balancing act that few could master, but Avinash did it with grace and style.
At the office, Avinash sat at his desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he attended to his numerous responsibilities. He was efficient and productive, making sure that all of his tasks were
completed to perfection. His colleagues marveled at his ability to juggle both his personal and professional lives with such ease. Little did they know that Avinash's secret weapon was his loving,
dominating wife, who had transformed him into the perfect househusband and sissy maid.
As the day progressed, Avinash received several texts from his wife, reminding him to complete various household chores. He obeyed without hesitation, taking a quick break from his work to attend to
her commands. He knew that disobeying her would result in punishment, and he was determined not to give her a reason to discipline him. As the sun began to set, he returned home, eager to please his
mistress and make sure that their home was in order once again.
Avinash arrived at their lavish estate, his heart racing with anticipation. He quickly changed into a fresh, new sari, the soft fabric caressing his skin as he slipped it on. The vibrant colors of
the sari brought out the richness of his complexion, making him appear even more alluring. His jewelry glittered in the fading light, a testament to his feminine beauty. He busied himself preparing
dinner, carefully following his wife's recipe and ensuring that every dish was cooked to perfection.
#993
Sneha(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:39)
The aroma of their favorite dishes filled the air as Avinash set the table, arranging the chinaware and crystal glasses with meticulous care. He knew that his wife would expect nothing less than
perfection from him. As they sat down to dinner, she praised his efforts and complimented him on his cooking. Avinash beamed with pride, taking her compliments as the reward they truly were. After
dinner, he cleaned the kitchen and dining area with military precision, making sure that not a single crumb or speck of dust was left behind.
Finally, with their home restored to its immaculate state, Avinash waited patiently for his wife's instructions on how he should spend the rest of the evening. He knew that she might have plans for
him, and he was eager to please her in any way he could. As he sat in the living room on the floor near his wife, his posture impeccable.
Avinash picks up his wife's feet, and puts them on his lap. He starts pressing her soft legs with impeccable precision and pressure to make her feel relaxed.
As he massages her feet, his own jewelry makes a tinkling noise, drawing attention to the delicate details of his feminine appearance. It's a reminder of his role in their relationship, one that he
takes great pride in fulfilling. His wife looks at him lovingly, her eyes conveying a mixture of affection and ownership. She smiles, appreciating the care and attention he's giving her, and also the
submission and obedience that she has instilled in him.
The television drones on in the background, but Avinash isn't really paying attention to it. His focus is entirely on his wife, making sure that she feels comfortable and pampered. He knows that this
small act of servitude is what keeps their relationship balanced and fulfilling for both of them. It's not just about physical touch; it's about emotional connection and power dynamics.
His wife leans back, letting out a contented sigh as he continues to work on her feet. She reaches down and playfully ruffles his hair, a gesture of affection that makes Avinash feel warm and fuzzy
inside. He knows that he has pleased her tonight.
As Avinash draws a bath for her, he carefully selects scented oils and salts to enhance her experience. He lights candles around the room, creating a soothing and romantic ambiance. The soft glow of
the flickering flames casts a warm light on their skin, making them both feel relaxed and pampered.
When the bath is finally ready, he helps his wife undress, carefully folding her clothes and placing them on a nearby chair. He then assists her into the tub, making sure she is comfortable before
stepping back to admire his handiwork. The scented water laps gently against her skin, and she lets out a contented moan of pleasure.
Avinash watches her for a moment, taking in the sight of her naked form bathed in candlelight. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and love for her. He knows that this is their special
time, and he wants to make it as memorable as possible. He retrieves a small velvet box from a nearby drawer and presents it to her, opening it to reveal a dazzling diamond necklace.
His wife's eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Oh, Avinash! It's beautiful!" she exclaims. Tears of happiness well up in her eyes as he carefully places the necklace around her neck. She leans
forward and presses a soft kiss to his forehead, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. "Thank you, my love. I will treasure this always."
As she soaks in the bath, Avinash sits on the floor nearby, watching her intently. He runs a finger along the edge of his nose ring, feeling its cool weight against his skin. He touches the delicate
gold chain that holds his wife's name around his neck, feeling the warmth of it against his chest. His ears are adorned with dangling earrings, swaying gently as he moves. He picks up a brush and
begins to style her hair, working diligently to create a cascade of curls that tumble down her back.
When she's finally clean and refreshed, he helps her out of the tub and dries her off with a plush towel. He dresses her in a silk robe that ties loosely around her waist, accentuating her feminine
curves. His wife doesn't like to wear jewelry, but she wears the new diamond necklace.
#994
Sneha(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:42)
As his breathing begins to steady, he becomes aware of a new sensation. His cock, trapped in the confines of the chastity belt, feels... different. Harder. More sensitive. He squirms beneath her,
unable to contain the growing need in his groin. He glances up at her, wanting to say something, but finds himself unable to form the words.
He finally just asks to be let out of his chastity belt. He knows he can get punished for it, but the timing cannot be better, she has just had a massive orgasm.
She sighs and says, I have told you so many times, the reason you have been in this specific belt is because its self cleaning, and I do not have to ever remove it. If I wanted to let you out, you
would be in a basic chastity. This is your life, accept it, and forget about your own pleasure, you are here for me and me only. I am letting you go this time without punishment because you have been
a very good sissy, but do not take my happiness to think you are equal to me.
Her words sting, but Avinash knows better than to argue. He nods submissively, promising to remember his place. Next morning as he dresses for work, he can't help but feel the weight of the chastity
belt against his stomach. It's a constant reminder of his role in this marriage, and of her dominance over him.
He slips on a pair of lacy, black panties, their delicate fabric contrasting sharply with his masculine features. They hug his hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Over this, he dons a
skintight, black bodysuit that accentuates his curves and flat chest. The bodysuit is adorned with intricate gold embroidery that gleams in the morning light.
Avinash takes a deep breath as he steps into his platform heels, steadying himself against the vanity. The heels add several inches to his height, making him tower over most men. They click against
the marble floor as he makes his way to the living room. He pauses in front of a full-length mirror, taking in the image staring back at him.
His long, black hair cascades down his back, perfectly straight and shiny. He's spent hours teasing and curling it into elaborate spirals and tendrils, and now it's held in place by a delicate gold
clip. His face is expertly made up, with foundation, concealer, and powder blended seamlessly to give him the appearance of flawless, porcelain skin. His eyes are accentuated with thick, black kohl,
and his lips are painted a bright, cherry red.
The real focus, however, is on his jewelry. Avinash wears several delicate gold chains around his neck, each adorned with precious stones and charms. Dangling from one ear is a single gold hoop,
while from the other hangs a glittering diamond teardrop. Gold bangles jangle on his wrists as he moves, and a heavy gold bracelet encircles his slender bicep.
Finally, he drapes a rich, emerald green saree around his waist. The heavy silk fabric is woven with gold thread, giving it a lustrous sheen. He tucks one end of the saree into his bodysuit and
secures it at his hip with a gold brooch. The other end is knotted at his shoulder, revealing a glimpse of his midriff. He adjusts the folds of the saree so that it cascades down his body in perfect,
artful folds, revealing just the right amount of skin. The final touch is a gold safety pin, which he uses to attach the excess length of the saree to the bodice of his bodysuit.
Avinash takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He glances around the room, making sure that everything is in its place. His wife, still sleeping peacefully in their bed, has no idea
of the inner turmoil he feels. She has no idea of the longing he has for her touch, for the freedom he once knew. But she has made it clear that this is their life now, and he must accept it.
With one final look in the mirror, Avinash leaves the bedroom, walking with the confidence of a man who knows he is beautiful. He descends the grand staircase, his heels clicking against the marble
floor. The servants bow their heads as he passes, their eyes trailing after him. He feels a pang of guilt as he realizes that they see him as a woman, when in his heart, he knows he is still a man.
#995
Sneha(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:43)
But it is not their place to question their mistress's commands. It is not their place to see the pain that hides behind the makeup and the jewelry. It is not their place to understand the sacrifice
that Avinash has made for his wife's happiness. And so, he continues on, through the halls of their lavish home, a walking, talking reminder of her dominance over him.
As he approaches his office, he feels a wave of nausea wash over him. He has grown accustomed to the sensation, knowing it is a result of the chastity belt still locked around his waist. But today,
it seems more intense than usual. Perhaps it's the anticipation of seeing her again, or perhaps it's the guilt he carries for wanting her so desperately. He takes a deep breath and enters his office,
closing the door behind him.
The room is tastefully decorated in rich woods and expensive fabrics, with a large desk dominating the center. A painting of his wife hangs on the wall behind the desk, her beautiful face gazing back
at him, seeming to mock his every move. He sits down in his chair and takes a moment to compose himself before turning on his computer.
As he begins to work, he can't help but feel a sense of unease. His hands tremble slightly as he types, and he finds it difficult to concentrate on the tasks at hand. It's not just the thought of his
wife's parents arriving tonight that has him on edge. They haven't seem him in this state, and he shudders thinking what will happen to him when they see he is a sissy.
He tries to distract himself by checking his email, but his mind keeps wandering back to his wife. She has always been controlling, but since they've been married, it's gotten worse. She controls his
every move, his every thought. Even his body belongs to her now. The chastity belt she insists he wear is a constant reminder of her dominance over him.
The phone rings, and Avinash's heart skips a beat. He can't help but wonder if it's her, calling to taunt him once again. But it's not her voice on the other end of the line; it's his secretary,
informing him that his wife has just called. His stomach drops as he realizes she must be calling to discuss the details of her parents' arrival. With a deep breath, he picks up the receiver.
"Avinash," he says, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. "Yes, I'm here. How can I help you?"
There's a brief pause on the other end of the line. "I just wanted to let you know that my parents will be arriving tonight," she says coldly. "Please make sure that everything is in order for their
arrival."
Avinash nods, even though she can't see him. "Of course, my darling. I'll make sure the house is spotless and that their favorite meal is prepared. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" He
forces a note of concern into his voice, hoping it will mask the bitterness that threatens to spill out.
There's another pause before she speaks again. "No, that's quite all right, Avinash. You just focus on making them feel welcome. I'll see you later." With that, she hangs up the phone, leaving him
alone with his thoughts once more.
Avinash sighs heavily and comes home early, making his way to the kitchen. He has to admit, he's not the best cook, but he's tried his best to learn over the past few months. As he busies himself
chopping vegetables and seasoning meat, he can't help but wonder what their reaction will be when they see him. Will they be shocked by his appearance, or will they simply assume that he has always
been this way?
He decides to clean the house as well, just to make sure that there is no trace of his masculinity left behind. He dusts the shelves, vacuums the rugs, and even washes the dishes by hand. It's a
tedious task, but he feels that it's the least he can do to make up for the life she's forced him to live.
As the evening wears on and the sun begins to set, he finishes preparing dinner and sets the table with the finest china and crystal. He lights candles and dims the lights, creating a warm, inviting
atmosphere. Despite his best efforts, he can't help but feel like an impostor, pretending to be something he's not.
#996
Sneha(Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:44)
Finally, he hears a car pull up outside, and his heart begins to race. He takes a deep breath, smooths down his saree, and goes to greet them at the door. His eyes downcast, he opens the door. There
in front of him are two pairs of high heels, with one under red dress, and one under pink saree. He gets confused.
As his eyes come up, he sees his mother in law in red drress, but there is a woman in pink saree besides her. He reluctantly asks them to come inside.
"Welcome, welcome," he says, trying to sound more cheerful than he feels. "I hope your journey was a pleasant one." He leads them into the living room, where he's prepared a small feast. The woman in
the pink saree follows close behind, her gaze taking in everything around her. She seems to be studying his every move, her expression unreadable.
Avinash seats his mother in law on the sofa and then turns to the woman in the pink saree. "Please, have a seat," he says, indicating the empty chair next to his mother in law. But he sits on the
floor like a perfect woman.
Avinash is confused on who this person is, he asks mother, where is father?
She smiles and points to the woman in pink saree, that is your father in law son.
The woman in pink saree, who is Avinash's father in law, is dressed in a heavily embroidered saree that drapes elegantly over her body. The fabric shimmers and catches the light, revealing intricate
designs of gold thread and precious stones. Her jewelry is just as extravagant as her attire, with a massive nose ring that almost completely obscures her nose, multiple earrings of varying sizes and
shapes dangling from her earlobes, bangles stacked high on her wrists, anklets tinkling with every step she takes, and a mangtika resting delicately on her forehead. Around her neck, she wears a
massive gold chain with a pendant that seems to hold the universe within its grasp. Her fingers are adorned with rings of every color imaginable, and a sindoor mark sits proudly on her forehead, just
above her third eye. A thick gold chain with a pendant bearing the family crest adorns her neck, and a mangalsutra dangles between her breasts, its weight testament to the countless generations that
have come before her.
As he sits down, he glances at Avinash, her expression unreadable. "You've done a wonderful job with the house, Avinash," he says, her voice smooth and cultured. "Your mother and I are very proud of
you." His eyes take in the meticulously clean floor, the tastefully arranged furniture, and the carefully prepared meal. "This is all so... domestic."
Avinash feels his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he forces a smile. "Thank you, Father," he says. "I've just been trying to make sure everything is perfect for your visit." He pours them all
some wine, hoping to ease the tension in the air. "Please, enjoy your dinner."
Avinash finally understood where his wife got the flair for feminizing men.
End
#997
Unexpected..(Wednesday, 22 November 2023 03:51)
The magic is real!
The days of the curse made Bran understand it lately. By that time everything was set.
The space around him changed drastically.
The first change was the unexpected growth of hairs for which he was undergoing treatment as baldness.
Second thing he felt was the sudden change in fitness. The body started to get slim.
Sad part was the disappearance of muscles day by day.
To his luck he didn’t experience any change is high.
The hair fall in beard and mustache along with body hairs made him understand that something is wrong.
But he never thought it was his girlfriend who casted the spell.
She has become his Ex the moment he questioned her.
The bosom started forming and his internal organs also started to reshape.
The painful part was the shrinking of his manliness which happened in a weak span.
His ex-girl’s mother came to him with sadness that she can’t undo the things.
But she started staying with him. Because she knows that final changes might be painful.
Sunday started with the excruciating pain of his first period. On that day only his female organs were fully grown.
He was calling his ex’s mother as mom.
She started treating more than that of a daughter.
The emotional changes she blocked after his request.
The mother Salma Identified the mistake with her daughter. She casted spell to release Bran from the link with her daughter.
Now the remaining changes have been completed.
He requested Salma to stay with him.
After the total changes completed, he started experiencing the need for sex which he couldn’t control,
Salma tried to calm him but she realized that Bran has grown to be a lesbian.
After resuming his job since everyone around him started identifying him as a woman itself.
Bran is now Brinda who is living with a lovely lady Salma.
Brinda took the bold step to confess her love towards the woman who supported her throughout her pain.
Salma accepted the proposal.
But she has only one condition that she needs a proper family, which means Brinda needs to become a mother with the seed of the magic woman.
Brenda accepted with a request that she wish to be the lesbian wife which Salma readily agreed. But the sex between the couples has brought some new sparks..Brinda has some more modifications at the
time she became Salma's wife
Brinda and Salman are on their second world trip where Brenda is 5 months pregnant.
Write a comment
Sneha (Monday, 09 January 2023 10:39)
Prince
Kiran just shuts the door on his sister face saying " I wish you to be man". Kiran comes inside and slept for a hour and recollects all that he said to his sister. He feels pity on himself and wants to say sorry to his sister Madhu. He comes out and looks for Madhu and couldn't find her, he curse himself saying bad to his sister. Kiran is such a weak personality he can't show his aggression and curses himself for everything like a girl. Kiran's father wants to make him a sport star due to his personality he didn't exceled in sports and never mingled with the boys who shows masculinity, but he is bright student so he exceled in studies got a good job and become a millionaire very soon.
Madhu was playing PUBG in her room and Kiran relieved that moment when he saw Madhu and she was a quite normal like anything was happened, Kiran went near to her and said sorry. Madhu it's ok dear like normal, Kiran immediately said you are really a man sis. Madhu just stopped playing her game and turned towards Kiran. Kiran was hesitated and thought he will get good beatings his sister. But Kiran heard something unusual which he never dreamt of.
Madhu: Kiran you are right as you are quit your job
Kiran: Yeah but i want to start my own business that's why i quit the job
Madhu: You know about father's dream he always wanted his son to be famous
Kiran: What the fuck you are saying i am famous
Madhu: No dear you are very successful and famous in your field but father wants his son to be famous in the modelling, sports star or movie star
Kiran: Yeah sis see my personality i can't fit any of the carriers that father wants
Madhu: I know you can't fit in father dream carriers but you can support someone who will fit in that roles
Kiran: Whom i should support and father wants his child to excel in his dream carrier and he sees a naughty smile in Madhu's face and says you want to be in that carrier
Madhu: yeah i want to do modelling and movie star as a man
Kiran: laughs a lot and says sis it won't workout in the real world
Madhu: it won't workout we have to make it workout
Kiran understands depth in the Madhu's dream and says i am with you brother. Madhu feels happy and hugs him.
Madhu: What about your startup plans, beauty industry is growing and has huge potential you can see that as your platform
Kiran: Yeah bro even i am looking for same
Madhu: To excel in the beauty industry you have understand about the beauty products and female dresses so why can't we make it role reversal
Kiran: Bro i am still confused and i always want to live like a women
Madhu : then believe me and start your plan
Madhu fixes whole body beauty treatment package at home on her name. A lady in late thirties will come for session. Madhu speaks with lady and says the treatment is for her brother not for her. She laughs and agrees saying that lot of men doing this i am comfortable doing for man to. Later Madhu leaves that lady in Kiran's room. Kiran stands in front of her like a doll and lady completes her set up and ask Kiran have a seat. Kiran's heart starts pounding very fast and he keeps his hand on the chest and keeps his steps slowly, lady gives smile and later she makes Kiran to sit on the table. Lady starts with head massage and gives him a nice hair spa, facial, pedicure and manicure.
Please post your comments
Shemalesana (Thursday, 12 January 2023 20:33)
Well I have been a closet CD for years. After marriage I convinced my wife to get her nose pierced and with little persuasion we added second earring for her. Every night I used to play with her ornaments and she knew I had a fetish today's her jewels. It started with a ear stud on my left ears occasionally to wearing large dangles on both sides every night. Weekends she enjoyed draping saree on me and ordering me around. During covid i expressed my desire to wear a nose stud. She was hesitant at first bcoz of the scar that it may leave but finally she pierced my nose with a sewing. The holes heal with any issues and since I worked from home it was easier to let it heal. Now I am aiming for septum piercing to wear bulakhi but she is very hesitant and not many jewelers or parlors in Tamil nadu do septum piercing. Now in have double studs on both ears, a diamond stud on my right nose and a ring on my left. My hair was trimmed frequently and it touches my shoulder.
Anmol (Saturday, 14 January 2023 15:13)
Wedding Night
For the world outside our home, our first night with me as husband and Neelam as wife had already happened. However, our actual first night was about to happen today, three months after the fake first night between us.
While Neelam was still in office, I started my solah shringar as a bride. To support me throughout this whole thing, I had already called for a wedding makeup artist. Before she arrived, I had already shaved every part of my body and applied the breast forms under my bra. The bridal makeup almost took more than 4 hours atleast. She started with applying foundation on my face. Then the eyeliner, mascara,blush and everything else. She topped it off with a bright red lipstick. I had already got my hair straightened a day before, so it took her less time to put the bridal bun.
Instead of a lehenga, Neelam had decided that I should wear a red sari with a pink blouse.After wearing the sari, I tied the mangalsutra around my neck. Neelam had also allowed me to wear the jewellery that she had worn on the wedding day. After the makeup artist left, I made some *** milk with shilajit and ashwagandha for Neel and later, settled on the bed ready for my husband's arrival.
As soon as I heard the sound of Neelam's car's door being locked, I put my phone away and covered my head with ghoonghat......
(Neelam/Neel's POV):
I opened the door and saw the whole house decorated with flowers and lights.I had been waiting for this night for a long long time. I was done with masquerading as a homely housewife for Nishant at his parent's home. Now that we moved to our apartment, I could finally be the husband Nishi wanted me to be.
I had already been told that everything I need would be kept in the guest room. On the way to the guest room, I saw my beautiful Nishi sitting at the corner of our bed full of roses. In the guest room, I removed my clothes and rushed in to get a quick shower. I got out with the towel wrapped under my waist. As I looked into the mirror, I felt better seeing the masculine build that I had been working hard for two years now.I also hadn't shaved for three months to have some hair on my chest and arms. Just one part was left for me to completely become Neel. I took the jock-strap harness and added my 7-inch silicon dick to it. Wore my boxers over it. I could see a man in the mirror now.
Next, I put on the white sherwani and a red pyjama with it. I had first thought of wearing a red turban over my long hair, but as a surprise for Nishi, I had gotten a haircut today. My face had some peach fuzz from last three months, but I had also bought a thick handlebar moustache. So, I applied it on my face. Now, the groom was finally ready.
Anmol (Saturday, 14 January 2023 15:14)
Wedding Night:
(Nishi's POV):
Through my ghoonghat, I could barely see anything but as soon as he stepped inside the room, I felt a rush of excitement through my body. As he walked towards me, I slowly stood up from the bed keeping in mind that my ghoonghat doesn't fall. In the same manner, I bent and touched his feet as a dutiful wife. Neel responded with "Saubhagyavati bhavah!".
He drank the glass of milk and slowly lifted the ghoonghat off my face. "You look beautiful", he said. "The moustache look suits you." I replied.
We both sat down. I could see that his face was getting red but he couldn't make a move. So, I held his hands in mine and asked if he could kiss me. He gently raised my face and kissed me on the cheeks. He then proceeded to give gentle kisses on my neck, my waist and even my legs. Then, our lips met and we started kissing. While his lips did the magic, I felt his hands caressing my back and my waist. I could tell he started getting aroused as his hands felt my breasts. He removed my blouse and started fondling my breasts. But he was still in his sherwani and I had forgot to remove my makeup.
(Neel's POV):
After the kiss, I allowed Nishi to go to bathroom and remove her makeup and jewellery since it was a little uncomfortable for us both. While she was in the bathroom, I removed my Sherwani and adjusted the bulge in my pyjama to look more prominent.
When she got out of the bathroom, I could see her eyes go straight towards the bulge. She seductively walked towards me in her satin bra and panty and we immediately shared a deep kiss. As we were kissing, my hand went to her breasts. As we got closer, I could feel my boner rubbing against her satin panty. After the kiss, she bent down and slid down my pyjama and boxer.
She first starting stroking it with her manicured hands. Her face was still inches away from my cock. She first gave it a lick and then finally took the head between her lips, sucking on it. She went up and down the cock for a minute after which she started stroking it again. After some time, she came up.
(Nishi's POV):
"I love you Nishi."
"I love you too Neel ji". I replied.
"You can just call me Neel if you want."
"No, Neel ji, I have been taught by my mother to respect my husband and do what he says."
"Then kneel down again and start sucking my cock. You won't stop until I tell you to stop."
He pulled my head towards his silicon dick and made me deepthroat. As all my attention was towards his cock, he took some pictures of me blowing him and even made one video.
After a while, he pulled me up and undressed me further. I politely asked him to remove his banian. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body. "Neel ji, please fuck me!"
He told me to lay on my back and applied lube over his cock. He was going to fuck me in missionary style. He came on the bed and lifted my leg onto his shoulders. The head went in first and he slowly began to insert his entire cock. I felt the entire length of his cock entering my hole, Neel slowly pulled out and pushed in again a few times, helping me to get used to the length. Once his whole cock was inside me, he stayed for a while and then began to fuck me.
I moaned higher and higher as the sensations took over.
"Do you like that baby? my brown cock inside you?" asked Neel
"Yes, yes, I love it!" I almost screamed my reply.
After minutes of pumping my ass with his dick, Neel grunted as he finally had orgasm. He removed his harness and blew his load all over my breasts and face. He then lied next to me for a while. As I was also eager for an orgasm, I started stroking my little clit. But Neel stopped me, "We won't need that today. I know how to make my wife cum." (Which was true as Neelam had been able to make my prostate orgasm two or three times before this.)
(Neel's POV):
I put my harness back on and made Nishi go on all fours for doggy style. As this dildo was adjustable, I curved it towards left, to reach Nishi's g-spot. I put a generous amount of lube on my dick and aimed it towards her vagina.
I put my hands on her hips and pushed my cock in slowly. As I was all inside her, she moaned. I pumped slowly while asking her again and again, "Do you feel it there?"
I moved a little and pumped again, "Do you feel it there?"
I moved a little more and slowly pumped it inside, "Do you feel it?"
"Yes! Yes! right there! Yes" Nishi started moaning loudly with pleasure as I started moving it faster and faster.
"Ohhhh god! Ahhhh!" Nishi's moans echoed through the house.
As she reached orgasm, I slowed down and finally removed my cock from her vagina. I finally rested my head on the pillow as our first night almost ended.
As I was going to remove my harness, Nishi stopped me and placed my arm over her bare body. We finally cuddled under the blanket.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:01)
sissy life: Valentines day
'Have you finished in the kitchen?' I had indeed. I'd cleared the pots and cleaned the surfaces. I couldn't talk with my ball gag in however so I curtseyed once for 'yes'.
'Good. Come and sit next to me. I want to discuss something with you.' The confusion must have been etched on my face. I never sat in the presence of my Mistress. I always stood. Or kneeled. 'Come on, it's ok.' I sat down. She put her hand on my thigh. My cock twitched in it's cage. Was I going to be released...?
'You know what day it is tomorrow don't you sissy?' I knew it was Valentines Day. This would be the first Valentines Day that had passed with this...arrangement, me serving my wife, my Mistress as her sissy husband.
It was such a relief to have my ball gag unlocked and removed. I tried to work the stiffness from my jaw. 'It's Valentines Day Mistress'.
'It is indeed. And this year's a little...different isn't it? I have Roshni and you...well, you are now a fully-fledged sissy! Prancing round in a saree! Locked up in your chastity device. No romantic meals or sexy getaways for you eh?' and she laughed. My embarrassment must have been obvious. 'Sorry, I'm being mean sweetie. Remind me, when did we put you in your device dear?' I hated when she said 'we'. It wasn't 'we', I didn't have a choice. She said it was necessary if I was to remain her husband.
'24th October Mistress'.
'And how long have you been chaste now dear?'
'111 days Mistress.'
'And when were you last released? To enjoy relief I mean.'
'42 days ago Mistress.'
'And when are next due for release sissy?'
'Not until I have served 300 days in my device Mistress. 189 days to go.'
'Gosh, that is a long time! I'm not sure a real man would cope with such denial.' She smiled. 'Tell me, what would you do if I was to offer you the chance of release now? Proper release, to pleasure yourself?'
'Anything Mistress! Anything.' My cock was straining. I could see my skirt lifting the small amount the device would allowed.
'Do you think of release often?'
'Every day Mistress! Every moment of every day.' I was getting breathless.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:02)
Part 2:
'Just as I feared. Roshni too. Recite Sissy Rule 3 for me. Get up. Kneel in front of me and recite it.' Her tone had changed. It wasn't playful anymore.
I got up, curtseyed and kneeled. 'Sissy Rule 3: I am to remain in chastity. Requests to be released will be denied and I will be punished. A sissy does not seek pleasure through orgasm, but through service.'
'Considering the last sentence of that rule sissy, you are failing in your duty. You aren't seeking pleasure through serving me, you are hoping for release. You think if you prance around here, doing the bare minimum, doing just enough, you think I will be pleased and release you. That is a pressure I feel every day. I pressure I shouldn't have to feel. You are my sissy husband, you are supposed to improve my life, not add pressures and complications. This is why we need a change. You're not going to like this, but it's tough. As a Valentines gift to me Roshni has agreed to take ownership of your chastity device and by extension you opportunities for release and relief. She will hold your key from Valentines Day onwards. She is going to ease my burden by taking that pressure off me. No longer will I need to worry that you're doing a good job in hope of release, because it won't be in my gift to release you.'
I felt like my world was ending! I didn't want my wife's sister in charge of my key. My wife taking pity on me was my main hope for release, why would Roshni ever be interested in releasing me?, She never released her husband, and her brother! I felt tears building.
'Don't you dare cry! it's the right thing to do. I don't want the responsibility anymore and it's a good way to recognise Roshni's role in our arrangement; She is my sister, and a professional sissy owner, you are my sissy husband. Valentines Day is an apt start date.
My disappointment was obvious. Her tone softened again. 'Come on now. You don't wear your male clothes for her anymore do you? No. Well, consider this arrangement an extension of that.' That hardly felt the same! Wearing a saree in front of her was very different to her holding the key to my chastity device.
'Now, Roshni will be here tomorrow night to collect your key. She can't stay long, She is off to Delhi for a week the morning after. Nonetheless, this is an important moment so we need to mark it. I have picked you up something to wear. Something special. Sissies should dress special for their owners on Valentines Day I think. And - I'm warning you before you start, I expect no complaining so let me be clear about that - you need to thank her. Properly, with your mouth. I know She wasn't interested the last time you offered her your mouth, but She knows you've been practicing with me. She has some...confidence you know what you're doing now shall we say.'
I didn't know what to say. Eventually I managed, 'Thank you Mistress' and I was dismissed to bed. I just slept in my saree.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:03)
Part 3:
*The following day*
'There! You look a picture. Absolutely darling. A little Valentines treat! No denying your sissy status in that get-up is there? No wonder I need a real man in my life!' I was wearing a pink saree, pink blouse and pink heels. I wore pink heart shape earrings, wore a mangtika, 12 pink bangles, mangalsootra, and payals. I also had proper makeup with pink bindi, pink lipstick, my hand and feet both had pink nailpolish, with kajal, and eyeliner. As it was a 'special occasion' there was no need for my posture collar, ball gag. 'Just one last thing' and out came the key. 'Yes, you are going to greet Roshni free from your device. I want her to see how excited you are at being all dressed up for her. Excited as you lick her boots as a thank you! And I want her to lock you up personally when takes ownership of you.'
My cock immediately sprang to life as it was freed from my cage. 'Look at that! Someone is enjoying that outfit. I bet the prospect of serving my sister will keep you rock hard. And I do expect you to remain hard, to 'attention' as it were, keep your saree tucked, and your cock in view. You may use your hands to remain hard if necessary, but you will know about it if you cum - Roshni has been itching for another excuse to whip you.'
'You have a little time before She gets here. Go into the hallway and practice your curtseys in the mirror.'
I stood in front of the mirror as instructed and practiced. As I had been concentrating on the task in hand, my cock had started to soften. I gave it a couple of strokes, God it felt good! It wouldn't take me long to cum I knew that. Especially not in front of the mirror, dressed. I knew my Mistress was serious about the whipping though and given Roshni's aptitude for it, I made use of all my self-control and stopped. I hadn't realised my Mistress had seen the whole thing.
'Try telling me you're not happy as my sissy husband now! I saw you just then. You haven't been out of your device 10 minutes and you're playing with yourself. You love this! And that, is why you need locking up and Roshni needs to have the key.'
Before I had chance to respond, there was a knock at the door. I knew what expected of me. I opened the door with my usual curtsey, 'Good evening Mam. A pleasure to see you. Please do come in.' Roshni looked at my hard cock; 'I can see it is a pleasure haha!' and walked passed me straight into the arms of my Mistress. When their passionate kiss ending She turned her attention back to me.
'Goodness. You are quite the picture aren't you? Which reminds me, curtsey for me but hold the curtsey pose until I say otherwise.' I obliged and She took a couple of photos with a bright pink phone. 'The importance of these will be clear later. Come on, on with the show!'
I lead them into the living room and once they were seated I began my practiced speech, 'Mam, you have kindly agreed to relieve my Mistress of a burden as a Valentines Day gift. That burden being the ownership of me. My Mistress feels - and I agree - that you would be doing us both a great service if you held the key to my chastity device from this day forward.' And I gave the most elaborate curtsey I could muster. I noticed then that the magnitude of the situation was getting to me. My cock was softening again. It felt all wrong to be stood in front of my Mistress and her sister and stroking my cock, but I did for fear of being whipped.
'Very cute. You'll both', She looked at Sanjana and smirked, 'be relieved to know I am indeed willing to take ownership of you and release your wife from the burden you have become. I understand you have discussed how I am to be compensated?'
'Thank you Mam. Yes Mam, I understand.'
'Good. Take your hand off your cock and show me what you've been taught' and She winked at Sanjana.
Embarrassed, I moved my hand away and got down on my knees in front of her. I tried to concentrate on what I had been taught. I figured that my abilities in this respect might influence whether I got the occasional release in future or not. I looked her straight in the eye, licked my lips ('Women like that' Sanjana had said) and asked, 'Mam, please may I lick you to an orgasm?'
'Of course you can sissy'.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:04)
Part 4:
I undid Roshni's trousers, reached in and moved her panties. Swirling my tongue around slowly. I licked swirling my tongue as I went. She said the most important thing was finding the right rhythm. Each woman requires a different pace she said. I needn't have worried. I felt Roshni's hand go to the back of my head as She moaned. She was controlling the rhythm now. I heard her groan. My cock stiffened. I was enjoying giving her pleasure, I couldn't deny it. She started pushing my mouth inside, sliding my tongue in and out until I felt it. I felt her twitch and orgasm. It hadn't taken long, which I noted with pride was probably a sign my efforts were sufficient.
I daren't take my tongue out so I gently licked it. She put her hand under my chin, looked straight into my eyes and said, 'Not bad sissy. This arrangement might work out ok. Tell me - just nod - do you want to cum?' I nodded. God, I wanted nothing more than to cum! She reached into her pocket and took a photo of me. 'Go ahead, but keep me in your mouth.' I didn't need two invites; I grasped my cock and stroked it. I think it took my less than 15 seconds before cum spurted out, over my legs. I immediately felt ashamed. The great irony! I spent all my time desperate to cum, and once I did I regretted immediately. I just wanted to disappear. And Roshni knew.
Once again She lifted my face up to look straight in my eyes. 'This feeling you have right now, the one of great shame, I want you to remember it. Look around, think about what you've just done - what you're wearing for God's sake - and remember the feeling. I am going to make it my mission to have you feel this way every moment I own you. Now go and and get cleaned up and bring me your chastity device.'
I scurried to the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't be allowed to linger long, but I did give myself a minute to get my composure back. Sure enough, as the minutes passed my shame faded and the sissy urge grew again. I wiped myself clean and collected my chastity device.
'Sissy! Ready?' And She took another photo of me holding the device.
'Yes Mam' and I curtseyed.
'Ask me to lock you up and take ownership of you.'
'Mam, please lock me up and take ownership of me. Please release my Mistress from this burden.' I curtseyed again.
'Gladly' and She roughly grabbed my cock, pushed it into the device and closed the lock. The key went in her pocket.
'Just one last thing', She pulled something out of her other pocket. It was the pink phone from earlier, 'this is now your phone' and She passed it to me. 'You're my sissy now and I want to be able to contact you on my terms. And manage your contact with other people. Your old phone has been thrown away. There are two contacts in that phone, me and Sanjana. You'll be allowed to add others as we see fit. When we call - and we will - the appropriate greeting is, 'Hello, Sissy here, how can I be of service?'. Say it.'
'Hello, Sissy here, how can I be of service?' I repeated. 'Very good! Failure to use the correct greeting will result in extra time in your device. And believe me, you don't want extra time than what I have planned.'
'You'll note the fingerprint scanner won't work for you, that's just for Sanjana and I. You'll need to enter the password to unlock it. The password is '5155Y'. Finally, the photos I've taken of you tonight are your wallpaper options; you need to pick one. If I ever see anything other than one of those photos as your wallpaper, you'll get whipped - and spend extra time in your device.'
'Thank you Mam' and I curtseyed.
'You're dismissed. Go on up to your room.'
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:29)
Mistress and her sissy:
I hummed softly as I put the finishing touches on the paneer. paneer tikka was my wife's favorite dish and it filled me with hope to know that I was making her happy, and I might get a release soon. My mouth watered slightly as I arranged the tray. (I would only be having a salad myself, as I had to maintain my figure.)
Taking out a pocket mirror from my apron, I checked myself to make sure I was presentable to her. My make-up was well-applied, my long hair was pulled back in a sensible ponytail with my gajra, and my saree was spotless, my makeup and jewelry all in perfect shape. I just retouched my sindoor, and bindi and took a look at mangalsootra, All good so far. The lace bra I was wearing underneath was pushing my fake C-cup breasts up nicely, and my panties, petticoats were hiding my chastity device that was covering my clitty.
All set, I picked up the tray and headed for my wife's study, my high heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor all the way. I knocked on the door quietly and waited for her to respond.
"Come in." came the voice of my wife through the door.
With a little bit of trepidation, I went inside. Alone among the rooms of the house, I was not allowed in her study if she wasn't there. I knew she kept her personal computer and our business records here, as well as her bank account information and the household budget. None of which I was allowed to look at, of course. The vast savings I had managed to accumulate before we got married had been transferred to her account. She said that it would be much better off in her hands and it was hard to argue. She had a MBA and was successfully running my family's investment firm.
I looked and saw her reclining in her expensive leather chair, that I used before our marriage. I swallowed as I got a good look at my wife. Her long black hair, smooth skin and green eyes enchanted me just like she did when she was my secretary. She was dressed in a beautiful though simple nightgown. I knew she had sexier lingerie, but she didn't seem to ever wear them around the house now. It was concerning, but all things considered it might be for the best. My clitty tried to stir enough even without seeing her like that.
Bringing the tray to her desk, I noticed she was talking on her cellphone. Now that wasn't unusual, but it didn't seem to be work related. My wife was laughing with whomever she was talking to. I couldn't remember my wife ever laughing when she was my secretary at my office. I stalled for as long as I dared, but no hints were forthcoming. Hoping it was a family member, I turned around to leave.
"Oh you liked it? I'll be sure to wear that next time." she said, giggling.
I stumbled and barely kept myself from falling. She was flirting with someone! As I looked at my wife twirling her hair with her finger, I felt jealously battling with arousal. Fidgeting with my clitty as it tried to swell inside the device, I kept my mouth shut. Complaining to her usually ended with a quick trip over her lap. I turned around quickly and left before I said something my bottom would end up paying for.
I returned to the kitchen and sat down. Glumly, I picked at my salad and thought about the situation. I had a pretty good idea who she was talking to. Chetan was one of the men who worked with her and I remembered him from my days there. He was very athletic and charming. Unlike most of the other guys from the office, my wife seemed to like him. Thinking back, he was popular with pretty much everyone there.
Well, that wasn't the only reason I was squirming . My clitty didn't seem to want to give up trying to swell. My chastity device kept it from doing so of course, but it meant a steady drip of precum into my panties. It had been two months since she'd last let me cum and it was starting to take it's toll. I was so horny that I couldn't get the image of them together out of my mind.
Hearing the sound of my wife coming to the kitchen pulled me out of my imaginings. I quickly stood as she entered and curtsied for her.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha?" I lisped.
"Come with me Ramesh." she said, her face slightly flushed.
I knew that look anywhere. She wanted my tongue to satisfy her and she wanted it now. I meekly followed her to the bedroom, fidgeting with my captive clitty behind her back. Looking down, I noticed immediately that she had taken her phone with her. Was she still talking to him?
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:30)
Part 2:
Reaching the bedroom, she turned and motioned me down. I sank to my knees in front of my wife just as she lifted her skirt. Pulling her panties down gently, I could see that she was already wet. She laid down on the bed with her legs off the edge of it. I quickly scooted forward on my knees and began to lap at her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my head gently, though I knew that wouldn't last.
"Ohhh, my god. You'd do that to me?" she said breathily.
Looking up in surprise, I saw that she was talking on the phone. She was having phone sex with him while I was licking her pussy! The pain of my clitty desperately trying to swell would have made me wince, but my lips were occupied. Precum had soaked my panties by now and I had to squeeze my legs together in order to keep from dripping on the floor.
"Ohhh...ohhh...mmmm...fuck me...I want you to fuck me with that cock." my wife said into the phone.
I was licking her pussy like crazy now, desperately wishing I could touch myself. Though my clitty was fully encased in pink plastic, it was still pleasant to move it around gently. Of course my wife had forbidden me from doing that.
"Ohhhh! Chetan!...I want you...I want you to cum inside me!...I want...I want your baby! ...Yeah! Knock me up!" my wife said panting, getting very close to orgasming.
Hearing my wife say that made me dizzy. Pregnant? She'd been mentioning that every so often lately, but as she didn't seem to be giving any hint that she was relaxing her policy of never letting me penetrate her again, I assumed she would be doing some kind of medical procedure with my sperm. The fact that my wife seemed to want to get pregnant by another man should have made me sick, but my clitty was dripping worse than ever now.
My thoughts were interrupted by her legs closing tightly around my head and drawing my mouth right into her pussy. She began to shriek as she came, arching her back and squirming her hips. Though I was getting a little light-headed by now, I kept my tongue moving in her pussy, trying to extend her orgasm.
Just as I was getting close to blacking out, she released me. Taking a few gulps of air, I shakily stood up and curtsied.
"Mistress Vishakha, may I fix my make-up?" I lisped meekly.
She nodded and starting talking to Chetan again. As I was leaving I heard her laugh.
"Wow that was great. Did you cum too? ...It's a shame to waste that, but there's always next time" she said into the phone, seemingly unconcerned with whether I was satisfied.
After reaching the bathroom, I sighed and washed my face thoroughly. As I reapplied my eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipcolor, I tried to calm myself. She probably just got carried away. I doubt she would actually have his baby. Or would she? She loved me but there was certainly a sadistic side to her.
After finishing my make-up, I opened the cupboard underneath the sink and pulled out one of the spare pairs of panties I kept there. My wife usually required oral sex twice a day while keeping me from cumming more than once every two to three months. This caused me to soak through my panties every so often, making me to have to change to a different pair. In order to keep from soaking through these too, I put a panty liner inside it.
Even though I had become very used to acting girly by now, changing panties and using feminine pads made me blush. I looked at the mirror to check my appearance one more time, I was the epitome of a proper housewife, my red saree with matching bangles in my hand, my mangalsootra, my dangling earrings looked stunning. My makeup was perfect with red lipstick, nail polish, eyeliner, mascara and kajal. My bindi, and sindoor seemed perfect. I headed to the kitchen automatically, as my wife usually enjoyed a drink after sex.
Mixing an Appletini for her, I heard the sound of the TV turning on. My wife had evidently gone into the living room. I picked up the drink daintily and took it to her. Not looking at the TV, (I wasn't allowed to watch it.) I put it on the table next to her and curled up on a chair on the other side of the living room.
I could immediately tell she noticed. Normally I curled up at her feet, but her comment about wanting Chetan's baby had perturbed me. I knew I was treading a fine line here. Letting her know I was genuinely unhappy without seeming disrespectful was important.
It wasn't long before she turned the TV off and motioned me over to her. I got up quickly and curtsied.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha?" I lisped, a touch nervously.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:31)
Part 3:
"Okay princess, what's wrong? It's only been two months, you know pouting won't work." she said, giving me an even look.
She only called me "princess" when I was being sulky. It was a sign that she was concerned but that I should be careful not to push it. Fidgeting a little, I was shook my head.
"It's not that Mistress Vishakha...I..." I lisped, then fell silent.
She patted the seat next to her and I sat down, smoothing my saree. I was trying to figure out how to broach the subject respectfully when my wife suddenly pulled me over to her. I made a surprised sound, thinking she was going to spank me, but instead she pulled my head into her lap.
"It's okay sweetie, talk. I'm listening." she said, stroking my hair gently. Her fingers moving through my hair instantly soothed me.
"Mistress Vishakha, it's about...the guy you were talking to." I lisped quietly.
"Ah. Yeah I probably should have explained that to you earlier." she said, a touch apologetically.
"First of all, it's purely a physical thing. I don't love him. I love *you*. You understand that right?" she said, looking right at me and tracing my lips softly with her finger.
I nodded, but I wasn't convinced yet.
"But you said you wanted his baby..." I lisped. She just looked at me until I remembered to say it. "Mistress Vishakha."
She nodded, thinking for a moment.
"I did say that. I've been wanting a child for some time now. Look sweetie, I love you so much, but you have to recognize that a woman prefers a more...masculine and confident man to be the father of her children. It's mostly biological, if that makes you feel any better." she said, slipping her finger into my mouth.
What she was saying was a little hurtful, but to tell the truth I could see where she was coming from. Not very many women dream of having a child with a sissy maid. Sucking on her finger however, meant that I could only nod. She smiled at me and put a second finger in my mouth. Stroking my hair with her other hand, she continued.
"A woman just needs sex with a real man every so often. But afterwards they're a bother. I can't tolerate a lazy man. I would much, much rather come home to my pretty and obedient sissy." she said, her eyes sparkling.
I nodded again and continued to shyly suck on her fingers. I could tell she was pleased at my acceptance. Taking her fingers out of my mouth, she moved her hand down to my skirt. Flipping it up quickly, she fondled my chastity device through my panties, smiling as I gasped.
"So yes, I plan to have Chetan impregnate me with a baby girl. But just because you won't be related to our baby doesn't mean she won't love you any less. Wouldn't you love our daughter just as much?" she asked, pulling down my panties and exposing my chastity device.
Every time she reminded me that I wouldn't be the father made my clitty drip more. A fact that would certainly not escape her.
"Y-Yes Mistress Vishakha." I said, squirming in her grasp as she moved her hand over my pink plastic encased clitty.
"I'm sure you'll be a great nanny for Chetan's children. Just leave the work of making them to a real man like him." she said laughing, enjoying my embarrassment.
"Mistress Vishakha! May I please please cum?" I lisped desperately, my horniness starting to overwhelm me.
"Oh I don't know...It's only been two months. By the way, Chetan had me yesterday. And he's going to have me tomorrow too!" she said, her sadistic side coming out.
"Please Mistress Vishakha! I'll do anything!" I begged helplessly. I absolutely had to be unlocked, I'd go crazy otherwise.
My wife unbuttoned her blouse and pulled out the key. Dangling it over my head, she laughed as my eyes followed it back and forth.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:32)
Part 4:
"You'll have to agree to a few conditions if you want to be unlocked." she said teasingly.
Nodding quickly, I was ready to agree to practically anything.
"But I won't tell you what they are, only that there are three conditions, and they all have to do with Chetan." my wife said, a wicked smile on her face.
It looked like that was exactly what I was going to do. Still I hesitated, thinking of all the unpleasant possibilities. Seeing that, my wife made as if to return the key back under her blouse. Maybe she was bluffing but I couldn't take the chance.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha! I'll do it!" I said, resigning myself to whatever she came up with.
"Good girl! Now you'll get a reward." she said with a touch of triumph in her voice.
My wife quickly unlocked the device and I gave a relieved sigh as my clitty was finally freed. Her fingers danced over it lightly as it grew to it's full length of three inches. She never missed an opportunity to make fun of it nowadays. It was her idea for me think of it as a "clitty", explaining that men had cocks, sissy girls had clitties.
"Aww, it looks cuter everytime. Needless to say, Chetan is so much bigger. Almost three times as much in fact. But then, he has a cock." she said, tracing one finger along the underside.
My clitty was dripping just as much as it was earlier, and my wife took advantage of that. She collected every drop that appeared and brought it to my mouth. I meekly accepted her fingers, licking them clean.
"You know I might not get pregnant immediately. Chetan and I might have to try for weeks or months. Just think of his huge cock cumming inside me again and again and *again*." she said with her eyes closed, likely enjoying the thought herself.
Her fingers were moving faster over my clitty, and I couldn't hold back for long. When I imagined Chetan enjoying her pussy, which I haven't been able to do in years, I knew I was at the point of no return.
"M-Mistress Vishakha! May I please cum?" I stuttered, squirming under her fingers.
"You may." she said, closing her hand over my clitty and pumping it quickly.
Seeing my clitty completely covered was the final straw. Closing my eyes and letting go, I immediately came, spurting into her hand and moaning just like a girl. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of my wife's hand in front of my mouth.
"Come on sweetie, lick it up like a good girl." she said, enjoying this part far more than I did.
Giving a small sigh, I licked it up, swallowing everything on her hand until it was clean. My wife wasted no time in locking me back up. Jiggling my chastity device, she considered for a moment.
"I think it's getting a little too big for you now sweetie. You know how you keep shrinking. I'll custom order a smaller one soon, since even the tiniest one they normally make is way too big for you." she said, evidently not done teasing me about it.
Blushing, I stood and pulled my panties up. Curtsying, I remembered what to do.
"Yes Mistress Vishakha, may I fix my make-up?" I lisped, well trained by now to fix my appearance after every sex act.
She nodded and turned on the TV. It wasn't until I had gotten to the bathroom that I remembered I hadn't asked her what the conditions I agreed to were. Applying my make-up, my mind ran through some of the possibilities. They all seemed to involve meeting Chetan in some way. I knew Vishakha would want me to be respectful to him too, I just hoped that was all she wanted.
Before returning to the living room, I needed to pee. My chastity device made it so that I had to sit down like a girl at all times, something my wife found both very proper and very humorous. She had even gone so far as to permanently fix the toilet seat down. When I was done I dabbed with some toilet paper and checked myself in the mirror again.
I looked presentable. My wife would want me to look happy too however, and she could always spot a fake smile. I made sure to look at the upside of the situation. Even though I wouldn't be a father in the traditional sense, (to put it lightly) I couldn't help but be excited at the thought of a raising a child. Having a baby to take care of would tire me out, but it would also enrich my day. It might bring me closer to Vishakha too! I smiled back at my reflection and knew that it was real. Humming softly, I returned to the living room.
This time I sat down on the floor near her like I always did. She smiled at me and put her feet up. Rubbing them gently, I took the opportunity to ask.
"Mistress Vishakha, could you tell me what the conditions are?" I lisped politely.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 January 2023 03:33)
Part 5:
Though most people wouldn't have been able to tell, I could see that her smile was turning into more of a smirk. Seeing that made start to sweat.
"Okay sweetie. First of all, Chetan will be coming over to the house from now on. Some nights he may stay over, if he does, you'll be sleeping in the guest room." my wife said lightly.
My unhappiness must have shown, because she bent forward and patted my head consolingly.
"It's not that bad princess. It'll only be for a few nights a week at most. We can even decorate the guest room for you. I'll let you put up your own posters and hangings. It'll be fun!" she said brightly, trying to cheer me up.
I nodded reluctantly. That had been about what I expected. Going back to rubbing her feet, I waiting for my wife to continue.
"Secondly, when Chetan is here you will respect and obey him just like you would me. He doesn't have much experience with sissy girls, so you can come to me if you don't think he's being fair. Make sure it's worth my time though, or your bottom will be sorry." she said, smirking at me.
This time I controlled my reaction. Again, this is what I expected. I wouldn't like obeying Chetan, but I could do it if my wife said so. Maybe the third condition will be okay.
"And thirdly..." she paused. "Just like you satisfy me, you'll satisfy Chetan too, if he wants it."
My face paled considerably and I froze. This is exactly what I was afraid of. She knew I didn't like it, sometimes having me practice pleasuring one of her dildos as a punishment. My wife must have sensed that she was pushing my limits, because she was suddenly stroking my hair gently. I tried to turn away, but she firmly turned my chin to face her.
"It's okay sweetie. Look, I'll make you a deal. If you're on your absolute best behavior when he comes over, you won't have to. If not...well that sounds like the perfect way to make sure you abandon any vain hopes of competing with him." she said, not unkindly.
Samantha (Thursday, 26 January 2023 00:04)
Nirmal...Part 1
My name is Nirmal and am from Chennai. I am 28 years old. Short, 5'2", very very fair, thin but not bony, hardly any body hair, fine delicate features and i have long hair upto my hips. cute and a voice that had still not broken, so sounded exactly like a girl. because of my voise all are teasing me so i will not mingle with anyone in school and colleges. I am a lone ranger,always i stay in home and spending time with mom and SIL's and i have very small friend circle. i was born in a rich family and my father is business minded career oriented and my brothers are helping to my dad,my mom is house wife and SIL's also house wife. my parents provided me with all luxuries and amenities of the modern life. i am staying away from my family .
Father : Rajesh , age 68
Mother : Vaani , age 61
1st elder brother -Raj ,age 40
raj wife (SIL) - Kaviya ,age 36
2nd brother - Surya ,age 38
Surya wife(SIL) - reena ,age 34
Raj daughter - Priya,Age 16
Vijay is 10 years elder then me and Surya is 8 years elder than me after my brothers birth my father want a girl child but after 10 years i was born and my dad became very sad. but my mom is not sad and she felt happy only. while i am studying 6th standard my brother Vijay got married and while i amstudying 8th standard surya got married. i am very naughty boy in my child wood.
my mother and SIL' are very supportive towards me and would always take my side. I would always get away with mistakes and rarely would get scolded for any mistake. I was also becoming more and more docile due because of my mother. As she was over protective about me, she would not allow me to get in fight with anyone and even if I had a quarrel with any one, it would be her who would stand and fight for me and providing me with an extra protective cover. she would never allow me to mix and mingle with local boys and play the games they normally would. I would not even interested in P.T classes or any exercise and would skip classes on one pretend or other. my aim is i want to become a singer but my father is not allowed to join singing class.
After 8 years I am going to my home and meet my mom. I reached my home and i called my mom and said i am waiting outside. she came out side and cried while seeing me and she hugged tightly. mom asked me to come inside but i refused . mom said pls forget past and come inside. i rememberd my old memories. 8 years ago i fight with my dad and he asked me to go out of the house. now as per my mom and my SIL request and i retuned to my home. i will tell you clearly, what happend exactly.
I was so good in studies . While my brother made it to the top-notch engineering college and they completed MBA and joined with my dad. My father wanted me to join engineering but i am not intrested . I am shocked and not talk anything and my mother also see me I am upset next day when I weakup my father went to office and my mother come to me holding cup of milk and ask why I am upset I saw my mother in anger face she simile and told she knows me I am always wish to wear saree and wanted to marry strong girl and my mother and SIL's raised me like her daughter they teaches me all house hold course and cook food and putting rongoli and I also enjoy learning this household works. so now i want to became CHEF but but my dad stricly said i need to join in engineering. i dont know what to do. i ran to my room and i cried and my mom also didnt speak anything.
I am shocked and not talk anything and my mother also see me I am upset next day when I weakup my father went to office and my mother come to me holding cup of milk and ask why I am upset I saw my mother in anger face she simile and told she knows me I am always wish to became singer or Chef . then she said gave one letter to join Hotel Managment course while seeing this i felt very happy . i hugged her and she gave kiss on my forehead.Mom told your SIL's are arranged and say thanks to them. I ran towards them and i hugged them and Kaviya SIL said your also like my son so i want to full fill your dream then i hugged Reena SIL.
My mom informed to my dad about my studies and he scoled my mom and he dont want to speak with me. almost 3 years over i had completed my studies.
After my college, my father asked me to work in his company. I said no.My father got angry and sent me out of the house. I told my mother and sisters-in-law and left the house.
Sneha (Friday, 27 January 2023 10:27)
Prince- Contn-9
Masseur lady has told me that madhu has booked for waxing too, I laughed for her words. She asked me why are laughing i replied you have seen my whole body have you seen any traces of hair. She said what about at private part, i kept my head down and she lifted my head and said don't worry dear it is common for women you can be naked in front of me but still i am hesitating to remove my panty, she laughed and started removing her clothes i was totally shocked she removed all her dress and stood nude in front of me and said see dear how i look very manly and hair, I said you look very manly and handsome, she pushed me on the bed and tore my panty and she started laughing seeing my penis, i kept my head down she took my penis in her hand and started hand job but it is not erecting.
She said you don't even have hair at private parts, let's go have some bath and she told me i am man and do the needful. we both went inside bathroom and made her to sit on the stool and applied soap on her body and she made me to apply soap even on her private parts, she gave deep kiss on my lips and we came out from bathroom, i tied towel to my breast and she tied towel to her navel we both started to wearing our clothes. She said you are not worth of pants, wear gown or maxi. she wore her uniform i went to my bathroom and wore satin nightie and came out, she adjusted my hair to look more feminine she said you are looking great dear.
We both came out and madhu was utter shocked seeing my transformation, masseur lady said to madhu sir you both born on wrong bodies, madhu said i know dear can you please cut my hair she said i will cut bit to look some masculine after that i will call my male hair dresser to make it good, she did madhu's hair cut a bit and called her male hair dresser to give nice finishing. He gave complete new look to madhu he even shaved on cheeks. After they completed madhu gave them nice tip.
I kissed on madhu's cheeks and said my dear brother looking like prince charming, she said wow sister thank you i will create my male identity as a prince from tomorrow i will start cricket coaching. She went to market and brought cricket kit.
Please post your comments
Radhika (Friday, 27 January 2023 14:36)
My name is Raj, and I am a software engineer. From childhood I admire my mother's hair and always wish to have long hair like her, until my school I had a restriction, whereas aftet that from college time onwards, I started growing my hair. My father opposed it, whereas my mother supported me, and she helped me to keep my hair well maintained by oiling and combing it, I usually wear bun or ponytails.
My parents are looking for a life partner for me, and I feel happy about it.
One day, we got the proposal from a good and orthodox family. My parents talk like the girl is looking good and traditional and her name is Priya. I feel happier hearing it and giving them a big smile. For that, my parents started to tease me, and I am literally blushing for it �. Then they sent me her photos to my whatsapp, I went upstairs and started checking my mobile. She is looking very gorgeous in the saree, and I started to liking her. I give a green signal to proceed, and my parents arrange a meeting to look at a girl.
I started observing her photos on my mobile, and her saree looks very elegant, and borders are very nice. the blouse is designed with the latest design and her necklace, bangles, and other matching her saree. I felt I was more admiring her dresses than her beauty.
Radhika (Friday, 27 January 2023 14:37)
Part 2
Next day We went to priya's house to look at her. I am feeling very happy. I dressed in yellow t shrit and black pants, and my long hair was tired as a ponytail.
She enters the hall with the tray of coffee and serves us. I fall into love with her the way she appears because she is dressed in a beautiful pink saree, and she is looking very gorgeous. I became clean bord for her eyes and smile.
She sat on sofa confidentially and dhe is looking my face directly without any fear, whereas I am getting more shy and blushing to see her face. She asked me to talk privately, and we both went traces of her home. when she walked towards me, she really looked beautiful, and I started smiling. I started conversations and told her, "Your saree looks very nice, and the material is soft. You look great in this saree." With my words bringing similes in her face, She asked why I am having long hair and I told her, I love to have long hair, she become surprised with my words but she is gives me a simile and she told she is happy to marry me, I felt very happy and agreed to marry her. Both families became happy and started to arrange our marriage.
Radhika (Friday, 27 January 2023 14:38)
After a few days I got a courier from priya and I felt happy about it. Then I got a call immediately and it is priya only. I picked up the phone and told her I had received a courier. She told me it was a gift from her side and asked me to open it, I became happy and opened the gift, it was clothes with a small ear stood. I became surprised because it's a kurtha legging. She asked me to wear it and meet her in restaurants, I agreed and told her I will wear both of them, she became happy and told me that, after dressed up wear small Marron colored bindi to your forehead it's looks very nice for you. I became surprised by her words, but I didn't want to make her sad and agree to wear it and meet her in sometime, she felt happy and cut the call.
I dressed in the kurtha leggings and wear earrings she sent along, then I went to my mother's room and searching for bindi, then my mother enters the room and asked me what are you doing, I told I want to meet priya and I am searching for bindi to wear, my mother became surprised with my words and asked me why I need wear bindi to meet her and ask me why I am wearing girly kurtha leggings. I told her everything, and she started laughing and teasing me. Then she told looks like priya started liking your girly side and she want to see you feminine, come let me help you and my mother did little makeup by putting mascara, bb cream, powder, eyeliner and little lipstick. I felt embarrassed and told my mother, "Is it needed?" She replied as she asked you to wear bindi, then she would definitely love to see you face with makeup and finally put small bindi to me and did my hair with loose hairstyle instead of ponytail.
When I looked my face in the mirror, the mirror is replied you looks beautiful, and no one will tell you you're a boy." I went to the restaurant where she asked me to meet, when I was waiting for her, she came to a restaurant in her bike and she dressed in black jeans and shrit. She is looking very handsome, and I felt me being a boy wearing kurtha leggings along with makeup, whereas she was a girl dressed in pant shrit and riding a bike.
She comes directly towards me with full confidence, and whereas I am feeling a little scared and shy to face and talk with her. She asked if I made you wait for more time, and I replied, not much with a shyly smile. She told, I will directly comes to point, I am a tomboy, because of that only my partner wants me to get married, when I denied they did emotionally blackmail, hence I agreed to see you, I thought of rejecting you, but I agreed to marry you because of your feminine side. I don't want to wear a saree and ve someone's wife, I want to be an independent, strong woman. You looks cute little pretty sweet boy who match to be someone's wife, hence I am asking you, if you're okay to be my wife and accept me as your husband I will marry you, you can be wear any number of saree kurtha, chudidhar and I am happy to spend on you my earns to make you looks beautiful, you no need to be earns for me, you just be in home, dressed pretty and traditional in saree and do household work like cooking my favorite food, make ready of my dress and shoe, washing my clothes and cleaning my eaten plates and cleaning home etc which housewife do for their husband. What will you say, deal or no deal.
I am completely shocked with her, I am too submissive in nature, and I don't. I simply like her dominant manly nature, and I am ready to submit myself and be her wife. I lowered my head with shy and low voice and full of respect towards her, I agreed to become her housewife and became more happy and started dancing fearlessly. I became happy and shy and smiling, closing my mouth.
Radhika (Friday, 27 January 2023 14:38)
We both discussed our discussion of who is husband and wife in our relationship with our parents and both side parents become shocked and initially they not agree, my father became angry on me and slapped me, I went inside my room and fall on my bed and started crying. I opened my phone and looked priya photos and started talking with her like, "I am helpless prince and waiting for my hero, strong princess to come to rescue me." Priya is a strong girl. She came to our home and talked with my father very boldly and promised him that she would take very good care of me.
Finally my partner agreed with my marriage I felt very happy. On the day of our wedding, girls dressed me in red bridal sarees and added golden jewelries like necklaces, bangles, and earrings. My long hair is neatly combed and tightly braided into single plates. It is decorated with flowers and big rond bindi on my forehead. I closed my face with shy when I saw my reflection in the mirror, and all girls started laughing and teasing me for it. I am a helpless beautiful bride man so simply accept that tease.
All the girls took me to the marriage hall and Priya is dressed in a dothi shirt and looking very handsome. She looked my eyes, and I blushed for it. When priest announced priya tried mangalyasutra around my neck and put sindoor on my braided partition, I officially become wife to her and now I am her property, she is my husband God and I fall to her feet for her blessings and she blessed me with pride. She is sitting in very pride and confident with up head, whereas I simply sit next to her, lowering my head with shy.
Radhika (Friday, 27 January 2023 14:39)
After marriage I went to my husband priya's house and I put my right leg to enter the house, then I light the lamp and take blessings of our in laws and elders.
All girls took me to separate room to make me ready for first night, I am feeling very scared, shy and equally happy that I am submitting myself to my Masculine woman. My femininity is flowing all over my body.
Priya sister gives me sexy bra and panties and told my sister will become happy to see you in this and she will enjoy you every bit of it, with her words my chiks become red with shy and blushing and she endlessly teasing me for it. She helps me to dress in Grey sexy saree and I am getting feeling of smoothness of bar, panties and petticoat rubbing my hairless soft body. I got little make and my hair braided and decorated with lots of flowers.
Everyone took me to priya's room and push me inside and locked the door outside, I am holding a milke glass in my hand and feeling very scared and shy, I couldn't able to see her and I lowered my head, I started walking towards her and looking her in the edge of my eyes and she dressed in dothi shrit and sitting in bed and smoking cigarette. She is looking very manly and she looking at me and enjoying my shyness and struggles.
I went near her and give her milk glass, while taking a glass she touched my hand and I get current shock with it, she is really a strong girl, I fall to her feet for blessing and she blessed me, then I sitting on floor near her leg with lowered my head and I am just seeing her feet. She lifted my face with her toes and I looked her face and closed due to shyness. She holds my shoulder and make me stand, I am still lowered my head with shy. She started kissing on my back which is exposed because of deep open of my blouse design. She spanked my round soft ass and push me to wall, she unpin my saree pullu and removed it. Then she holds my saree and push it in one hand and I am not strong enough infornt of her, rolled and my whole saree dropped and now I am just in blouse and petticoat, I Covered my arrond font side of blowed with my hands and lowered my head.
She then sit on the bed and ordered me to sit on her lap and I sit on her big lap like a little doll and she start to kissing my back and neck and started removing my blouse. One all hook of my blouse removed I am now just in my bar and petticoat, she removed my bar and ask me to stand, when I stand, she holds the petticoat tag and pulled it and my petticoat falls to ground, now I am just in my panties and I am blush with lots of shy, she is enjoying every bit of undressing me.
Then she lifted easily me and I put my hands around her neck and I am like a little cute doll in her strong arms. She put me on bed and started kissing all over body then lips. Then she downed my panties and I am just laying on bed with my legs wide apart and then she come over me and started banging me with her full strength and I am feeling very weak around my keens and started submitting completely to her and helplessly moaning for her strength.
Radhika (Friday, 27 January 2023 14:39)
Next day when I wake up early morning, my husband priya still having sound sleep, the red mark in my body shows how naughty that my husband priya is. She is really a Man in bed. I put my bar, panties and petticoat and dressed in saree, I went to bathroom and took a bath and after dressed in cotton red saree which holds good to wear in house and put some make up and added few bangles and braided my hairs. When I saw in the mirror my husband priya already wakeup and smoking cigarette and enjoying my beauty, I became shy and run outside of room. I cleaned house and put rangoli and made breakfast for myself husband and my housewife duties started.
Samantha (Saturday, 28 January 2023 01:26)
Nirmal...-2
Present ...
In these 8 years my hair grow very long, till my hips. To maintain this much long hair, I learned how to braid my hair. I was very fair. People think I am a girl seeing my long hair. Many people teased me for having long hair but I didn't care their comments.
I covered my hair with a cap and a coat. So they didn't see it. I was tired So mom asked me to fresh up. we went to our respective rooms. i took shampoo and conditioner and took bath and washed my hair. I was dripping wet hair and a wet t-shirt because of my wet hair obviously. suddenly mom came inside the room, She saw my hair and got shocked and asked about long hair , i said its long i wil tell you later. i started towel drying my hair and once it was 80% dry .Then she started brushing my hair with this wooden brush. She was full surprised to see my long hair. she just couldn't believe. I looked like a girl is some hair commercial with straight long hair. Then tied towel with hair. my SIL's came with food and they are also shocked while seeing my hair. i said ' i am hungry so they asked me sit in bed. they feed me . Then i showed my hair to SIL's also and they are also surprised.
kaviya braiding my long hair and reena watching and laughing while seeing me.We went to hall, My mom was watching TV. So i went to her facing my back to her, to show my long hair then I sat on the sofa beside her. She asked me to stand in front of her. I did just like she asked. She took my braid and pulled it and I shouted in pain. My mom realesd my long hair.I was sitting beside my mom. She asked about my job and marriage. I can see some joy in her face.
Then my mom decided to cook to tiffin and asked my SIL for the help. i said today i will cook for you guys but mom said i will help you, i said ok.
We went to kitchen and started to prepare lunch for us. After long i came to kitchen so i am seeing kitchen itesm. mom asked do you want any help? and i said yes. I asked her please me help me to find the ingrdiants. i took the vegetables , i started to cut them very fastly. She was surprised seeing me.i said her 'dont forgot i am chef and i have 5 years exprience.My mom asked me about my cooking skills. Soon we cooked the lunch and i arranged everything then i invited SIL's. We had our lunch.they are praising my cooking skills and i felt very happy and i said thanks to them and i became very emotional.Then mom came hugged and consold me.
After lunch we went my room and we started to speak very closely and i told my life exprience and they shared about brothers and thier life and i slept . In the eveningmom woked me up and I just came out of my room after having a nap in the afternoon. Reena is brushing her hair, i asked her , shall i braid your SIL ?. she said yes.i asked her sit on floor. I just sat on the floor. i sat behind her and started to brush her hair. i oiled her hair and started to massage the head.she said ' I loved it head massage. While i was braiding her hair. she asked me, do you like long hair? i immediately said yes and then asked me not to cut it. I smiled and said OK. After braiding her hair, mom saw her hair and she said nice hair style.Reena kissed me on my forehead and mom also kissed me. It was the happiest moment for me.i told them " 8 years i missed this pure love " and mom said we will compensate that 8 years now onwards.At the same time Kaviya SIL daughter Priya came from school. after 8 years i am seeing her , i know she cant remember me . Kaviya introduced me to priya but priya didnt care and she went her room. Kaviya said " sorry for priya attitude and i said her NO SIL it will take some time so i will not mind . she is my daughter so dont worry Kaviya and she said ok.
Samantha (Monday, 30 January 2023 00:32)
Nirmal..part-3
I was sitting in the living room and Kavya SIL asked me to come to eat. Then mother came there and told me that your father is still angry with you so after he had eaten he asked me to eat. I also said ok. I asked my sister-in-law that there is a reason that father is angry with me but I don't know why my brothers are angry. For that, sister-in-law will talk to your brothers only if your father likes you. She said that's why they didn't talk to you.I went up to the terrace to get some air while they ate. I went upstairs and Priya was standing there smiling and talking to someone on the phone. I went to her and said mom asked you to come eat. Immediately she asked me that you don't know, I am talking on the phone. I remained silent and then she left.I also went downstairs to invite my mother to eat. Father and brothers were sitting on the sofa and talking. Mom, I and sister-in-law were sitting and eating when I invited Priya to eat, then she saw me and all the ladies were eating together. She said I don't want to disturb, I will eat later. Dad and brothers who were sitting there laughed and I felt like ashamed. Kavya sister called Priya and slapped her saying that you should not talk to your uncle like this. Priya looked at me crying and asked if you are happy now. I silently got up and went to my room.
Mother told me that she is a little girl so don't take what she said seriously. I also said ok. The next morning Reena brought tea and woke me up. she was watching me drinking tea. I asked her what she is looking at .She said 'your beard is not growing well on your face and its not looking good . please shave the beard and that you will look beautiful. I said I can't. Sister-in-law called mother and told about this.Then mother asked me to remove the beard from my face. I also shaved my beard and came out from bathroom. Mom and sister-in-law looked at me and told me that I was beautiful but i dont like my new face. After breakfast I don't know what to do. simply siitng in home and i felt very boring.i went to kaviya SIL and we started talking at the same time mom & reena also joined with us. i started helping them out cutting vegetables, washing vessels while watching TV and days passed like this.
Days passed.. most of the time i am feeling boring . so i sat with mom and started to watch TV serials and I had no option but to join her but soon I got invested in them. Soon we started discussing serials all day. Life was running smooth.one day while watching Tv and talking to reena and suddenly. some one closed my eyes and I heard a voice from behind "hi priya , guess me ?".I was shocked to hear this.I tried to say i am not priya but the girl closed my mouth. Reena told her that it was not Priya and he is BIL Nirmal. Again She asked SIL who the girl was.I was shocked. Reena said you misunderstood he is not a girl but your uncle Vijay's younger brother Nirmal. The girl asked sorry and asked me to forgive her. Reena was shocked and looked at me without blinking and just burst into laughter. I shuck my head down and turned around and i went near reena and i begged her not tell to anyone and she said i will try then i went to my room. Kavya called me and introduced me to the girl. The girl's name is Divya and she said to kaviya what happened here, and I felt a little awkward. All three of them smiled at me.after some divya left .Aftet that Divya came to our house often but i didnt care about that but i liked her little. One day sister in law Reena asked me 'always you are staying at home and if you want, we both can go to a function. I said yes too. Before we went to the function we went to buy a bouquet. Then near coffee shop Priya talking with one guy and then she went with his bike.
We went to the show. Reena welcomed us in. After a while Reena's friends came and she was talking to them. They all came with their children. I told Reena that if Reena gets sad, she can leave before they ask. Reena also tells them and leaves. When she came home, Reena cried and told me that she would not go because of this. I comforted her by leaning her on my shoulder. We both went home.That night I told my friends about the phone call. Then a friend gave me the address of a doctor and told me to see him. I called the doctor and he told me about Reena and my brother. i spoke to reena about this and I asked her to give it one last try. If she also talks to her brother and tells me.After two days Reena says your brother agreed. I also told her you both go.If I come he won't come. they both went to hospital and doctor checked both and they came home. i called doctor and asked about test results . doctor said results normal but your SIL reena is little weak so doctor reffred some medicines and food items and asked as to follow one month . i said ok.
samantha (Monday, 30 January 2023 00:34)
Nirmal...Part-4
Next day I took Kavya sister-in-law and took Priya's scooty to buy the medicines prescribed by the doctor.we went to pharmacy and parked Scotty and suddenly one bullet bike stoped next to us when I saw I come to know that is female bike rider, I felt ashamed because being a boy I don't know how to rid a bike, when she remove helmet I was shocked because that female bike rider is Kaviya siter Divya, she word gym pant and shirt and riding a bike, she said hi , I also tell her hi, I asked her I am shock seeing you riding a bullet bike, she told from college days only she know how to rid a bike.suddenly kaviya said she is not my sister and she is like my brother.
We went pharmacy and bought medicines.
When we came out, Divya told us to go for snacks. We also said ok, while going, a bike came in front of me, so I went a little to corner side and some thron are there. Then we went inside the shop to have snacks. when we come out of shop Scotty is punctured and I can't rid it. I need to push my Scotty to 1 km to garage she told she will give me a company and both started she is pushing her bullet bike and I am pushing my Scotty and kaviya walking with us. I feel very embarrassing when people saw us and laugh, finally we reached garage but it is closed I called him from my mobile he told park Scotty at garage and take at evening, Divya told don't worry we can go with this bike and i said thanks but we will take auto . but divya forced us to come with her. Divya give me her bike and tell me to rid and they both will sit behind but I felt very ashamed to tell her I don't know bike ridding and put down my head she lift my head and laugh at me and told don't worry , I will teach you how to rid. Kaviya laughted very loudly and she said instead learning cooking better you would have learn bike riding. so tomorrow onwards dont watch serials learn bike ride. i got angry and i tried to push the bullet but I can't handle that much of weight and can't balance bullet bike, they both started to laughing and told you being a boy you can't balance a bike better you should rid Scotty pipe only that girly vehicles suits you .she is teasing me more I felt very ashamed embarrassing. I started to crying divya told don't cry and sorry she sitting on bike and started by one kick I can't handle it but she started in one kick we sit behind her and she take to our home. next day we collect scooty from that carbage.
At 11 pm, Priya was standing on the terrace and talking on the phone. I went to her and said that you are 16 years old now, so dont spoile your life in the name of love still time is there . in this age this is just attraction so please dont talk to boys from now on, it will be dangerous for you too. she told me that you don't tell me what to do, my father doesn't ask questions.aagin she said you have no right to question or advise me. she left the place.
The next day I told Reena that she should do what I say for one more month. She should eat what I give her and not eat anything without my knowledge. Reena also nodded her head. Since then I have been looking after Reena. I cooked her necessary food myself and medicines.
almost two weeks gone..Afternoon kaviya & my mom sleeping so me and reena were the most boring as we watched TV serials. Divya came to home . reena said kaviya sis was sleeping . divya said dont distub her and let her sleep. she came sat opposite to me. i became very silent.
i was seeing to SIL Reena.Divya was starring at me. Reena went to kitchen prepare coffee.“Hello, nirmal.” i forcibly smiled and she asked me ' can you pass the water bottle and i gave her and she touched my fingers.
she said Nirmal hands were as soft as girls’.
“You look so beautiful” i was not ready to hear anything like that.i felt ashamed to hear divya’s words. she smiled.
Again she said your skin is glowing. i said please stop it. she said “You deserve it, beautiful.”
Divya jokingly said the word to me.
“Now you’re teasing me.” i replied. at the same time reena came & escaped from her. After some she left the place and i became very happy.
one day doctor called and said come with your SIL and we will do the test and check her health. Next day we went hospital and doctor took some test and said now its ok . If you are ready we will try IVF treatment and reena can get pregnant and she can give child. then Doctor arranged everything for IVF treatment. after two we came to hospital with brother surya. doctor said injections will stimulate your ovaries to develop multiple eggs and she gave injection to Reena . She advised to not do hard work and take care very well and monitor BP daily basis. i said ok. we came to home and all are waiting for us. we infomed to family members. i took responsible for reena health .
Alisha (Monday, 30 January 2023 04:46)
Bhabhi turned me into a girl part 1
Hey My name ish Amish and I am 22 year old guy with slight of fat in my body and doing Job in Delhi I have a neighbour whose name is Trisha she is the wife of an army man and almost lived alone because his husband is at the border. So we were friends and neighbours she use to hang out with him I mean she is like an elder sister to me .I forgot to mention I have long hairs till shoulder .so one day we were having fun she just grab my hairs and said "Aaj to teri me choti banaungi ( let me braid your hairs today)" I also replied just for fun " Okay Lekin sundari dekhni chahiye"( okay make it beautiful) She said just wait and she made two braids and when I look in the mirror I was looking like a teenage girl she said wait and put a bindi on my face and said " bas ek dress ki. Kami h baaki to tu ladki ban gyi"(No you are almost a girl) I said " how about saree" she replied" Ohho Choti bante hi ladki ab aurat banna chahti hai"(now you wanna become women) I was blushing after hearing that. She said" ab sharma bhi rahi h " I said please bhabhi don't tease me...
She said wait let me take one of my saree for you and went to her home
Smantha (Monday, 30 January 2023 23:39)
Nirmal ...part - 5
Almost 20 days gone...again we went to hospital for check & again they injected some medicines. then doctor said after 16 day we can do preganancy test. we said ok..one day while we talking reena pointed something thing out.
SIL: Nirmal did u notice something?
Me: what?
SIL: you are basically me without a husband and kid.
*shocked*
Me: what!?
SIL: let me explain ok. So you wake up prepare food, eat, wash clothes, chit chat with the ladies, watch serials, talk about serials. So basically you are a housewife with out a husband.
*sarcastic laughs*
I started blushing not knowing how to react. Well technically speaking she is right because that's all what I do all day. I just laughed and shrugged my shoulders trying not make matters worse and avoid any further discussion. i said " because of you i doing cooking and i am watching serias for you comapnay otherwise i will not watch serials. reena smiled and said really because of u r doing all things right . i said yes. then kissed my head and said thanks .
Night I finished the work and went upstairs. Priya was sitting there. I went near her thinking whether to talk or not. i called her name 'Priya' ,she turned, tears came from her eyes. I asked her what happened and she was crying and hugged me. Again i asked what happend? . Priya said " priya lover and his friends were threatening me for money. He said that " he want some money if i will not give the money, he will send all the photos to my father and grandfather and in this some photos e took together. I told her not to tell anyone about this, ask him how much money he wants, ask for some time. We will think what we can do about it. Priya also said ok. Next day Priya told me that they want 5 lakhs. I aksed how many days they give to arrange the money. she said they gives 2 days for that, then she told me that it is only 5 lakhs and I will ask my father and i will give it them. I said no and i told " if u will give money but they will not give all photos ryt. so we need theft all mobiles from them. She also said yes. I asked Priya if they all go out to eat or drink juice together, Priya said they will go for juise shop on daily. so i told her we can mix sleeping pilss in juice and once they slept . Then we will steal their phones. We planned accordingly and stole those phones.
The next day Priya did not come home after a long time after school. Everyone was nervous at home. My bro Vijay was scolding Kavya SIL. I told him to stop scolding my sister-in-law and find Priya. Then we told the police. I caught the boy who was also studying with Priya and asked where Priya was. I went to that place alone and it was their school and i searched all classes. i called her name and i heard cring sound and uts was priya. i broken the lock & saved priya. i called to police and i shared my live location to them. we came down and walking towards gate , suddenly those boys who came there saw us. i got angry but they are 5 students .i cant to anything. One boy said that tomorrow you should give us 5 lakh money and our phones. Priya asked me to beat them. I told her not to fight now. she said I didn't know you would be so scared. I slowely went to priya scooty. i started suddenly one bike hitted us. i fell down and my leg was fractured and I could not walk. at the same time the police came there and arrested them, I told the police not arrest them and if they will do again u can put in to jail and police beated them and they give warning. Priya stared at me. I requeted police and priya don't tell anyone what happened here. i said to polce if my family ask anything just tell them, while comint to home Priya fell down on the way, one person admitted her to the nearest hospital and her phone was switched off . They also said yes. Priya and I went to the hospital and bandaged my leg and went home. The police also said the same to my famil as I said. Everyone was shocked to see me. Mother took me slowly to my room. That night Vijay came to me and apologized. I said why, Priya told me what happened. I said him you don't have to apologize to me and u need ask sorry to Kavya. then he asked apologized to sister in law and sister in law cried and hugged him.
Samantha (Monday, 30 January 2023 23:55)
Nirmal....part- 6
That night Priya slept in my room. The next morning when Priya woke me up and gave me coffee, I was drinking coffee and Divya quickly came to my room. Divya was crying and asked what happend and still its was in pain. I said no problem. Then she sat next to me and held my hand and said when you got hit I got panicked and i said ok..nothing to woory and small fracture. She took my mobile and saved her number. Then she said call me if you need anything . I also said ok, Then she came near me again and kissed me and she left. Priya was watching all this. I thought I had to deal with priya now. I tried to tell her by then she said I understand you don't need to say anything and left.Before this only Reena used to sit alone but from now on I also had to sit with her.
Every day Priya sleeps with me and takes my mobile and sends messages to Divya. She will buy and eat what she needs by calling my name sending massage to divya. It was only then that I realized how much she liked me. Priya also often teased me. one day The doctor called and asked Reena to come to the hospital to take pregnancy test. Next day renna & surya they went hospital . doctor check reena and said she is pregnant . we all very happy. reena & surya said special thanks to me . Doctor advised us take care very care fully. mom said ok. Reena cried and gugged me tightly. she said " because of you i got pregnant and i feeling very happy , i cried and hugged her too. The next day everyone in the house went to temple and worshiped. An old man in that town told father and mother to marry 60th marriage function while they are happy. We also said yes. We all came home.
one week passed ...now i can able to walk so i walked slowly.priya came to my room and she asked me cook any werten style. so i plan to prepare pasta. i walked towards the kitchen. at the same time divya came and she aslo asked pasta. i started to cook pasta. divya said ' back side he is look like girl ryt. priya said “You’re right Aunty, I sometimes think she’s not my uncle. She’s my Aunty like you”. i got angry and i told i am not going to cook. Divya stopped me and said “Why nirmal, what did priya say wrong. You are no less than a girl. Besides, you look feminine.” my cheeks turned red with shame. priya said “You’re right Aunty. I’d rather call her Nirmala aunty from today.” i did not stand for another moment. Priya and divya both giggled and laughed. i went to my room.
i am angry on priya & divya ...i didnt speak to Priya and i didnt answer to divya call and massages.Sunday all are in home and my dad asked us to come hall.Then my dad said " i want to discuss about our 60th marriage to all" and he said that he had already spoken to priest and fixed the date. He said that he can get married at the end of this month. He asked my brothers to do all the necessary work. Didn't tell me anything. I retuned to my room. priya asked me " where are you going aunty ?. i said Stop calling me aunty”? she told ” he he he,You look like lady,now Your hair is longer than mine.Which gives you a more feminine look” and i said i dont want speak you.i left.
My brothers are arranging everything for marriage. still they have invite all family friends & bussiness colleagues. on anather side ladies helping to buy all pooja things and dresses for everyone. till 10 days is there for marriage.
One day priya came to my room.i was sleeping.she woked me up and she said “Good afternoon,Nirmala aunty” and i said dont irratate me and Now tell me why you came to disturb me” “Aunty,I disturb you. you could tell me that.I won’t talk to you anymore.” i said yes and your distubing me and irretateing me . priya face became very dull and she left the room. Then mom came to room and asked me to join with them. i cant refuse her. so i went with her. It was around 5:30 p.m, when we left the house. we went to the mall. all are went differet sectoin and i am waiting in sofa. After 3 hours they came with some sarees and westrn cloths.
Next day evening taylor came to take measurement for blouse. priya came to my room and she is forcing me to wear saree on marraige. Priya said That’s why we took you shopping with us yesterday.” i got angry and shouted at priya. At the same time mom entered the room and she asked whats going on here. Kaviya SIL came inside asked mom " shall i ask the taylor to leave ". mom asked him to wait. Mom said that " I also want to see my daughter Nirmala today.i was startled. mom was addressing the daughter and calling me as Nirmala. i said “You are all together, Try to understand mom, family frineds and outside guests will also come. What will they say and dad will not accept”. mom said “I will explain to your father. And the guests who will come will see my daughter Nirmala, not nirmal.”
Samantha (Wednesday, 01 February 2023 11:52)
Nirmal...Part 7
I told them no. Then I asked them to leave the room. Mom came near me and held my hand I have only one wish and that is to see you as a girl one day.again she said this is the right time and said 'I want you to be my bridesmaid in my wedding' but while hearing this my male ego prevented it and i shouted at my mom then all are left my room. Overnight I decided to leave home. while leaving home that night, my father saw me. Dad called me and said he wants to talk to me. We went upstairs.
Dad asked me to do just one small favor for him. I asked what. He said' Asking you to fulfill my wife's wish, I said no. Dad said to me "we wanted a girl child but you were born". So I was disappointed but your mom was happy. When you were growing up you learned all the housework like girls so when I saw you it was like seeing my daughter. I asked your mother to raise you as a girl but she refused it and she said "if i raises my son as a girl for our happiness in future everyone will tease him and my son will suffer in future. If we see a girl of your age, it will be like seeing you ". dad asked me how could you think she is humiliating you before everyone and pls try to understand & think about it.
i want tell you one secret and nobody know even your mother also. Your brothers only know how to do business, they don't know anything about relationships. Your brothers stole the money without my knowledge and started a new business outside but it was a loss and till now they didn't tell me and I didn't ask about it. If I had asked about that money, we would all be separate today. i was afraid that your brothers would betray you. thats why i told you to study MBA but you told me that you will not study MBA and I got into a fight and asked you to leave the house. Your mother has not spoken properly to me since you fought with me. After a long time your mother came to me today and cried telling me about her wish that's why I came to talk to you. Then she told me that this is your mother's last wish. I also thought and said that I will do it for my mother.
I went to my room and there both Reena and Kavya were standing. They also asked me to be a woman for one day only. I told them I would think about it. Next day I woke up and got ready. After braiding my long hair and i put bindi on my forehead. My mom was sleeping her room. i went with coffee and i woked up and i gave coffee to her. As expected my mom was surprised to see my long hair and bindi. She asked me to stand in front of her.My mom took the bangles and started to put them to my hands. They fitted nicely. Soon my both hands are filled with bangles. My mom kissed me on my forehead and requested me not to remove them. I just gave artificial smile and said OK. When I saw in the mirror, I was looking like a girl with long hair.Finally placed a flowers on my long hair.
Tears rolled in her eyes. I too got emotional seeing my mom in tears. I asked her, are you happy to dress me like a daughter.? She smiled and said yes.
Even though, i said her " I didn't like to wear a saree. For my mother's love, I would do anything. Even if I have wear sarees for rest of my life " . she started to cry and i hugged her tightly and i said dont cry. Everyone in the house looked at me with surprise. Priya comes near me and says Nirmala aunty you look beautiful in this outfit and flower. She made me stand and took a photo. Then she came near me and asked me to send this photo to Divya. I said I should not send it to her and if you send it then I will never talk to you. Priya says she asked me just for the fun. I said ok too. Mother came from the room and saw them and said no one should tease my daughter. Everyone said yes. mom asked Priya to bring one of her chutdar. If Priya brings it and gives it to me, mother asked me to put it on and see. I also tried it and it was correct. I was afraid to go out wearing a sudidhar. Mom took me out and everyone looked at me and said I was fine.
Samantha (Wednesday, 01 February 2023 11:58)
Nirmal ...Part -8
t was 3 Pm that afternoon and my mother had asked the priest to come and pierce my ears. He also came at exactly 3 o'clock. Mother took me and made me sit in front of her. I got scared when I saw the needle in his hand. Priya was taking a video on her mobile phone. Then when my mother signaled to him, he pierced my two ears and put small wearings. I tried to got up and mom told me topierce my nose on the left side. I said no but she didn't listen. He pierced my left side nose. Priya was enjoying watching me throbbing in pain. If mother brings a medicine and pours it on the painful place, then it does not hurt at all. She applied that medicine for two days and then there was no way. Friday Mom told me we have to go to temple so you have to wear half saree and I said ok.
The next morning I took a shower and was waiting in the room. Mother brought a box and a dress. Mother put bra on me first. Then tie the skirt and then put on the jacket and she tied half saree, then she pinned pleats the back of the shoulder. Then she told me how to fix the saree if goes down. Then she took out the jewels from the box and said that this is what your grandmother gave me and I will give it to you. Mom braided my hair and filled with flowers, hands with matching bangles, anklets, earrings , nosering and a necklace. Finally placed a bindi on my forehead.after that she applied some basic foundation and liptick. then she asked me to stand infront her. she scanned top to bottom and she smiled and she said " You look just like the girl." It was embarrassing to hear all this. Mother looked at me and said that I have never seen a beauty like you. Then sister-in-law and Priya who came there looked at me with open mouth. They also told me I was beautiful. I bowed my head in shame when Kavya told me that if men saw you, they would be mesmerized by your beauty. when we came out Dad smiled when he saw me as we all went out.
We went to the temple and spend some time there. we came to home. Afternoon Priya and I were talking at the time Divya came. When I saw her I ran to my mother's room. I called Priya and asked her not to tell about my presence. She also said yes. Divya went to my room looking for me and asked Priya about me. Priya told that my uncle has gone to the outstation, her face became pale when she heard that. Then Divya left.
Days passed... The next day morning was the wedding so today Priya took me to the beauty salon. .The girl in the parlor greets me with a smile.Then she asked me to sit on chair and started to give facial on my face . After that she started do tweezing and waxing. Another girl one began pedicure. The facial & bleach has been completed. The pedicure & manicure has already done. Then one of them begins to apply nail police. The other lady begins works on eyebrows. She gives them very thin shape. She applies foundation on face. The eyeliner, mascara, blushes on cheek, lipstick, lip gloss, lip liner, all these are applied on my face for the first time. then finally they completd and we came to home.
Tomorrow a new day for my mom , a new life will start. Everyone was excited. all relatives will come with family. Stil some works are pending. The ladies were in charge of the decoration and guest list while the gents were in charge of catering. The Garden was being decorated for the marriage. From the morning everyone was busy.
Samantha (Wednesday, 01 February 2023 12:00)
Nirmal...Part-8
Next day early morning my father & brothers got ready but we are still waiting for beautician gilrs. Finaly 5 am beautician girls came to our home. 3 girls went to mom room and they doing mack up for mom.i wore blouse and petticoat.. The blouse had lace sleeves that reached the elbow and a sweetheart neckline.then, With the help of the parlor girl, i wear the saree. It was a light shade of pink with the heavier embroidery. The saree. itself had a modern design. It was snug from my hips to my knees showing off my curves. There were pleats right below the knee causing the saree to flare slightly at the bottom..girl has applied kajal on my eyes. the girl hung the diamond earrings in my ears. Then she put the necklace around my neck, i wore a bangle with both hands to match the saree.she put a Bindi on my head . i was look like a Queen.i looked very pretty… When i was looking at himself in the mirror. i cant belive my eyes. Then finally she completed mackup. then i went to my mom room and she is waiting for me. my mom looks very beautiful and looking good and we both took some photos. mom ,me, SIL & priya all took one family photo.
priya said us, Many people had come for the wedding. I went outside and saw Divya with her parents. Divya is wearing anarkali suits , she is looked beautiful too. While I was looking at her, I got a call from her. I never took it. Divya was wandering around looking for me, I followed her without knowing her. Divya asks Kavya about me and she says he will be here for that. It was a sad to see her looking for me.
Dad came and sat on the wedding table, then priest was chanting mantras. he asked my sister-in-law if the bride was ready. I immediately went to my mother's room. When priest told me to bring the bride in the next 5 minutes, I took my mother and went to the wedding hall. I stood next to my mother on the wedding table. Divya looked at me and I hided behind kaviya. Divya was looking at me and I was hiding and saw her. Then when priest said Ketimelam, father took mangalsutra and tied it around mother's neck. Divya beckoned me to ask if I would tie a mangalsutra to you, I put head down.
Then I took my mother to eat. I went out to wash my hands. When Divya saw me I ran fast so that she chased me. i dont know where i was running, I got stuck on e place and nobody is there. Divya looked at me and said, "Nirmala, you are very beautiful, if I knew you would come in a saree, I would have come in a pant and shirt. You look like a beautiful in a saree and she said, I want to bite you like that. She came near me and gently pressed her hand on my waist. I closed my eyes. The feeling of her warm breath on my face was good. Divya just hugged me and kissed my lips, I forgot myself and hugged her.
After a while I came to my senses and tried to run away from her. But she held my hand. Then she pinched my waist again. I told her that mom will look for me and I have to go. She stood at the door and said go. Only one person can go through that door and I had no choice so I went out rubbing her. Again she chased me and I ran and when she caught me my jacket was torn. I ran to my mother's room crying. Then I changed my clothes. I don't know where I put my phone in this tension.i knnow Divya will call me but i forget where i put my phone and i couldn't pick up the phone if she called me, I don't know what she was thinking.
Samantha (Thursday, 02 February 2023 07:28)
Nirmal...Part 9
The wedding went well and everyone left. Only our relatives were there. Dad had organized a small get-together to night. So I went to take rest. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, sister-in-law Reena came to my room. I asked what is the matter and she told me to sit down. Reena's sister-in-law called her brother on phone and he answered. Reena asked him about" bro u r asked about one girl right and just tell me about her" .he said a girl came with aunt as a bridemaid and I like her very much and I asked about her and tell me who is she . Reena's sister in law asks him why your asking about her. he says that she is very beautiful and I want to marry her. When I heard this, I was shocked and did not know what to say and i asked her to cut the call. Then Reena sister-in-law told him that she will enquiry about her and i will tell you and she cut the call. Reena smiled at me and then she told me that she knows that boys will be fell love with your beauty but you see my brother wanting to marry you. We don't know how many other men like you like him and then she said " pls tell how many boy's are proposed you ". I looked at her with angry but what's she is telling right. I was a bit scared.
That day evening i was searching divya but i could not find her . kaviya SIL said she went to out and she will come before starting the function. At the same time Priya came and handed over one light pink color Anarkali suit and i said ok.. i went to my room and i fresh up and i tried dresses.It was having only an inch of sleevs but it was having little deep neckline in front and my back was almost half exposed line with one knot of two lases. Though it was good fit at may chest but again it was very girly and this time it was almost touching ground. It was also having one dupatta which was of see through material and of course one skin tight pant. I wore the dress but could not tie the knot which was at my back. I was trying knot but i cant able to do. no one is there near by , Then again i was trying to tie the knot but was not getting it.
I heard priya voice she was talking with someone.so i went to near door and I called her "Priya please come in I need your help" she heard and come near door. she said just 5 minutes and i will come. i opend door little bit that no body was there. i sat on bed and waiting for priya . i heard priya voice shall i come in and i said yes but divya came inside but i didnt notice . She asked me stand away from mirror and she said "Oh my god you are looking gorgious, i said 'dont lie priya and she said no no you are looking stunning and then she said I was not known my would be future husband is this much beutiful." i got shock and i turned back its divya. I blushed and hide my face in my hand. She then teasingly said " Oh ho Don't shy I am your future Wife" I then shouted " stop it divya" She then said " OK OK what you needed" i then turned back and asked her to tie knot looking at my exposed back she could not resist herself and started rubbing her on my back , I then tried to go away from her but she hold me from back. Now my boobs were in her hands she sqizing my boobs ant started to kiss me on my neck and back. I also getting arosed i closed my eyes and was totally in her strong arms aand at her mercy. she then after 2-3 minute of playing turned me, and kiss me on my lips her hands were on my on my ass. she then lifted me in her strong arms i was now in the her strong arm almost 8 to 10 inch above the floor. After some time i got my sences back and now i tried to escape from her and this time i sucesceeded. I said blushingly "My dear wife still there is some time first you have to marry me". she " then let's go i want marry you today only" I blused and said blushing " Shut up and this time only tie the knot".
Divya followed me till the end of the function and I told her not to follow me, she didn't listen. Kavya SIL is looking at us. On the other hand, Reena's sister's younger brother also follows me wherever I go. I told this to sister Reena but she didn't care about and she said enjoy nirmal .I told him don't follow me but he didn't listen either. I don't know what to do. Divya is seeing us from Long distance. first i thought I need to stop him follow me.
Suddenly he take some thing from her packet and it's a ring. he asked will you marry me? and i dont know how to react . Divya came here and she saw this proposing scene and she got angry and left. he tried to put the ring in my hand. i called to reena SIL and asked to come here and we both explained to him why i am doing like this . Then he asked sorry to me and left. now i need to convince divya but priya said already she left . i tried her mobile number but not reachable. function is over and everyone left but i am thinking about divya and i slept .
Samantha (Thursday, 02 February 2023 08:58)
Nirmal...part-10
I have been trying to talk to Divya for two days now but she is not receiving my calls.i got angry on myself .Next day Morning Kavya SIL came to room and she asked me why are you sitting like this. I told her nothing and i am not feeling well. I am tired to go out..Kaviya stopped me and she said " I want to speak a personal matter". I looked at her with confusion and asked "What SIL". She said "Do you want to marry Divya". I was surprised how she know that. But i dont know what to say. She continued "Dont lie. I want to help you. Thats why i am asking you. If you have an intension to marry her then tell me. Otherwise no problem". I thinked some moment and said yes . She smiled and said that is easy...
I was surprised and looked at her face. She said "Believe me. you tried to nice impression on her mind. She speaks about you with me. I think that she is much impressed by you. I think it may be easy. My father already accepted your love. No problem on that. But before that we need to convince your dad and i said that is very easy and i will convince and she asked how ? , that you leave it SIL. She asked what happend between me and divya and i said her everything.
I talked about the next thing that how to impress. I asked about what are the interests, likes, dislikes of divya. She gave all the details. Finally she said "Divya likes a boy who dressed like girl". I was shocked. I asked "What you are saying". She said "Ya. She always like crossdressing and thats y she fell in love with you. now i understood about her.
Kaviya asked me to do cross dressing again.I looked SIL with fear. She said "Yes Nirmal. She like crossdressing. so u need dress like girl". I said "ok . She asked "Are you ready to do this for your love". I asked what SIL. She asked "Do you have boldness to manage divya and her friends individually". I said "Sorry SIL. I cant understand what is the meaning you mention". She said "Divya like forced crossdressing. We will stimulate her to forcibly crossdress you by her. Do you manage that situation individually". I asked "I dont know SIL. But i want Divya to love me back ". She said "Ok. I know about her mentality. She is entirely different from other girls. She is so possessive.I said "Ok . I need some time to think. Shall i take sometime". She said ok.
Then when Kavya was leaving she looked at me and said if you are ready to do Cross dressing and i will be with you. I said ok leave well.
Kavya told me that Divya likes your cooking so cook for her and give it to her. Try this everyday but you need to wear saree while going to office. I thought about it for a while but had no choice. The next day I cooked and took food to Divya and i wored saree to impress her. When I came out my mom saw asked about food and suddenly kaviya came and saved me. When I reached office security asked me sit outside. Kaviya called and asked about situation. I said her I was not allowed inside. I was sitting in reception.. kaviya said it's 2 clock so directly go to divya cabin. I saw watch It was two o'clock so I got up and went to her room. She was working on the computer. I went inside and told her to wash hands and i will arrange food to eat. She asked me " suddenly why you are brought food for me ". I said daily your eating outside food and it's not good for health. Divya said i don't want this food and i will canteen and she asked me take the food back . I asked her to wash her hands again. She said I am not hungry, i said her i feeling hungry if you will eat this food and i will also eat otherwise I will not eat food. Then. I put the food on the plate and put it in front of her. When she said no, I saw her and told her that I will eat only after you eat. She started eating. I took her hand and put it on my hips while eating but there was no emotion on her face. Then when she finished eating I gave her my saree apron to wipe her hands. Then I gave her a kiss on the cheek.Then she looked at me and told me to leave quickly and never come here again.Next day I went to Divya's office while taking food. Everyone there asked me who I was. I told them that I am going to marry Divya. One girl asked you are Divya's wife or husband and I said that's u decide it. Divya grabbed my hand and dragged me to her room. What will the people in the office think of me and she ask me angrily and again who asked to tell you we both are going to get married. I told her I am already decided. Then I came home after serving food.
Samantha (Saturday, 04 February 2023 01:00)
Nirmal..Part - 11
A week passed like this but Divya's mind never changed.One day while taking food to Divya, I fell down and my hand was bleeding. I just went to Divya's office. Seeing the blood on my hand, Divya came to me asking what happened. Then she herself gave medicine. Then I served her food and she looked at me and I didn't understand. Then i took her hand and put it on my hips. I asked her still your in anger on me . Divya said to me that I will answer with the gift you will give me on my birthday but she said i will give you big gift on tomorrow. I know tomorrow divya birthday. I said ok too.
Divya told me that you have to stay with me for the whole day. When I got home I was thinking of what gift to give her. I asked my mother and Kaviya for their ideas and I thought that they would give any ideas but no use. That evening Priya and I went to the mall to buy gifts. I seen tattoo shop. I went and put a tattoo in my breast as Divya & Nirmal. but priya suggested me put Divya & Nirmala inside the heart symbol. same i told to that boy and he put tatoo Divya & Nirmala inside heart symbol. priya said its looking nice.
Next day morning I took bath and I put my blouse which is low neck it shows cleavage well with tattoo is shown and i wored mom saree. I put matching bangles, ear rings and anklets. I wore all of them. Mom came into the room. She was behind me and saw me in the mirror. She was stunned. I blushed put my head down. Then she came close to me and kept her hand on my navel from back and pressed me against her. Then she turned my head back towards her and started kissing my forehead. Then she let me sit down on chair in front of mirror and started applying make up. She did a little make up and lipstick and also made a nice hairstyle with my shoulder length hair. I was looking gorgeous.mom said I am more beautiful than her. I got tears in my eyes. I thanked my mom and hugged her. Then she kept jasmine flowers on my head. I looked like a bride. Mom blessed to win my love back. I went to divya office.
Divya office colleagues are teasing me and you are looking beautiful in this saree. divya also came but she didn't said anything about my dress and i got little disappointment. We went to divya cabin. She said i just wanted you to be with me all day. But I have a condition. I asked what. Divya says that still she is angry on me so she came with decision. Divya told me " Morning to evening 5 PM she will do and as per my wish and after 5 Pm i need to ful fill her wish.Today is divya birthday so I didn't want to hurt her so I said ok. She asked me to think and again i said ok. Then i said first we will go temple. When we came from cabin. som e people said we both are made for each other. i said thanks to them . We went to temple. After the temple we both went to watch a movie. After finishing the movie, we went little walk holding our hands and i enjoyed every minutes. Its almost 5.30 Pm so divya told its my time so we need to some place . I said ok and i thought she will take some special places but she went to unisex beauty parlor. We went to inside the parlour. One girl came and take to room. She gave me a purple coloured gown which was three inches above my knees. It has straps at shoulders without sleeves and a V cut at middle at the chest region. I told her that I can't wear that dress. She said that Divya mam brought that dress for you . I don't know what to do now. If I will ask her and she will get upset. I thinked some time Then I agreed to wear. I wondered why she wanted me to wear the dress . I wore silk panty and bra and then the dress . She stuffed my bra so that it may look like I have breasts. As the bra and the gown were tight my chest got pushed up and it appeared like I have a cleavage. Most of my body was exposed to the cool air and it felt awesome without any hair on my skin. My tattoo is visible very clearly. I got very shy and i dont have guts to go out.
Then the give gave me a necklace, bracelet, a purse (which contained a small mirror and lipstick) and four inch heels. Then we came out of the room. Divya already waiting outside . Divya saw me and got shocked. I too shocked and she cutted hair like boys and wearing shoots matching my dress color . The told me that I am the most sexiest woman she saw.i felt very shamed and i put my down. Then we went out. She took my hand in her hand and took me to car. She opened the front door of the car for me and let me sit. She drove the car to pub. I was very much scared and nervous as this is the first time I have come out in the public wearing sexy dress..
Samantha (Saturday, 04 February 2023 01:04)
Nirmal...Part - 12
As we reached the pub I checked myself in the car's mirror and adjusted my hair. Divya opened car door for me and offered her hand to support me so that I can walk comfortably in the heels. I was very conscious and constantly kept checking my dress as it was only upto my mid thighs and it was raising due to wind. Also my bra straps were visible. As we entered the pub, many men were looking at me without blinking their eyes. I was nervous because of the too much attention on me. When went inside i saw priya was standing and waiting for us. I got shocked and i can't escape now. I tried to hide but divya is not allowed to leave. In said hi to priya . priya teased me saying that I had already made many fans for my beauty. Then took some photos and she teasing me lots. I requested her don't show this photos to mom and SIL. She said i will try aunty but u look very sexy in this dress and don't allow any men to touch you if you allowed then your chapter is over . They both laughed.i felt vey ashamed. Priya said congrats to divya and she left. Divya asked me to dance with her. I said I don't know how to dence. She said i will teach you. Then we both went to the dance floor and started dancing. She took my left hand in her right hand. I placed my other hand on her shoulder and she placed her other hand on my waist. The DJ was playing some romantic songs. She was leading me and I followed her dance steps. As the dance progressed she started pulling me towards her. Its public place i feeling awkward . I started to stop her from pulling me closer. But she was too strong. I didn't want to create a scene there. So I didn't stop her from then. As we were so close our bodies were touching each other and I could feel her hot air on face. The she pulled me even closer.. Then she bent down and started kissing my lips. I tried to stop her but she was too strong. I hesitated at first but started enjoying the kiss and after sometime I started kissing back.I forgot the world and was enjoying. Then suddenly the songs stopped playing and I came back to this world and stopped kissing her and pushed her hard. I saw some people are seeing us and making noise. I ran into the ladies room. My lipstick was all over my face. I washed my face and put light make up and lipstick which were in the purse beautician girl gave me. Then I went outside. Before saying anything she said I couldn't control myself. You were too sexy. I promise this won't repeat again". I said " It's okay. I can understand. But please don't repeat this in public place. She.asked if it's private place i can you right. I said her " i didn't meant it " pls try to control your self. She said ok.I said her and i am feeling hungry. The we went to the near by hotel and we went little long drive. We went beach and she parked car and we came out. I was sat above frot. The she asked about birthday gift. I told her to find out and i gave clue its in body. She was searching and finally she asked me to close my eyes. I asked why. Just close it. I closed my eyes and she kissed my chest where I put my tattoo. She said it's beautiful and it's suits you. Again she rubbed her hand on my shoulder and i asked her to stop. Then we went walk in beach. We walked on the beach and we holded Our hands and we walked little distance., This is sweet memories of us.i asked her about her surprise. She asked me " you want know about my surprise right " and i said yes. Then we went to one place and she said it is my favorite house and after marriage i want live with this house with my lovable person. I asked her this is your surprise. she said no and something else there..While we were talking, the two girls came inside and i had seen at the beauty parlour in the afternoon. I smiled at them. Divya asked them to prepare me. I asked why. Today is our first night and this is my surprise gift. They come decorate you.I will not agree. I said all this after marriage. She asked me " i am girl and i agrees to that, but boy why you are afraid. I said pls don't force me and I will agree for this. Divya's face got sad then she said to me ok I will get you a car and you go home.I told her come will go together. She said you gave me a nice gift on my birthday. Please leave andi want to be alone for some days. So please don't disturb me until I become normal. I know she got hurt and i don't know what to do. So i agreed for her wish. Then i went with beautician girl. Then beautician girl made me sit in front of the mirror and started applying make up. She had put a light foundation, pink blush on my cheeks and red lipstick.
She had made a nice hairstyle with my hair. She then gave me the red silk saree with orange borders with matching blouse, bra, panty, bangles, ear rings, anklets and jasmine flowers. Then I wore bra and blouse and i put on the bangles, ear rings and anklets. That girl help to wear saree. She place lot of flowers on my hair.
Samantha (Saturday, 04 February 2023 01:20)
Nirmal..Part -13
Beautician girl escorted me until the room and they both teasing me for my first night.i felt my head down due to shame. I went into the bed room and it's already decorated with lots of flowers. . She lifted me with her both hands and placed me on bed. Then she slept over me and started kissing my lips and squeezing my navel. She slowly went down and started kissing my neck and then my navel. I was moaning while she was kissing my navel. This is so much better than I kissing her navel. She then opened my blouse, removed bra and started sucking my nipples. Actually I used to do breast exercises. I was literally in heaven. Then its my turn to return the favour. I removed her Tshirt and sucked her boobs. She is a goddess. Then I removed her pant and licked her pussy and finally I entered into her. This is the best sex I had in my life. Both the male and the female in me got satisfied. Then we fell asleep.
I woke up in the morning and divya is not there and i searched her but maid said she went outside.
The maid handed me Tea and also gave me a piece of paper . in this paper " Hi nirmala thanks for your gift and my wish also fulfilled and one more thing I want to be husband after my marriage and i can't ask you be my wife . So please forgive me and I am not your type . once again i asking my apologies. I wish you and you will get good girl and who is worth for your love. I am not worth for your love " by divya. I tired to reach her phone but she is not receiving my calls and i started to cry loudly and hitting myself. Then i calm down myself and i went search divya . But I can't able to find divya so I went to temple and i sat down there and waiting her call.. After one hour i got call from divya and i didn't pick her calls. After 30 minutes divya find me and she came near me. I told her not to come near me. She came and sat beside me. I cried and pushed her away.She tried to talk to me and I told her that I didn't really want to talk to her.She told me that I don't want to be a girl, but when I saw you, I fell in love with you.You also started loving me and I tried many times not to see you but I couldn't.I understand that I can't be without you. I thought I shouldn't hurt you .I know you wear women's clothes for your mother wish and i know how much sufferinh doing this. I don't want to ask you to be my wife.That's why I decided to leave you.I asked her why did you come here after that if you decided to leave me.
She was silent, I looked at her and asked her " you are knowing that I can't leave you and that's y you doing like this. Whether i told you i can't be your wife. You have decided everything by yourself and now you are blaming me. Divya then asked me if you agree to be my wife. I said no. Then she grabbed my hand and made me stand before God. She swore to me that she would never leave me again. Then i close my eyes and prayed. Suddenly she tied mangalyasutra around my neck I am completely shocked seeing this and water is coming on my eyes and i dont know how to react. I told Divya that I don't know what to say and manage in our house. she told me she will take care of it but still have fear and how i am going to face my family.
Divya take me to home. We were about to reach my home and I started having butterflies in my stomach, how will mother react when she will see all the changes in my look. We entered our home all are shocked to see with mangalsutra and sindoor on fore head. Divya said " Infornt of my family and proudly say she is the one who tied mangalyasutra around around my neck and make me her housewife and she is husband. I can't have that much guts and lowed my head and stand behind her holding her strong hand in feminine manner. Seeing us my mother agreed and I went and hug her my mother and cry.
My dad asked all to sit in sofa. My mom asked me to make some tea for all of us. I make tea for everyone. I took tea and biscuits for everyone, my mom got up and waited for me to keep the tray on the table, then she kissed me on my forehead and said “Nirmala I am so happy for you and divya. You have found the perfect life partner in divya. Now turn around and let me have a good look at you to see how divya has changed my Nirmal to her Nirmala.but you have refused me when I asked you to be my daughter as one day but now life long you are going live as housewife" . I said sorry to my mom. Then she kissed me and said just for fun . Then divya and me took blessings from my parents and brothers and Sister in law. Now brothers are teasing me and priya also joined with them. So I felt ashamed so I went to my and sat on bed.
Ria (Sunday, 19 February 2023 04:27)
Rahul had always been a skilled and dedicated spy, with a talent for blending in and gathering information. So when he was tasked with a new project that required him to become a woman, he didn't hesitate. He trained hard, perfecting his new identity as a woman named Ria, and soon he was ready for his mission.
Ria's job was to infiltrate a powerful and dangerous mafia organization, to uncover their secrets and report back to her agency. She knew it was a risky mission, but she was confident in her abilities and determined to succeed.
As she spent more time with the mafia leader, however, Ria began to feel a strange attraction to him. He was dangerous and unpredictable, but also charming and charismatic. And before she knew it, she was falling in love with him.
Despite her better judgement, Ria found herself drawn deeper and deeper into the mafia's world. She became the trusted confidante and advisor to her lover, and played a key role in many of the organization's schemes and operations. And even though she knew that her true loyalties lay with her agency, she found herself increasingly torn between her duty and her heart.
Eventually, Ria's cover was blown, and she was forced to reveal her true identity. Her lover was furious, but also fascinated by her dedication and skill. He offered her a choice: either he would kill her, or she could stay with him as his wife, and continue to work for the mafia.
Ria made a decision that would change her life forever. She chose to stay with her lover, and to become his wife. And over time, she began to embrace her new role as a woman, finding joy and fulfillment in her newfound femininity.
She and her husband even adopted a child, a young girl who had been orphaned in one of the mafia's operations. And Ria became a loving and devoted mother, determined to protect her new family from the dangers and violence of the criminal underworld.
In the end, Ria knew that she had made a choice that went against her training and her principles. But she also knew that she had found a new purpose and a new identity, one that was both thrilling and fulfilling. And she was determined to make the most of her new life, as a woman, a wife, and a mother.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:36)
Myself Radha 2
Sunita Tai then assisted me in taking off my t-shirt before assisting me in donning the blouse. I had never before in my life donned any female clothing. Tai then placed a small Bindi on my forehead and instructed me to continue practising. Until dinnertime, when Mom arrived home, we practised in our costumes. Before we stopped practising and KP headed home, Mom complimented us both and gave Tai some advice. As I was about to enter my room to do so, Mom advised me to refrain from changing and spend as much time as possible in this attire. I had to get used to moving in a ghaghara because I had never worn one before. The following day was a holiday since it was a Saturday, and around 10 a.m.,
Due to the fact that it was a holiday the following day, KP returned home for practise at around 10 a.m. She was taken aback to see me in my costume. She concurred after Tai gave her the justification. KP warned me that if I wore the costume for the next three days, it might become soiled the day of the performance. Sunita Tai agreed and invited me into her room because she had an idea for how to solve this issue.
After asking me to take off the blouse, Tai produced a bra for me to put on from her cupboard. She placed the bra against my chest, startling me. I yelled, "I'm never going to wear a bra!" Tai informed me that because her frame is larger than mine, if I wanted to fit into her blouse, I would need to wear a bra and stuff the cups. I said, "Let me try first, and if her blouse is too loose for me, I'll wear her bra." I understood what Tai was saying after trying her blouse, so I allowed her to put me in her bra for the first time ever.
Tai asked me to remove the blouse, and she took out a bra from her cupboard for me to wear.She placed the bra against my chest, startling me. I yelled, "I'm never going to wear a bra! Tai informed me that because her frame is larger than mine, if I wanted to fit into her blouse, I would need to wear a bra and stuff the cups. I promised to try it first and only use her bra if her blouse was too large for me. I understood what Tai was saying after trying her blouse, so I allowed her to put me in her bra for the first time ever.
After receiving one of Tai's long skirts, I was once again prepared to practise. After two hours of practise, Tai asked us to stop and went to the kitchen to get some refreshments for us because we were so exhausted. KP seized the chance and came to sit next to me.
KP questioned if, by chance, I was donning a bra. When I replied yes while wearing a bra, she was overjoyed. Her mother insisted that she should still wear a bra because it was still appropriate for her and because she already had flat chested. KP remarked that having such a loving family makes me feel incredibly fortunate.
We were practising in the afternoon when Tai announced that she needed to go get a few things and would return in two hours. Tai commanded us to act properly so that we could practise without incident. Tai was told by KP not to worry about anything because she would look after her Radha until Tai returned. KP and Tai both enjoyed a good laugh over this before Tai left for work.
KP jumped in delight as soon as Tai shut the door. She responded, "I'll never understand how a boy feels when he's alone with his girlfriend," when I questioned why she felt the same when she was with Radha alone. I informed her that we were not dating. KP grabbed me in her arms and gave me the cold shoulder. KP wrapped her powerful arm around me and began gently massaging my chest while I was still covered by my blouse and bra.
I'm not sure why, but I just let go of any resistance I might have had and relaxed in her arms. I started sighing softly as KP began kissing me. She kicked her shorts down her legs before mounting me while I was completely erect. After pumping me for a while, KP suddenly stopped. She stood up and apologised for her actions, but she was unable to rein herself in.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:37)
Myself Radha 1
Looking back now, I can see how much I've changed in the past ten years. How Sunita Tai and my mother helped me grow into the lovely flower I am today. Today, my red sari establishes my place as a woman in society. It fits me like a glove and makes me look like I was born to wear a saree.
My mother is everything to me. She was my rock. My mother and father divorced when I was only two years old. Mom moved to Pune with me because she wanted to start over. Mom fought for everything in her life: her business, her personal life, and me. She gave up her passion for me and focused on the business just to see that I got everything I ever wished for and much more. Sunita Tai was my mother's support system. She was both my Guru and my older sister. Sunita Tai was over a decade my senior. Sunita Tai is not a relative, but she is more than family to us.
When mom concentrated on business, Sunita Tai focused on me. Mom was a dancer by qualification, she was also a CA. Mom gave up dancing to ensure that we had financial stability after her separation. I was passionate about dancing, just like my mother, and Sunita Tai encouraged me in every way possible to become the accomplished dancer I am today. Sunita Tai personally trained me in Kathak. She also helped me get training in western classical dance. In my dance, Radha is my favorite character. I must have been 17 years old when I danced as Radha for the first time and started falling in love with the character.
I was rehearsing for our junior college gathering with my friend Kawarpreet (KP). Since KP was a girl, she was playing Radha, and I was playing Krishna. We must have practiced for almost three days before Sunita Tai realized that KP is six inches taller than me. It looked odd that a tiny Krishna was dancing with such a tall Radha. We tried to look for an alternative and looked for a smaller Radha, as I was a hellhound and wanted to participate in the dance. Unfortunately, we could not find any girls who were shorter in height than me and who were available for the dance. We were running out of time as the performance was just a week away.
In the evening, when we were discussing this issue among ourselves, mom came home early and overheard our conversation. Mom suggested that KP should be Krishna and I should be Radha. Yes, everyone agreed on the solution except me. I was not ready to dance in the college show as Radha since I was afraid that my friends would make fun of me if I did so. KP assured me that no one would make fun of me in college about this, and I agreed to go ahead with the plan. We continued to practice for the next three days as per the new arrangement. As a result of my fears, I was initially hesitant to take part in the college show. However, KP's assurance and encouragement helped to give me the courage to participate in the show.
Three days before the show, Sunita Tai got the costumes so we could practice with them and be comfortable in them. I still remember that day in the evening when Sunita Tai gave Krishna’s costume to KP and asked her to change into my room. She took Radha’s costume and asked me to come into her room. Sunita Tai helped me put on my ghagra first and then asked me to remove my shorts. With a lot of hesitation, I agreed to put the ghagra on, and then Sunita Tai helped me tighten the string on my left hip. She asked me to remove my shorts after securing the ghagara on my west.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023)
Myself Radha 3
I have no idea why, but I now found myself kissing her. I'm not sure how long we exchanged kisses. When the doorbell rang, things returned to normal, and I went to let Tai in. As I was preparing for the performance in two days, Tai had something for me. KP quickly grabbed the bags and opened them on the sofa because she was so eager to see what Tai had purchased.
Tai managed to control her somehow, and she took the initiative to show us the shopping she had done. Since I had short hair, Tai bought me a wig with a bun and two pairs of bras with inserts in my size. KP kept saying that once Radha finished all of this, she would look stunning. Additionally, she suggested that we practise using Radha and all the props.
When Tai agreed, she led me into her room. KP came after us, or more precisely, she came before me as I went into Tai's room. Tai surprised me by agreeing to KP's offer to assist me with getting dressed. Before putting me in my new bras and stuffing my cups with the inserts Tai had bought me, KP unhooked my bra and took off my blouse. Tai was asked by KP if she had purchased a spare pair of underwear for me.
Both Tai and KP laughed at it. It was a good idea, according to Tai, and she'll use it the following time. After applying some basic makeup and fixing the wig on my hair, KP and Tai adorned me with bangles and other jewellery. Tai obtained a new gajara and placed it on my bun after KP suggested that it might be nice to put one in my hair. Mom had returned by this point, and she was shocked to see me dressed and prepared for the dance.
We performed for her once at her request before deciding to call it a day because everyone was happy with the outcome of our labour of love. Our performance went well on the day of our collage get-together, and everyone enjoyed it. Most of our teachers praised my appearance and praised the grace with which I conducted myself.
In a few months, on Gurupornima, we once again played the role of Radha Krishna in front of Tai and Mom in our home. With the exception of the fact that KP and I were now closer and always together, life had returned to normal. We used to study together, travel to and from college together, and KP was lodging in the same building. When KP's father was transferred to London over the Diwali holidays, KP's mother had to travel to visit her mother in Kerala.
My mother and Tai assured KP's parents that they would take care of her and not worry about her because KP was alone. When KP's mother left for Kerala, she had dinner with us and then went to her house to sleep, but at one in the morning she knocked on our door because she was afraid of spending the night alone there. She initially declined Tai's offer to let her sleep in the guest room, saying that someone had to stay in her home.
In order to make her feel safe, KP asked my mother if I could spend the night in her home in her parents' room. I went to KP's house to stay in her mother's room after Mom and Tai gave their approval. Around 130, just as I was about to nod off, KP rapped on the door. I opened the door, and she grabbed me and gave me a rough kiss.
KP said she appreciated me helping her carry out her plan. I was taken aback and inquired as to her strategy. KP declared that she was overjoyed to see her Radha once more and that she would have time to enjoy her until morning. After I reminded her that I wasn't wearing my ghagara and blouse today, I was able to stop blushing. You can wear anything from her mother's wardrobe, KP, because she is nearly your size and you are living in my home.
What then does my Radha wish to try today? enquired KP. Because of my inability to control my blushing, I unintentionally said anything my Krishna wanted his Radha to wear. KP declared that she would dress Radha in a saree if given the chance. Is Radha prepared to put on a saree?
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:38)
Myself Radha 4
Yes, that's fine with me, but I'm not sure how to drape the saree, I replied. KP agreed to assist me with that because she had worn the saree once and had witnessed her mother wearing it numerous times. KP warned against remaining motionless while she worked her magic. I gave her permission to abuse me in any way. KP took off my t-shirt and covered my chest with her mother's bra. KP was right; my size and that of her mother was almost identical. Standing in my bra in front of KP made me feel self-conscious. I began to look lower out of embarrassment. My Radha is such a shy girl, wow! said KP.
Are you going to choose a saree yourself, or should I do it? KP questioned me. I asked, "Would you please choose one for me?" I was aware that it would be difficult for me to choose just one of the many stunning sarees that KP's mother had organised in her closet. KP pulled out a pale pink saree, a matching blouse, and an underskirt for me.
KP also pulled out a long hair wig and some breast forms so she could make me some fake breasts. KP wondered why Aunty kept these items in her cupboard. The breast forms are for KP because she has a flat chest, and the wig is for her cousin, who lost her hair during treatment but has since grown it back. KP helped me quickly get dressed and into the skirt. Already, I felt like a lady. KP stuffed silicone breast forms into my bra. They had a soft, breast-like feel to them. The burden was apparent on my chest. My chest felt constricted from a bra's tightness.
KP then instructed me to put my arms through the sleeves of my blouse. My arms were snugly enclosed by those sleeves. It seemed to fit, to me. As I carefully positioned my blouse's hooks over my newly enlarged breasts, KP gave me a soft kiss. KP then began wrapping me in the lengthy saree after opening it. I had never experienced such joy from wearing clothes before in my life. She began by draping the saree around my waist before beginning to pleat it.
KP then pinned those pleats together below my navel with a pin. KP measured the saree pleats that would go over my shoulder as I stood there enjoying sensual pleasures. The aanchal was then pinned to my shoulder by KP. KP wrapped my wrists in dozens of bangles. KP covered my head with a wig before doing my face makeup.
KP asked me to wait while she quickly dressed her in her father's clothes. We had officially become bf and gf. She was my Krishna, and I was her Radha. KP paused in her gentle kissing and said, "Radha, I love you; I want to see you in a saree for me forever." I want you to be my wife, waiting for me to lift her saree and take her when I get home from work, ready to please me. "Oh!" She began to raise my saree, and I gasped.
"Would you like to feel attractive for me? Do you intend to entice me? KP questioned while touching my erection with her body, making me furious. "Oh yes! "I want to dress up for you in a saree!"I'm on the verge of crying. "I want my strong husband to drag me around wherever he wants while I'm dressed in my sari." KP pushed up against me and continued to smother me with rough kisses.
After briefly collapsing on top of me from lack of air, she slowly resumed moving her hips up and down while whispering, "KP noted that I was not wearing any panty and she said, "Oops." She assured "Radha, Don't worry, I'll get you the sexiest panty you've ever seen." KP simply stood up and went to her mother's closet to retrieve a fresh pair of pink panty and assist me in putting them.
She gave my lips another gentle kiss and said, "You are sexy. "And amazing, wonderful, and beautiful." We kept kissing each other and tickling our bodies. Only KP was pyaing with my body. We were both unaware that it was almost morning.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:40)
Myself Radha 5
Only when the doorbell rang did we realise what was going on. I jumped when I heard the doorbell because I was helpless. KP said: "That must be doodhwala, so don't be concerned. Let me tend to him while you unwind ".
KP shut the door behind her as she left. After a while, KP returned, but I had already taken off my makeup and was getting ready to take off my saree. It's time to return to reality, KP; please assist me, I said. KP assisted me with getting dressed once more, but not before giving me a long, wet kiss. It was almost time to leave for home, so I changed into some clothes. I stepped outside of our bedroom after opening the door with a heavy heart.
I preferred to remain with KP as her radha instead of returning to my home. We exchanged farewell kisses as I made my way slowly towards the front door before leaving KP's residence for my own. Tai quickly recognised some differences in me as she opened the door for me. "Is everything all right, beta?" she inquired. I simply gave a firm nod before going into my room. Since KP had come for breakfast, I stayed in my room and only left when I heard her voice.
Tai remarked, "See now that you are out, it looks like you will only come out if KP is around?" as I exited my room. How, when I was only out to see KP, could she read my mind so perfectly? It's not like that, Tai; I was exhausted when I entered my room in the morning. Now that I've had enough sleep and am sufficiently hungry, let's eat breakfast. "In the morning, you were worn out. What did you two do all night to be so worn out the next day? Tell the truth to me, "Tai enquired.
Nothing, Tai; all I did until late was talk to my Radha, explained KP. I told KP, "Please don't call me Radha; that is not my name. "Whatever your name, you will always be my Radha in my eyes. Alright Radha, "added KP. If it weren't for Tai stopping us, we might have started a fight. I'll reprimand you if you continue to make fun of Radha, KP," said Tai. Now, everyone was laughing, including mom. "Come, Radha, sit next to me, and let's eat breakfast," said Mom.
"Aunty, I understand why Radha is upset today. She looks like a boy in her shorts and t-shirt, so I believe that is why she is upset. I believe Radha will be pleased once she dons her blouse and skirt, Radha, isn't that so?" KP Is that true, Radha? If so, come to my room, darling, and I'll give you something appropriate to wear. Without realising what I was doing, I started following Tai into her room because I simply couldn't contain my excitement. Tai kept up her part as well and gave me her skirt and top to wear.
Tai closed the door behind her and walked out, saying, "Change quickly and come out; we're all hungry, Radha." I wore Tai's top and skirt as I left her room without realising what I was doing. Everyone said, "Welcome back, Radha." Three women were present, and I noticed that they were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts as I joined everyone at the dining table. I was the only one wearing a top and a skirt.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:41)
Myself Radha 6
They all kept teasing me as we continued to eat our breakfast. We had a good start to Sunday; let's continue to spoil Radha today and make sure she is treated like a princess, don't you all think? Mom asked as we were about to finish our meal. They all concur, and it is decided that today, Radha, I shall be treated as a princess. KP stated: "I want to treat Radha like a princess every day because I am the prince. Let's begin right now." In order for me to arrange your clothes while your mother prepares your bath, Tai questioned me, "So Radha, what would you like to wear today?"
KP wants me to be his Radha, so you only get to choose what I should be wearing. I don't know why you chose to treat me like a princess. How would you like to see your Radha, Prince? I said. We'll work on your attire together after you take a bath in Tai's room, so leave right away, said KP. You take your bath, take your time, and don't rush; we will call you out when we are ready, KP pushed me into Tai's bathroom and said.
As I got into the bath, I could hear them talking in whispers. KP called me to say, "We are ready, princess Radha," in about fifteen minutes. You may come out now, but don't come out in that manner. Please take the bag we've kept on the bathroom door's handle, put on the clothes inside, and then exit. The bag was hanging on the bathroom door's knob when I carefully opened the door and extended my hand to look for it.
I brought the bag inside and began poring over its contents. There was a pretty pink panty that was similar to but sexier than the one I wore yesterday, as well as a pretty pink bra with silicon breast forms that was like the one I was wearing yesterday. I put on the pants, but it was difficult to put on the bra, even though I eventually succeeded in fastening the hooks at the back. I was prepared and about to leave as KP had instructed.
In Tai's bathroom mirror, I could not help but notice my reflection in the pink bra and pants. I was very timid. The bathrobe Tai was wearing was hanging in the bathroom, so I chose to don it. I felt much more at ease or less shy about going outside after I put that on. My mother asked me to stop and told KP to leave as soon as she heard the door open. Why should I leave right now, KP questioned?
My mother explained to her that KP, the prince, should dress up in his clothes since she can't see Radha, the princess, get ready. KP nodded in agreement and quickly departed for her house, pledging to get ready like a prince and return shortly. Mom asked me to come out after KP left. "Oh my god, Radha looks gorgeous and stylish. Radha, every mother ought to have a daughter like you. Mom said, "Come, let's get you ready before your prince returns. I love you; I am so proud of you."
I was approaching my mother when Tai entered the room holding a few jewellery boxes. In a baby pink saree, two pairs of clip-on earrings, and at least 12 bangles in each of my hands, I get ready with the assistance of my mother and Tai. They adorned my neck with two necklaces and placed a bidi on my forehead. KP was prompt in getting ready and had already returned, but Tai made KP wait outside while I got ready. Please finish up my dress.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:41)
Myself Radha 7
I questioned Tai, "Tai, why do you want me to wear sandals inside the house?" after she gave me three inches of sandals to wear. "Whoever said you were going to be home, you are going out, and you need to practise wearing sandals," said Tai. I was astounded. I cannot leave the house in a sari; that is not an option. As I approached mom,
"Mom, I'm not going out looking like this." "Why, Radha, do you not want to wear a saree out? You are very elegant and can carry it well, so it's fine. I am certain that you will go out, Beta. I will take you out, or if you prefer, you can go out with KP alone "mom said. I suggested that KP be your date rather than your mother.
I was finally prepared to leave Tai's room and find my prince, KP, when I was about to do so. She appeared to be a real prince as she stood tall in her father's sherwani. Tai had dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket, so she was also prepared. I noticed as I was staring at them that even Mom had dressed like Tai. Again, there were three women dressed in men's clothing, but I was stunning in a saree. "Look, KP, both my mom and Tai are giving you competition and attempting to snatch your princess from you," I said.
"I will fight for my princess Radha with anyone," KP declared. While doing that, she planted a kiss on my chick, I give thanks to God for her conduct and for sparing me a kiss on the lips in front of Mom and Tai. We all agreed that before returning home, we would watch a movie, eat lunch, go shopping, and then go out for dinner. I was terrified to learn the strategy and to be seen in public for such a long time while wearing a saree. And to make matters worse, I had to walk around in three-inch heels. KP, Tai, and Mom all said to give it a try, and if it’s difficult for me, we can always come back home; after all, I was the princess, and they were all doing this for me.
My mother drove the car out of the parking lot after Tai and KP helped me get down. As I entered the vehicle, KP unlocked the door for me. Mom and Tai sat in the front, and KP sat next to me. As there was still time for the movie, we first browsed the shops at the mall. After that, we had lunch before the movie.
Mom asked KP to take me shopping after we left the movie theatre and gave her a card to pay for the trip. Tai and Mom went shopping independently. I was enjoying myself while KP and I were shopping. KP was quite a bit taller than me, even though I was wearing heels, and she was relishing her dominance over me. I agreed when KP suggested we go into a lifestyle shop, so we set out in that direction.
KP held open the door for me as soon as we arrived at the store and remarked, "Ladies first." I thanked her and walked into the store. After a short while of exploring the store, KP chose some boxer shorts and some men's socks for herself before beginning to look in the women's section. When KP turned to face me and gave me a long kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth and making me sigh with pleasure at the sudden display of passion, it was getting close to dinnertime. You are incredible, KP said.
Without purchasing anything for myself, KP held the door open for me as we left the store once more. We saw Mom approaching us as soon as we exited the store. We went to eat after Mom said, "Let's have dinner." We all went home after dinner. As soon as we got inside the house, I took off the sandals and said I was exhausted. I remarked, "I don't know how you can wear these all day; even for a few hours, I could not stand them."
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:42)
Myself Radha 8
"We don't wear them, Radha, but you'll get used to them eventually and won't feel as uncomfortable," Mom assured me. Mom walked into her room and said, "It's time for bed; I have some urgent work that I need to start early in the morning." Tai followed her into her room to get dressed. Once more, I intervened to stop KP from kissing me. I told her, "We're in my house, so Tai can come out at any time and bust us for it, I told her. "What is wrong is showing your love to your girlfriend, and you must thank me for giving you this opportunity as a result of me, you could wear a sari all day and be my Radha," KP said.
I said, "You should thank me for being your Radha for the day and not the other way around Get out of here, I'm going to bed because I'm tired. "Why don't you spend the night at my house today? Radha, "asked KP. "You go home, and I'll sleep in my room because I need to sleep, and if we are together, we won't be able to. Was I clear?" I said. "Radha, this is not right; you must come. I'll let you sleep, I swear. We'll both sleep like husband and wife if you wear my mom's nightgown and I'll wear my dad's pyjamas, I swear. KP said.
"No matter how much I'd like to come with you, I can't without Tai's approval, and I don't think she'll let me stay the night at your place either." I voiced my worries. "We are sleeping together, and that is for sure," KP assured him, adding, "Don't worry about that; let me handle it.
After a brief interval, Tai emerged from her room and was shocked to see me still standing there in my saree. She advised Radha, "Tomorrow you can wear a different saree, but right now you should change into something more comfortable, and you must go to bed." You can see how excited you are to wear a saree. Rest assured that I will give you a different saree tomorrow. Go change your clothes right now, Tai said. We have something for you, so hold on while you get those bags. Give me something you can use to go to sleep tonight.
I gave Tai the bags, and she gave me one nightgown in purple and one in pink. Tai inquired, "Did you like them, Radha?" It's beautiful, and I liked them, said KP. You already have these blue pyjamas, KP, so it's not for you. KP was given two sets by Tai. "I meant to say that I like these nightgowns for Radha as well as for myself. Come on, Tai, let's go; I'm tired; would you kindly lock the door when we get outside to go to bed at my house?"
"I'll lock the door, I promise. I need to sleep now because I'm too worn out. You must also be tired "told Tai. KP quickly grabbed me and bolted from my home, shutting the door behind her. I was astounded by how KP conned Tai and got her to agree to let me stay at her house once more today. I was heading downstairs to KP's house while wearing my saree. It was only one floor below where we lived. As soon as KP opened the door, she began kissing me all over, but I managed to stop her. "I'm worn out, KP. If you want me to stay the night at your house, please tell me right away "I screamed.
I'm sorry, Radha, but I can't believe my luck; it got out of hand. We have the rest of the night to wait for this, I can wait, KP exclaimed. No, we don't have the entire night; we only have time until I go to sleep, so slow down, please. What about taking a shower, Radha? You'll feel less worn out and more rested," KP predicted. I said to KP, "That is a good idea, but all I have are these nighties Tai just gave me."
You don't know your Tai Radha; take another look; each nightgown has matching sets of bra and pants in the bag. Tai was showing you the nightgown when I noticed them. You can always wear my mother's underwear; they fit you perfectly if they don't fit you properly. Like usual, KP provided me with the answer to my quandary. We both went to different bathrooms to take showers; KP wanted to take showers with me but I would not allow it, so she had to go to her bathroom. After removing the saree that I had been wearing for so long, I felt relieved.
Although I do enjoy wearing a saree, I needed some practise. To help me get used to wearing a saree for a longer period of time in a few days, Tai has promised to let me wear a different saree tomorrow. I decided to put on KP's mom's nightgown and underwear after taking a shower because that was what she had requested, and how could I refuse my husband's wish? KP was already dressed when she knocked on the door. In her dad's clothes, she was very attractive. KP had a similar physique to her father, and his clothing fit her like it was her own.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:44)
Myself Radha 9
Upon letting KP into the room, I felt passionate kisses all over my body. Why are you acting so happy, KP? I queried. "What do you mean by the reason I'm so happy? You look so hot in this nightgown, and I know my dad is excited to see my mom dressed like this. I can't wait to see you. "Look what I got today," She said, "there is one more reason for my excitement." In her fist, KP was holding something. A condom was in her fist when I opened it.
How did you obtain this KP? I was in awe. What are your plans for the situation?" I queried. "We're both going to play with it after I blow this. What a ridiculous question, Radha. We will use it tonight, and I found it in my dad's drawer; he has a lot of them; don't worry, he won't notice if a few are missing. I told KP firmly, "No, we are not using it tonight. "Radha, how can you refuse to be protected? It's better, safer, and we should use condoms because "KP grinned broadly as she said.
We won't be having sex tonight, so I meant to say that we won't be using condoms. And there's no talking about it," I asserted firmly. After giving her a good night kiss, I told KP to retire to her bedroom. KP was hesitant, and I was adamant, but she prevailed, and we decided to just stay in bed and do nothing. I was so exhausted that I didn't even realise it was morning when I quickly fell asleep. I was sleeping when my mother came down to say goodbye. My mother was able to visit her parents' bedroom without being stopped by KP, so she must have seen me dozing off.
It was already 11 a.m. when I got out of bed. Tai waited for me to open my eyes. Since I was dressed in KP's mother's clothes, I felt ashamed. "Tai, I was too exhausted, and KP said if I take a shower, I will feel better, but then she only gave me her mom's clothes; what did I do wrong here?" Tai remarked, "I'm glad she didn't give you her dad's clothes because I'm sure you would have worn them too, wouldn't you?" Dad is so big that Radha would drown in them; therefore, I gave mom's clothes, KP responded to Tai's question about how he could give Radha my father's clothes to wear.
"Now everything is alright. Do you two plan on having breakfast together or are you both fasting today?" Tai asked. 'Yes, Tai, I'm coming up; I don't know about Radha; let's go have breakfast,' she said. KP stated. I'm also feeling hungry. "Tai, I'm hungry. Let's head home," he said. I stood up and moved towards the door. "Radha, are you going to return home looking like this?" Tai prompted. "Why is this Tai wrong? It only has one floor "I spoke up. You're not going to leave this house dressed like this, I promise. The dress is way too transparent and should not be worn outside of the bedroom. Before you return home, please get dressed properly. No need for me to say it again. Is that all right? replied Tai.
KP was only waiting for her order; it appears that she had just purchased a new mangalsutra and some sindoor from a store nearby. As KP was about to put the mangalsutra around my neck, Aunty said, "Don't do it here, go in the temple, do it in front of the god, and then take his blessings." KP acknowledged her counsel and led me into the temple. I wasn't sure what to tell Tai and my mother: we were both underage, so we couldn't even legally marry.
After I touched her feet, we both received blessings from God. We had married, and I was now KP's wife; it wasn't right, and it wasn't even legal since we were both under the age of 18, so I was terrified on the drive home. I wasn't sure what we were going to tell Tai and my mother: we were both underage, so we couldn't even marry legally. The mangal sutra was placed inside my blouse so that no one could see it, and I decided to cover my head with my pallu to conceal the sindoor.
Rupali H Joshi (Saturday, 25 February 2023 11:45)
Myself Radha 10
As we entered, KP rang the bell, and Tai unlocked the door. It's nice that you covered your head in the temple, but according to Tai, who inquired, you no longer need to do so. She noticed my sindoor as she turned to look at my head. "Radha, what's wrong with you? Why do you have on Sindoor? Do you comprehend its meaning? Are you married? Tai inquired whether nuroor was only worn by married women.
"Yes, Tai, I am currently married. In front of the god, KP placed sindoor on my forehead and tied a mangalsutra around my neck. I summoned all of my courage and told Tai about the incident that had occurred in the temple. 'Are you deaf?' Did you miss what I just said? Sindoor and mangalsutra are only worn by married women. You are married, that much is true, but are you a lady? Tai queried me.
"Tai, please stop shouting at my wife, it was my mistake "Radha is not at fault here," KP explained to Tai. "Listen, KP, you both are not even 18 and you got married. What do you tell your moms? "Can you just tell me if you have a solution to this problem?" Asked Tai
"Calm down, Tai. We know we're married, but we also know that's not right. We will continue to maintain our distance and refrain from engaging in any physical relationships until we are of legal age. With our parents' blessings, we will remarry and take the time to get ready for our unique relationship. Radha will use this time to get ready to be the best wife she can be, and I will use it to get ready to be the best husband Radha deserves.
Sissyhubby (Sunday, 26 February 2023 02:56)
Upcoming Bollywood Movie
(Suggest a name for the movie)
Plot:
Rani Kumari Gupta gives up her first love Sushant to marry a wealthy heir Kaushal, who is the son of Sethani Dayavati. Sushant comes by to wish her success on her marriage with the news that he is taking her child and moving away. He gives birth to a girl and names her Vijaya Kumari. He raises her to adulthood. After he dies, Vijaya comes to Delhi to take revenge by ruining her mother's business and family connections. Sagarika and Kushal are Vijaya's half-siblings who are caught in the crossfire of Vijayaa's revenge. Vijaya crosses paths with Geet, the devoted secretary of R.K. Gupta. She tries to bribe Geet to get details of Mrs. Gupta's business but he declines and the two start to get close with each other. One day Geet is fired by Mrs. Gupta as Mrs. Gupta thinks Geet has leaked the tender details of her company to Vijayaa which resulted in Gupta's loss. When Vijaya learns about this, she goes to Gupta with the real culprit and hires Geet in her own company, Sushant Constructions. She gets a lot of success and soon is celebrating the company's 2nd Anniversary and keeps a huge party. She invites all the big people of the city, especially R.K. Gupta. Here she meets Shaurya Verma who is also the son of the owner at big he company and also the romantic interest of Sagarika Gupta. She tries to create differences between Sagarika and Shaurya. Vijaya also takes all the good deals which resulted in losses for Rani. She even encourages Kushal to marry Ravina against her mother's wishes which enrages Sagarika and she ends up fighting with Vijaya. But Geet comes and tells the truth that they are sisters. Sagarika and Kushal leave Rani. Rani in anger hires Balwanti Rai to kill Vijaya! Later Vijaya comes and tells her that she is Rani's daughter and leaves. Rani tries to stop Balwanti but she has already left and kidnapped Ravina in order to get to Vijaya. Vijaya, with the assistance of Sagarika and Rani, rescues Ravina. Balwant aims at Vijaya but Rani comes in between and thus Rani is shot in the process by Balwanti. Before dying, Rani asks for forgiveness. Vijaya forgives her and unites with the family. In addition, Vijaya changes the name of her company from Sushant Constructions to Sushant-Rani Constructions.
Cast:
Rani Kumari Gupta - Kajol
Sushant - Shahrukh Khan (Cameo)
Kaushal - manoj Bajpayee
Vijaya Kumari - Deepika Padukone
Geet - Ranvir Singh
Shaurya Verma - Vicky Kaushal
Sagarika - Kriti Shanon
Kushal - Tiger Shroff
Ravina - Huma Qureshi
Balwanti Rai - Rani Mukherjee
Suggest your cast.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:06)
She'd been teasing me all week, much, much more than usual. And, now I could hear her talking to me from her bathroom tub, which by the way, used to be our bathroom. Me, I was busy ironing her long and elegant pinstriped wool gabardine black skirt with the flounced hem and her very sheer ruffled black silk halter.
Ironing is perhaps one of the hardest chores I have to do. Everything had to be just so, or it was over her knee, panties down and after 10 or so full, bare handed smacks, the room would be filled with the sounds of my sobs and crying followed by her ridicules about her sissy behaving like a little girl.
Sushma, my wife and now my beloved mistress is a powerful woman. She stands 5 foot 10 in bare feet and enjoys a figure every girl and sissy would be jealous of! Dark long brown hair, sharp features with high cheekbones, snow-white skin, full lips and an aura that is just magnetic.
Her years of sports have made her body fit and trim with generous C cup breasts and a 28-inch waist and 34-inch hips. She's was the perfect trophy wife and I had no idea why she picked me! Me, I'm a shrimp, just 5'4" when I stretch. I'm naturally skinny and enjoy a high metabolism. Nowadays, I'm even thinner since I started taking my "vitamins" and following Sushma's diet for me (she keeps me starving)! I barely weigh 123 lbs.
But, she was honest with me from the start and told me she appreciated how delicate I was and how pretty my features were, I hated when she said that.
"Sameer darling, your feet are so small and so are your hands they practically disappear in mine when we hold hands."
As much as it annoyed me when she said it, I had to admit we did have the intimate relationship of two close girlfriends. "Macho free" as she called it.
Now, as I heard her call for me, I straightened my saree with ghingham blouse that seemed
to accentuate my underdeveloped arms and adjusted my bra and quickly put my heels on. She hated to be kept waiting! A quick glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in place and I was off!
When I entered the bathroom, I was overcome. There in the tub was my wife, naked and lounging in the bath I had drawn for her. She was magnificent.
"Sameera, how many times have I told you not to ogle or stare at me? I don't mind if you admire me, but that kind of behavior will not be tolerated. You had your chance to be a man and failed and we don't need to revisit that do we?"
My head went down and I said, "No ma'am".
She quickly said, "I didn't hear you young lady."
I again said, "No ma'am."
She confidently added, "I thought so."
"Okay lambchop so, are you done ironing my things?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Are they perfect?"
"I hope so ma'am."
"We'll see."
"Please soap my back and let's chat."
I immediately felt my cheeks flush. It was an intimate act and I was glad she still at least shared these small pleasures with me. So I reached for the sponge and rubbed her back as she moaned.
"That's so nice sweetie, see there are still some things you can do for me!"
"By the way, are you wearing the new gaff I got for you?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"It's different from your others you know, it's power net and waterproof and it's just in time for your first summer as a sissy!"
She paused and continued, "Well then, don't be shy, lift your saree and show me."
I put down the sponge and dried my hands and lifted my saree.
"Higher and don't make me ask again," she growled. Her face was about eye level with my pantied privates. "Sameera, are you trying to anger me?"
"No ma'am."
"Well your panties and petticoats are precious with all of their pretty little appliqué flowers," she said as she carelessly fingered a few of them, "but I'd like to see the gaff."
I became flustered due to her intimate ministrations but managed to lift the petticoat and lower the delicate garment and immediately her hand reached out and rubbed the smooth Vee between my legs.
"I love it. It's perfect," she yelped. "Extra small was a good guess I'd say. Sameera, I know it's not comfortable, but that's part of the price of being a woman, or in your case a sissy. And, after all, there really isn't too much to hide down there, now is there," she chided.
"No ma'am." was my painful response.
"So, let's talk about our guests this evening, then preparations and your uniform."
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:07)
I had dropped my saree and petticoats and pulled my panties back up and checked my uniform in the full mirror. I picked up the sponge and was again soaping my mistress.
"Charmi is dropping by for a visit. Now, I know that you two have had your issues in the past, but things have changed. You were always so hard on her but I think she'll like you much better this way. A pantywaist is no real match for a woman! I expect you to be on your best behavior and to remember all of your training! I don't want to be embarrassed. Do you understand me?"
I nodded and said, "Yes ma'am."
"Plus she is bringing her husband over."
I immediately felt faint. "Sameera, you're absolutely a ghost, are you okay?" said Sushma.
I shook my and said, "Yes."
Sushma demanded an explanation.
"Well," I began, "it's just that Jiten used to be my best friend, but I lost my friends when I made my commitment to you."
She saw how upset I was and giggled. "Sweetheart," she said, "you're a full-blown sissy and it's time to accept it and move on. It's been 8 months since you've seen Jiten and in that time you've blossomed. Why I can't imagine you without a pretty bra or makeup or in dirty boy things. Lambchop with your small package, you were destined to be pantied, be glad it was me who did it."
I just nodded and hung my head.
"Now, enough of your silly nonsense and help me from the tub."
I did so and patted her naked body dry and got her negligee while she moisturized. She sat down at her makeup mirror and started her routine.
"Tonight, I'll want you in your formal black sleeveless saree fully made up and in your six inch black patent heels."
Sushma read my mind immediately, "You've had plenty of time to get used to them and if you do so much as trip, you'll be sorry. Also, I'll need your chin up when you walk, so use the time before our guests arrive and in between your preparations to practice."
"Wear the white satin organza petticoats that go so well with the saree and the white satin panties with the beautiful lace rows and bows that you sewed on the back and the black bra with the open-work floral cups and the straps that have that delicious picot trim. Lambchop I think that bra makes the most of your new developments wouldn't you say?"
She reached out and caressed my breasts through my uniform. "You're developing quite nicely young lady." And once again she smirked. She delighted herself with her little jabs and jibes.
"Okay, that's all for now," she said with a wave of her hand. "Wake me an hour and half before our guests arrive. Be sure to do your makeup using the light blue eye shadow, pluck your eyebrows to a fine arch."
She was now laughing and said, "You certainly won't need blush tonight. Oh, and pull you hair back into a side-parted chignon. It's long enough and I don't need you playing with it all night. Present yourself for inspection before you put on your uniform so I can check your makeup."
She waived her hand and bade me leave but I hesitated. "What," she finally said.
I mumbled and looked at my feet and again she said, "What?"
"I, er, well uh." I was stammering.
She turned and said, "Sameera, my patience is nearing its end, if you have something to ask, ask me otherwise leave."
Finally I asked, "Ma'am you didn't mention my gaff for this evening's outfit."
Sushma shot daggers at me. "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. I thought you understood that Sissies don't question, sissies obey. "Lambchop tonight you'll learn that serving me means serving my whims, my guests and my desires."
She stood and was looking down at me. Now even with my heels I was smaller then her. Her thumb and forefinger were under my hairless chin. Her negligee was off her shoulders and she was naked before me. She tilted my head and concentrated her gaze on me.
"I know you'll try to please me, but more than that, I expect you to obey me and be the submissive, sissy that you are deep down. We both know who you are and what you are, and what you wish to be, and I'll take you there, but only if you obey me without question."
I felt a tear well up and fall down my cheek and Sushma smiled, dabbed the tear, and pulled me to her naked breast..."that's my girl." I heard her whisper in my ear. And a few moments later, she playfully smacked my bottom and sent me out of her bedroom to finish preparations for this evening. Despite my feelings of nervousness I endeavored to be the best sissy I could.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:32)
Chapter two
I was in frenzy. I had so much to do and so little time. I decided to organize myself and so I scurried as best as I could in my heels to my room. As I ran, I listened to the rubbing of my petticoat on my panties. The swish
said it all! I entered my room and sat down at my small secretary. I crossed one leg over the other and started to make my list. I looked around the room and thought how pretty it was....pinks and peaches, ribbons and bows, a private bathroom a twin bed with powder puff girls comforter and pillows (a joke between us girls or so my mistress said) and a humiliating set of rubber sheets. "To make cleanup from your silly accidents and indulgences easier," my beloved had informed me.
Anyway, I had to stop daydreaming, I was always doing that these days and so I made my list and within a few hours, the house was set and I was ready to prepare myself. I decided that if Jiten were going to see me then he would see me as the most stunning sissy pantywaist he had ever seen. I took a deep breath and got my razor out to remove any offending hairs and did my toilette. As instructed I returned to my bench in front of my makeup mirror and put on my bubble gum nail polish and took a break to let it dry. I thought about an incident many months ago that made me realize that I was a sissy for life.
Right from the start I used to adore sitting in my panties and a princess tee looking at myself in the mirror. It annoyed me to think that, but I cared less with each passing day. It was my time for me, and my one secret, guilty pleasure. Although, I had to be careful, because mistress had removed the door to my room right from the moment I was relocated from our bedroom.
"You've got nothing to hide from me," she said early on in my transition. One day she unexpectedly came thru my door. She stopped and looked on my dresser and smiled. She picked up the empty box to my Jockey training bra. I was mortified as she turned to look at me with a huge smile on her face. I lifted my arms to hide my shame across my then flat chest.
"No, no, Lambchop, let me see." She walked over to me and ran her hand over my thighs to insure that they were clean-shaven and then adjusted the waistband of my high cut, full bottomed cotton print panties. "They don't pinch or bind you do they?" she said referring to my panties.
I became to cry.
"Tut, tut," Sushma said as she took me in her arms. "Come sit on my lap and let me see your pretty bra. It's been such a fight to get you to at least try it on. Why didn't you let me know? Did you have trouble with the clasp? I'm so happy for you."
There I was, perched on her lap, on my small four-poster pink ruffled canopied twin bed. She was in her satin pajamas and I was in my white training bra and pink cotton print panties with the ducks and bunnies with full makeup and jewelry. Sushma began to whisper to me and little by little I calmed.
"I know you adore all things feminine. I don't know why you fight me so. In a month or two, you'll feel absolutely naked without your little bra."
"It's a good thing I removed your door or I would have missed the fashion show! Plus it pleasures me to be able to have access at any time I please without so much as a knock. Privacy for you lambchop is thing of the past. Obedience, training and learning to care for all of my intimate needs are your future. After all, what real man would be sitting on his wife's lap fully made up with jewelry, makeup, wearing a size 2 cotton print panty and a Jockey brand training bra?"
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:34)
With that she snapped my bra strap and laughed. "It's a complete surrender of all the things you know, but trust me I know what's best for you and I'll take care of you." As she spoke she was tracing my bra clasp with her perfectly manicured finger and whispering softly into my ear again. "Don't you feel delicious and girly," she breathed.
She took her hand and snuck two fingers under the leg band of my high cut panties and tickled my stem. I was fully excited and had already spotted the cotton garment in several spots. I could see the outline of her
knuckles beneath the fabric. Oh too soon, She removed her fingers and then quickly put them in my mouth and I acquiesced and sucked them as she pushed them farther into my throat until I coughed. She then pulled her two fingers back a bit and told me to relax and then pushed them back in even further. She trained me this way for a few minutes and then kissed my cheek saying, "It's a good start."
I was disconsolate over my lack of will power.
Anyway, her attentions were all too delicious and I began to get really excited.
"Darling," she said, "the ducks and bunnies on your panties are trying to grow and it seems you are dribbling. Perhaps you like it when I talk about your bras and panties?"
I couldn't help myself, I was in love with this woman and as she tormented me verbally, she took me in hand with my panties on and started a rhythmic pumping. She was breathing in my ear and telling me what a pretty girl I had become and that I was her sissy wife forever. I started to climax in my gaff but was trying to hold back.
In my ear I heard her say, "Princess let go, it's okay I know who you are." And then I started to shake uncontrollably just that quickly it was over.
"That's my good girl. You really exerted yourself!"
Just seconds later Sushma said, "Hurry and stand up sweetheart, that was so quick and now your ducks and bunnies are wet and I don't want my pajamas to get stained."
"So Lambchop, was it me, or new training bra that excited you so? It doesn't really matter anymore, does it? Okay, clean yourself up and get a sleeping bra and a nightie and meet me in my bathroom for my bedtime preparations. No arguments please, I got you several just a month ago and you know where they are."
That was my Sushma, I'd give her an inch and she would take.. well..everything.
"Be sure to powder yourself down there, I don't want you developing a nasty rash. Do you think you can handle your bra or would you like me to unclasp it for you?"
I defiantly told her I could handle it and that was the most macho thing I uttered in the last seven months. She left my room and I heard her giggling to herself all the way down the hall.
That was seven plus months ago, and here I was still frittering away time. It was time to do the rest of my makeup and knew that would take a good ½ hour, plus the dreaded plucking of the eyebrows. We all know the girl things it takes to make us beautiful and I did them all. The time passed quickly and my alarm went off reminding me that mistress wanted to be awoken a full 1 ½ before our guests arrived. I had just five minutes to don my black demi bra and my white satin panties with the lace rows and bows on the bottom. In short, I had to move sissy butt. Putting on a bra these days took a bit of time as I had improved in that area and it was both sensitive and well a girl just wants to look "right" in her bra.
The vitamins were most definitely doing their job. And, after sliding my black thigh highs up my freshly shaved legs and stepping into my six-inch patent leather heels, it was time for my panties. The process was complicated by my now excited state which mistress refers to as a wholly unacceptable, unimpressive display. I thought quickly and decided that the best thing to do was to go downstairs and get mistress refreshment and to put my panties on when I returned upstairs before I entered her room. It was a good plan I thought as I put on my pink bubblegum lipstick and took the short steps that were demanded while in these dreadfully high heels.
With juice in hand, outside my mistresses' door I was just a moment from putting the glass down and putting on my panties when the door flew open and my mistress saw me bottomless, with panties in hand. She flew into a rage. She grabbed me by the arm and the juice glass dropped onto the carpet. She dragged me into her bathroom and took her hairbrush and administered two quick vicious slaps to my poor little stem. I immediately assumed a "more suitable" state.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:41)
"Don't you dare cry missy," she railed. "You'll ruin your makeup and don't think you'll get away with this behavior. You'll be punished for spilling the juice and for your flagrant display and for dancing around without your panties and in the hallway no less. And speaking of your panties, put them on. I don't care to see your little lollipop. And, if I was you I wouldn't want anyone else to see it, or the more appropriately lack of it."
I was in a state. However, I did as instructed and when the panties were in place I did a spin as ordered. Sushma checked my make up and added some touches. She fiddled with my bra and excited my immature breasts.
"My but you're filling your pretty bras out these days sweetheart. I imagine you're excited to finally have something for the boys to play with." She then winked.
I flushed. She knew I hated her teasing me like that. She ran her hands on my thighs and checked my armpits for stubble and asked me to show her my fingernails, which she said were perfect. She played a bit with my bangles and said, "You know Sameera the work you did on your panties is exquisite. It's far too femmy for me, could never wear these sarees and jewelry, but you have a talent for it. I feel we should get you a new mangalsootra, this design seems a little old, also I feel you should wear a long and thick one, to show your devotion to me. What do you think?
She didn't wait for an answer..
"Now, try and contain yourself this evening," she warned, it would be a shame for you to soak such a delicate garment especially since you worked so hard on it. Try and remember all the things that I have taught you."
"All right Lambchop," she said, as she again smacked my bottom. "Go get your saree on and come back and help me dress. Be careful not to get makeup on your uniform. Remember nothing less than perfection."
I rushed back to my room and dressed in my petticoats and saree. Starched to perfection and I realized that I'd have to be careful with every move as my nether region was radiating a moist heat. The whole experience had me at my wits end. I hadn't cum in more than a month, and this gaff made even erections impossible.
Imagine having Jiten see me like this! Imagine having Charmi knowing my secret. I was doomed.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:42)
"Ugh!" more day dreaming. One more look back and front and it was off to my Mistress and the pleasure of helping her dress. I won't go into detail but she was perfect except for the fact that she refused her panties when dressing which I found upsetting. Through her sheer halter-top her ample bosom was seductively on display.
Reading my mind, she said, "Don't be jealous Lambchop, you don't mind if others admire me do you? Of course you don't, now that you have small breasts, you understand. I can't imagine a sissy like you being jealous! it's so amusing."
She knew I was frustrated and she smirked. She then let me don her garter belt and some beautiful black stockings. I fetched her heels and was waved out of her room.
"Our guests will be here shortly. Go stand by the bottom of the stairs and await me for your final walkthrough of the house and your instructions."
A few minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs in regal splendor, as she descended the stairs, her breasts bounced with a cadence, she was a vision.
"Well, Lambchop, how do I look?"
I told her how beautiful but before I could answer She was already ahead of me asking questions and I could barely keep up on my precariously high heels.
"Sweetheart," she said, "pay close attention to the details."
So much to remember, drinks appetizers temperatures, which go in when, and the timers. I was overwhelmed and flustered.
I followed her into the living room and she sat down. I went to sit next to her and she said, "Darling that's a service uniform and a very cute one at that, you'll be on you feet all night." She checked my uniform again.
"My gosh you're just razor thin. Your narrow hips and tiny waist really accentuate your small bust. You've worked hard to get yourself in shape and now you realize how much more work you'll need to do. I adore the jewelry that you have put on. I really like these long earrings, and your nosering. I remember how much you hated when we piereced you. Also the mangalsotra and the bangles really accentuate your married sissy housewife status. Be sure to very careful with your saree," she said as she fluffed my petticoats, "or your panties will be on full display."
She then opened a box that was sitting on the couch next to her. "Lampchop, I have a little gift for you." Removing the paper she snapped the garment out of the box. It was a white satin half apron with my wife initials embroidered on the corner. "Don't you just love it?" she screamed. "I think it's just grand. Now, don't get fussy and come closer and let me put it on you. My lord," she said as she admired me, "I was right. I could always spot a sissy and that's just what you are! Married and pantied! I bet you wish you could see yourself."
Breaking my spell she said, "So, Charmi and Jiten."
I cringed.
"Lambchop get ready because when the doorbell rings you'll be making your first impression and remember that you'll never have another chance to make a good first impression."
She giggled. So, I took my post by the door and after what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang. I inhaled, but I couldn't remember exhaling.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 20:51)
Chapter three
Looking straight down, I opened the door. I didn't dare look up! But, I was confused to see a pair of strappy sandals and a pair of smart low heels. Who could this guest be? I looked up and saw a vision. Such a pretty girl: perfect makeup, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the outfit was to die for. What a shape this girl had:a perky breasts, a trim waist and full thighs. She was radiant, but before I could take a second look, Charmi was upon me and under all the pressure I curtsied and invited them in. I guess it was second nature.
Charmi stopped me and said, "Sameera right?"
I smiled and said yes with my eyes downcast. Once again I was looking at the two pairs of shoes.
"Sameera you doll, look at you, I'm jealous. You are to die for! And the way you look in your uniform, well aren't you the sassy miss! But, enough of this, take me to Sushma we have so much to talk about."
I led them into the great room and awaited instructions. Charmi and her guest made themselves at home. It was then I noticed a small suitcase in Charmi's hand. Sushma asked me to get it and take it upstairs and put it in my bedroom and as I left the room all I heard were two women laughing and Sushma saying, "She's the perfect sissy, I couldn't be happier. I should have put her in saree the second after we got married." Charmi now laughing said, "More like on the second date." Charmi was perky and she was tall as well. Her shape was more curvaceous then Sushma's. No question she was an attractive woman.
I was gone for just a few moments and when I returned I was sent out for drinks. Two chai and a water. Every time I stole a glance at this creature sitting next to Charmi my heart leapt. Who was this radiant creature with the sad, sad eyes?
As I was delivering the drinks, I did my dip so as not to display myself. First a napkin, followed by the beverage, and then a thank you. Charmi took every opportunity to needle me.
"Sameera what high heels and you handle them so well." "Sameera, my haven't you blossomed, I can't wait to see you in swimwear this summer, you know its just around the corner!"
I gave my mistress my most pleading look but she was too amused to do anything but instruct me to offer appetizers. Through my indignities I still hadn't discovered who our other guest was. I was overcome by my curiosity and concentrating very hard to maintain my composure lest a stirring begin between my legs.
Upon entering the great room I saw our guest turning around for Charmi and Sushma. She was wearing some side zip tailored pants. They were very tight and she was wearing a silk blouse that showed off her ample bosoms. When the light hit her form just so, the silhouette of her brassiere could easily be seen. I of course tried to think of other things.
Finally after I finished serving, our guest was invited to sit, but I noticed she wasn't talking and that she was as flushed as I was. Her eyes betrayed some sort of defeat. I was confused.
Sushma said, "Sameera our guest is quite uncomfortable. I was hoping you could help her change and get relaxed. Those pants she's wearing are very constricting and I think she'd like to change and freshen up."
"Yes of course," Charmi said, "take Jiten upstairs and help her change."
Immediately I froze in my tracks. No, it couldn't be. This beautiful girl, with the large breasts? It couldn't be. Jiten was my height, but he was fat and hairy and this woman was the essence of femininity. Both girls were laughing.
Charmi said, "Yes silly that's your sissy sister Jiten. Oh that's right, you remember him as Jiten. But that was thirty-five lbs ago, breast implants and some rather severe training." I was aghast.
I composed myself long enough to lead Jiten, I mean Jiten, from the room. Sushma called me after saying, "Remember what I said, I don't want to be disappointed."
I could barely hear Charmi and Sushma talking as I left the room. As I ascended the stairs with Jiten I knew she had a full very of my panties and I was filled with mixed emotions. My fight to control my excitement was failing. I knew my panties were damp.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 21:01)
Chapter four
Downstairs, the two women were giggling. "You have the cameras all set up right Sushma? Charmi, I took care of everything our two little girls will be on film forever!"
Charmi had crossed the room and was now sitting next to Sushma. They embraced and kissed a very intimate kiss. It was a kiss that was between more than two close friends... it was a kiss between lovers.
"Sushma, Jiten is flawless. The breast implants are spectacular. How has he been behaving?"
"Well Sushma, between the hormones, surgery and spankings, I've completely vanquished Jiten's will. She's all mine now. But forget Jiten. Sushma your handiwork on Sameera, well she's a little doll. I can't wait to get her over my knee and smack her bottom red! And did you see the way she looked at my Jiten even after she found out!"
Together they both chimed "sissy love!" Charmi was now tracing Sushma's nipples through her revealing halter and Sushma was moaning. "Charmi, please we have to stop, let's go to the den and watch our two sissies play!"
Upstairs, the two sissies entered Sameera room. "Make yourself at home Jiten," said Sameera with a hint of sarcasm. With that Jiten started to cry. She had removed a slip and some panties from the make up bench, first folding then neatly and then placing them on the dresser and then sat and began to sob. "I can't help it she said it's the hormones and well look at me!" Sameera said, "you're beautiful."
And Jiten replied, "So are you but we're supposed to be boys and now we're sissies."
"I know," said Sameera, "but while it's been hard, it's has its benefits. I'd never admit it to Sushma, but I love our relationship, although pleasing her is no picnic. Well I understand what you're saying but Charmi has always been a loving wife, and now I can't even sleep in my own bedroom."
"Hello silly," said Sameera sarcastically, whose room do you think this is?"
"Oh gosh," said Jiten "I'm sorry."
"Forget it," said Sameera, "let's get you changed and back downstairs before we both get a spanking."
With that Jiten started sobbing again.
"What is it?" said Sameera.
"Well, I'm laced into my office corset so tightly, I can't bend over to change into my panties, shoes, saree"
Jiten was beside herself so Sameera had her stand up in front of the full-length mirror. She then went over to the bed and opened the cute little overnight case.
"Don't worry, I'll dress you." She found a floral panty with a matching bralette, a half slip and a little pleated cherry red saree. She also took out her full jewelry box and make up from the bag.
Sameera turned around and saw Jiten admiring herself in the mirror. Well at least I'm not alone she thought, "Okay Jiten, I'll get your side zipper," and with that she unbuttoned the waist and with a swoosh down came her pants over her stockings. Jiten's hose were thigh high and she had a perfectly flat, peach pantied vee. Her tummy was smooth and firm under her corset. Her waist was mercilessly nipped in. What a change!
I helped her off with her blouse and made sure it found a hanger in my closet. My word, how she filled out her white bra! I felt a pang of jealousy. I couldn't help but ask, "Jiten how do you like having breasts?"
She dropped her head and whispered, "They're so pretty, I'm embarrassed to admit it but I really do like them...do you hate me?"
"No silly I think I'm jealous." And I was.
Worse than that, I had completely tented my panties. I was in an awful state. I continued, "Are they sensitive?"
"Oh my word yes!" she said.
And now I was really curious looking down, I thought did she or didn't she. I was anxious to change her panties and see.
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 21:02)
First I slipped off her bra and got the floral one. I took my time and rubbed her delicious breasts with my fingers and the back of my hands. You know, a lady's maid handles her mistress intimately. However, I think Jiten knew better and realized what I was doing. I had to admit that they were perfect breasts and I tried to be discreet but I had to touch them. She moaned and rubbed her thighs together while I pretended to have trouble reaching around her and closing her bra. I could have gone behind her or clasped it on her tummy and spun it around, but where was the fun it that? Truth was I had become an expert in all things lingerie! Now, I was rubbing her breasts against mine!
I watched her lick her lipsticked lips and I finally found the clasp and made the proper adjustments. On with the top and we were in front of the makeup mirror and I was working my magic! Then I placed her in front of the full-length mirror. In her top and half-slip and corset she was a
vision. I got down on my knees in front of the mirror. I wanted her to have a good view of my behind while I explored.
I slipped down her panties and got the floral panties. I weaved my fingers into their waistband and I stretched and beckoned her forward. She placed her red tipped fingers on my shoulder for balance and stepped into the garment, first one foot and then the other. When I slipped up her panties I came in contact with her vee. Damn, She was gaffed, drat!" By this time I was just beside myself and as I rose my tented panty front came in contact with Jiten's naked thigh for just a few seconds and I lost control. Instinctively I lifted my pettis, as I did not want to mess them, as well. I completely soaked my panties and I knew mistress would be furious.
Now it was my turn to be beside myself and Jiten giggled, and asked me what the problem was but she obviously knew. I finally told her and she giggled some more. "It's okay," she said, "I think you're pretty too. I'm glad I excited you." She put her finger in the corner of her mouth and said, "I was also wondering what it would be like if we kissed. Do you hate me?"
Downstairs in the den, Charmi and Sushma were transfixed. As Sushma watched her maid orgasm she laughed. "Well that took about five seconds."
Charmi laughed, "Yes but look at our sissies they are mad with passion for each other."
"That's great" said Sushma, "just what we had hoped for don't you agree."
"Yes, it fits right in with our plans now let's get up there and break in on our new couple. It's time for some real fun!"
PriyaSri (Monday, 27 February 2023 21:15)
Chapter five
Charmi and Sushma entered the door less room at just the precise moment to catch their two sissies en flagrante.
"Jiten, did Sameera molest you?" yelled Sushma.
Before I heard Jiten's reply, an irate Charmi said, "Look, Sameera's panties are dripping with her sissy cream. Sushma I'll take of Sameera, just make sure everything is alright with Jiten please."
They both winked at each other but unfortunately both Jiten and I were too overwhelmed by what had just happened to notice. The next thing I knew Charmi was jerking my arm and leading me to my bathroom. Once inside she looked for a door and I said, sorry my mistress had it removed.
Charmi said, "Well that's a good idea, you apparently need to be supervised....at all times."
Charmi removed her blouse and as she was doing so, she instructed me to remove my panties. I froze; I didn't want to display myself in front of Charmi. I was mortified. In the next seconds, Charmi soundly smacked my bottom until I begged her to stop.
"Are you ready to comply with all of my instructions she asked?"
I shook my head yes.
She said, "That's my good girl."
I removed my panty and handed it to her. She smacked my now naked bottom again and informed me that she didn't want my dirty panty and that I should place it in the sink and run some cool water and Woolite before the stains from my "unfortunate behavior" set and ruined the intimate garment. She watched me as I did as I was told and then when I was finished she instructed me to lift my saree.
"I want to see if you need to be cleaned before you soil another perfectly good pair of panties."
I hesitated and received five more sound smacks and when I could take no more I began to cry.
"You're boring Me," said Charmi. "Not such a big man anymore. There there, I know it's difficult for you."
I acquiesced and lifted my saree. "Oh my gosh," cried Charmi "I had no idea how small and hairless you were. I guess you weren't a big man even when you were acting like one to me. Certainly you couldn't hope to satisfy a woman with that."
As she berated me, I found myself becoming excited the more I tried to fight it the more I found myself losing. Just as I tried to become erect again Sushma walked into the bathroom. There I was, holding my saree and petticoats up and having the two women view my gaffed tool. Sushma smacked my bottom three times and Charmi took the opportunity to flick her fingers against my member. In a few short moments I had lost my excitement. I dropped my saree and both women informed me that no one had given permission for me to do so. I was miserable, inconsolable and yet I was thinking about Jiten.
Charmi took a few moments to towel around private areas and finished her handiwork with some dusting powder. She smiled and instructed me to get my tightest gaff and a panty and come back. I asked which panty and Charmi said, "Sweetheart I'm sure you have all kinds of lovely panties...you pick one."
I minced away and when I entered the bedroom I saw that Jiten was gone. Sushma called for me and I came back with requested garments.
"Okay Sameera," Charmi started, "time to get you in new panties. No excuses and no complaining."
I did as told and followed by putting on a black boy cut satin panty with pink ribbon waist and pink ribbon sewn into the leg openings.
"Isn't it funny that our sissies wear lingerie we find too feminine,"
"I know," said Sushma, "but Sameera adores her girl things and who am I to deny her."
"Sameera drop your petticoats," Sushma said, "and help Charmi on with her blouse."
I hesitated, I had never touched another woman and well, I just didn't know how to respond. Two quick swats on my red behind were all the motivation I needed and I quickly retrieved the blouse, checked the garment for wrinkles, offered to iron it but was ultimately instructed to move my pantied behind and get Charmi's blouse on. I was careful around her breasts, but I did see how beautiful they looked encased as they were in her sheer bra.
"I see you like my bra Sameera, but you can't fill it out. Maybe you'll 'grow' sometime soon."
This time I saw her wink at Sushma and I flushed.
"Ohhh, she blushing," Charmi said, "how sweet."
Now both women were laughing. The indignities were seemingly endless.
I finally received permission to drop my saree and was glad to be beneath my petticoats safe from staring eyes. I was told to repair my makeup and was to report downstairs in no less then five minutes. I was already exhausted and humiliated and my bottom was on fire from the spankings, and I was wondering, what had become of Jiten?
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 28 February 2023 03:19)
Chapter Six
I descended the stairs and privately enjoyed my petticoats bouncing and the click of my heels with each step. I was filled with both excitement and shame. What had I become? Charmi and Sushma were chatting quietly in the living room. Jiten was standing in her cute saree and as I entered Charmi had pulled Jiten to her lap.
I entered and awaited orders, but the women kept talking. I was sent for drinks but for the next 1/2 hour I was largely ignored. Jiten was now sitting at her mistresses' feet. Charmi was carelessly playing with her hair and earrings as she spoke with Sushma.
It had all become surreal and then Sushma stood up and said, "Picture time. I want some photos of our special girls Charmi."
Charmi lit up with glee. "Yes, of course we need some photos."
Sushma produced a camera and instructed Jiten sit in a chair by the window and I was to pretend to be serving her. How humiliating! I could see Jiten's breasts heaving up and down rapidly under her tight blouse.
She too was mortified by the newest development. However, we were sissies and obeyed our mistresses lest we be punished.
The camera snapped for a full 20 minutes and both of us were exhausted from being directed to do this and that and to place our hands just so. Particular attention was paid to our facial expressions.
After a short break Charmi suggested something a bit more naughty. "The girls are tightly gaffed so we don't have to worry about a repeat of the unfortunate incident upstairs." Sushma agreed and was now adjuste Jiten's cherry red saree. She took the opportunity to run her hand up Jiten's saree and check her lingerie. Jiten flushed, but managed to maintain her composure while my wife's hands continued their exploration. I was fuming. Sushma had been paying far too much attention to Jiten; I was ready to teach her a lesson.
"Okay," said Charmi, "girls hold hands."
Jiten hesitated but I was bolder. I took her hand and placed it in mine and rested it at my side. The camera all the while snapped and now Charmi and Sushma were giving posing orders in a staccato fashion. "Lean into each other" (snap of the camera), "put your hands on each others waists" (snap). "Smell her perfume Sameera" (snap). "Pretend to blow in her ear Jiten."
All of a sudden both women stopped and Sushma said to Charmi, "Wouldn't it be great it Jiten got to play the sissy of the house and amuse herself by tormenting her domestic." Jiten was apprehensive, but I was thinking that this would be the opportunity to make Sushma jealous plus, Jiten and I had some unfinished business. What was I thinking, what had I become?
Sushma gave me a mirror and a brush and some lipstick and I quickly repaired my makeup. I also needed some powder...what a sissy I had become. Sushma then reminded me to help Jiten and as I did the camera started snapping again. I took the opportunity to apply lipstick to Jiten's lips. It was obvious that Jiten had had collagen injections because her lips were full and pouty. I was jealous, but why? Jiten was now standing and I placed my leg between hers and applied pressure to her gaffed and
pantied vee at every opportunity. It was naughty and the girls were watching, but I didn't care. Jiten caught on quickly and rubbed her breasts against mine. All the while the camera was snapping, but we were hardly paying attention.
After a few minutes, my makeup artist chores had been completed and Charmi told Jiten that it was her turn to take the lead. "Don't be such a wimpy girl Jiten, pretend you're in charge and Sameera is your domestic. Have some sissy fun."
Jiten was up to the task and she sat down in a comfy chair and instructed me to do this and that and when I came close to her she playfully pinched my pantied bottom. This was the first time I had been so intimately handled by a man, or should I say a sissy. But, I blocked that out and endeavored to make Sushma jealous. What was I thinking?
Jiten playfully pulled me onto her lap. Now the only thing that separated my bottom from her thighs was our saree.
She continued her assault as I pretended to try to keep my saree down. I managed to rise, but she pulled me down again and I twisted and now my bottom was up and my petticoats were up in the air. She gently spanked my pantied bottom and all the while in the background we could hear the sounds of the camera snapping away. We didn't care!
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 28 February 2023 03:19)
My loins were steaming. I was so exited, but my small member was completely imprisoned by my gaff. I twisted myself around and now I was again sitting on Jiten's lap and that's when I put my thin, underdeveloped arms around her neck and we kissed our first sissy kiss. It was magic and the room went dark for me. It was gentle kissing not girl-boy not boy-boy, but sissy to sissy. Just two frustrated submissives finding shelter in a storm.
After a few minutes, Sushma broke the spell and said, "Okay boys take a break and come up for air." Charmi laughed but I thought it was a mean thing to say. Charmi said it was late and way past Jiten's bedtime, but that we should get together and do it again very soon.
As order, I went upstairs and packed Jiten's dirty things in her little suitcase and brought them downstairs to Charmi. Charmi asked me if I wanted my the heels I had lent to Jiten. I knew better and deferred to my mistress. She laughed and said, "Charmi, Jiten can think of those things as a gift. Sameera has tons of girl things to wear and I'm sure she'd like Jiten to have those heels. After all, they're girlfriends now, right and girlfriends share? It shouldn't be long before you're sharing panties and having try-ons with bikinis and other sissy things."
Charmi agreed, and added, "As long as there is proper supervision!"
Sushma concurred, and both Jiten and I flushed.
"Okay Cupcake it's time to go," said Charmi. "Say goodbye to Sushma and Sameera."
Jiten said goodbye with a shy wave but Charmi wasn't satisfied.
"Jiten don't you want to give Sameera a kiss goodbye?"
Jiten balked and then lowered her head and whispered, "Yes."
"Well, sweetie, we're waiting."
And so Jiten stepped forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh how sweet and puerile," said Sushma. Jiten heard that and leaned forward and gave me a more meaningful kiss on the lips and at the Same time the minx had her hand tickling my upper thigh. I almost fell over but if I had to admit it, I enjoyed it.
"Awww sissy love," said Charmi.
"Thank god for rubber sheets," said Sushma. Everyone said final goodbyes. and I closed the door. Mistress said that we had a lot to talk about but that was for tomorrow, I had excited her and she had a need for my "special" oral ministrations. I followed her upstairs but dreaded tomorrows developments.
I mean could I be in love with my best friend, now feminized to a greater extent then myself? Were the girls collaborating? Why did I enjoy Jiten's kiss so much? Why did I enjoy dressing Jiten so much? Plus, just a rub against Jiten's thigh and I completely soaked my panties. I had too many questions and no answers, but mainly I wanted to see Jiten again. However, for now I knew my mistress needed me intimately and I was to perform the service.....hopefully, perfectly... because she'd accept nothing less. What a true sissy I had become!
Rohini (Wednesday, 08 March 2023 03:17)
After long time sharing my experience
My wife and me are wearing same saree today to celebrate women's day we do it yearly once on women's day. It's amazing experience to spend a day with her. We had started to make lunch and later in evening will change into partiala suit or salwar. As I have long hairs I tie into a bun and wear small studs and I don't wear bangles but my wife forcefully makes me wear it. So I couldn't stop her. As we belong to Delhi and we had shifted to Mumbai because of our job we Stay in apartment just we both. It's been 4 yrs to our marriage and we both are earning good we use to work from home. But now my wife had to work from office and I wfh.initially all this started from lockdown I had a good experience with her she made me do household work and cooking as well. Now I'm expert in cooking and do household work as I get much time in home as I'm working from home. Initially in lockdown I was lazy but my wife forced me to help her in kitchen when I use to deny she use to get angry on me and use to make me cut vegetables and wash clothes in washing machine. One day in Night she had applied nail polish on my both the hands when I was sleeping when I woked up I was shocked to see. Then I told her to remove she said that for my safety she had applied it when I asked her she told you keep going outside searching for cigarettes so now you will completely stay at home till the lockdown gets over you are not going out. Then i kept quiet and started to adjust myself that time I had medium hairs. So we started to work from home and spend time together. One day when we were cooking I was feeling uncomfortable in kitchen wearing a t-shirt and jeans she was wearing a top and skirt. She told me to come to bedroom and gave me a nighty to wear. I said I can't wear a nighty. She told that you can't wear jeans or t-shirt and work in kitchen it's OK we both are here no one is watching you so now quickly change so she undressed me was in my underwear and then she drop the nighty from top. It was a simple green color nighty which typical housewives wear. I was feeling shy and my wife was enjoying it.
Rohini (Wednesday, 08 March 2023 22:38)
From here my wife will continue
My name is Anita and I forgot to tell you my husband name is Rohan.
So now I made him wear nighty which were little old which I had bought at the time of marriage now I wear track pants and those round neck t-shirts. So Rohan was in nighty and he was keeping his head down while cooking and I was watching him carefully. After we had finished cooking we were sitting on the table to eat our lunch. Then I told rohan to serve me the food first which he did we had our lunch then he wanted to remove nighty I told him this are comfortable so he can wear the same for today. As it was Saturday we both had off so it was 4pm so we thought we will watch TV for some time.
Rohini (Friday, 10 March 2023 10:51)
After watching TV for some time we thought will take some nap so we slept for sometime then it was 6pm so Rohan made tea and we had tea then he took the clothes which were washed from varendah folded and kept in the Almirah. After that we had started our preparation for dinner then we had dinner. Look like Rohan was listening to what ever I was telling him to do. Then we slept it was next morning I waked him up and told him to make tea and toast. After we had our breakfast I took my bath and then I told Rohan to take bath as he wanted his clothes I told him to take a bath and come till then will arrange his clothes.
Rohini (Friday, 10 March 2023 12:09)
When he came out taking bath was wearing his underwear and towel tied on his waist then I handed him a red nighty to wear he was not ready to wear but when I started to kiss him and play with him he had surrendered so I drop the nighty from the top. Now he said he can wear a track pant and t-shirt. I told him nighty looks good on you then I took the red nail polish and applied on his hands. Till you are at home in this lockdown that's your uniform so that you can stay at home and take care of the house no more going out in this Corona. Then I told him if he breaks any rules then he will be punished. Then I kissed him and told him to go to kitchen and clean the vessels and then wash the clothes.
Rohini (Friday, 10 March 2023 13:01)
I took complete control over him and then once he had completed his work. Then I handed over the broom to clean the house so he started from the bedroom then I thought will increase his task so once he had finished sweeping then I examined the rooms and told him that it's not been cleaned properly so he has to do it again and for this he will be punished. So then i took him to the bedroom and took a pair of anklets and told him to show his legs he didn't agree then I showed a video were he was cooking wearing nighty i told him if he diesnt follow the rules then this video will be shared with his friends and family.then he got scared and then I made him wear anklets. Then I took my bangles box and told him to show his hands first he was not ready when I showed my anger he got uncomfortable and then I made him wear red glass bangles 6 each on his hands. Now I can hear you were ever you are so now this will be your uniform from today.
Rohini (Friday, 10 March 2023 13:17)
Now I can hear the voice of his bangles and anklets. He was doing all the house work by himself as I was guiding him and enjoying it. A week.passed I kept him busy in the housework as he had some meetings from his office to attend and he was very careful about his bangles so that no one can hear the sound and made sure that his camera is off. Then it was Saturday morning I thought will promote him now i made a plan to have sex with him so I told him to remove his clothes and jewelry which he was wearing he thought it's over he was in his boxers. Then i made him sleep on bed and tied him to the bed., ivstuffed a cloth in his mouth and waxed whole body including face. Tears rolled out of his eyes he screamed but of no use After waxing him completely, i applied moisturizer and left him for some time. Then I gave him turmeric paste and told him to take a hot bath and come.
Rohini (Friday, 10 March 2023 13:32)
Once he completed the bath I told him to clean shave as well. Then he came out in towel. Then I showed him a bra and a panty which he will wear for today he didn't agree i just slapped him. This was a bigger shock to him As i never even got angry on him before, then I showed him the video again and blackmailed him. So he didn't had any choice so I told him to wear panty right now so he wore the panty then I hooked the bra as he had soft nippes it gave him nice shape then I took a patiala dress and made him wear it fitted him as I was slim at the time of marriage now I'm little healthy so I don't wear them. Rohan is slim and trim his figure is like 18 yes old girl. I made him sit in front of the mirror, . And started doing his makeup and even did eyebrows. He was shocked but did not say anything. Started with foundation followed by mascara then Kajal finally lipstick to end.
Rohini (Friday, 10 March 2023 13:45)
Then I took my jewelry box started with anklets and then bangles 12 in each hand, then a simple gold chain on his neck. Then took nailpolish painted his hands and legs. Then grabbed a pair of clip-on earrings which I had. Finally I took a matching dupatta pinned on his shoulder. Then set his hair back as he had medium hairs. Then finally he was ready I named him Rohini and took his pictures. I asked him how is he feeling now he kept quiet. I told him from now onwards you will dress up like a housewife. On weekdays you can wear nighty or tops and skirt as you work from home. but on weekend that's on Saturday you will wear proper dress along with complete jewelry and on Sunday you will wear saree.
Samantha (Thursday, 16 March 2023 02:29)
Revenge of Babhi...1
One day My sister-in-law ( Nithya ) called and told me that my mother (Suba) had an accident and admitted in hospital. so now I am going to home town.I went straight to the hospital. Mom was admitted to the ICU. We asked doctor about my mom condtion and he said we can't say anything now and her head was injured badly, we can tell only after the surgery.Doctor asked us to pay for the treatment bill and we will make the arrangements for the surgery. I brought the money I had saved and paid the bill for surgery. Operation started After 6 hour the doctor came out from operation theater. He told us that opertaion is success . she was hit on the head so he asked us take care of mom and her right leg also broken and doctor bandaged it. he told me to go and see mother after 2 hours.After some time we both saw mom. she was bandaged from head to toe.Seeing her like that made me cry and water is coimg from eyes automatically.We came out.Sister-in-law called brother and told him about mother. I sat quietly on the chair. Forget tell you about me ...My name is Nirmal and I just completed engineering and working in MNC company bangalore.my mom is a housewife.my brother is Batallion police and he will roam all over india and he will come yearly once and my Sister-in-law and she is working as clark in RTO office.
The doctor told us that we can take mom home after a few days.I spent all the money I saved on my mother's treatment. I don't have money right now. I called my brother and asked for money, but he told me to that he will inform to my SIL & collect it from my sister-in-law.I also said ok. my sister-in-law and I went to the doctor and needed a nurse to take care of my mother. I said that i will go to work and SIL will also go to work. So i asking you send one nurse to take care of her mother until my sister-in-law comes. The doctor said yes.He said thats i will send nurse but you should give 10000 ruppess per month to the nurse and I said yes.We took our mother and went home. my mother lying on bed in the room and we came out and i was thinking about my office. Then sister-in-law came there and told me that till now MIL did all the housework but she cant able to we can hire new maid . i said ok. i told her i dont have money to pay the salary for nurse & maid and pls take care salary for them. she said ok. My sister-in-law looked at me and said, don't go to Bangalore from now on, quit the job and search the job locally. i said i will think about it. she told I also go to work, i will return around 7 PM and i cant able work after that. i understood her problems. I thinked 2 days about quiting job then i called & informed to manager about my mom and he asked me put resignation letter.i thanked him.It's been 20 days and I'm just sitting at home. one sunday I was sitting watching TV and my sister-in-law came. she asked me whole day you are staying at home ryt. you didnt get bore . i said its very boring SIL and i am trying for job . she said untill then you can learn household work ryt and if u learn the household work .we can 6000 rupees per month and we can terminate maid. i said i will think about it. SIL informed to maid to teach household work for me and he will join with you on tomorrow onwards. i said ok.
New world (Sunday, 19 March 2023 22:22)
Greetings to the year 2050 , where males are just a toy for females and they are used like like toys for pleasure, entertainment and house hold work .
The story starts with Rasika a 16 year sissy for whom the girl family and the girl Neha rajdan is going to visit for marriage proposal
It's morning seven am in Delhi Rasika is awaken by her father in a skimmpy babby doll his name is Mitha Mohan
Wake up Jaan today is a special day , u know Neha family will be here , it just shocked rasikaa what the hell one more exhibition of himself for a girl and her family he woke up in a satin knee length nighty seeing his father , suddenly their was a sound the dildo vibrator sound rashika knew it was the sound of her father vibrator her mom mohan need assistance, his father in his 5 inch heels started moving out to the living room , Mohan was sitting in the sofa in a barmuda & tshirt smoking a cigarette, mitha reached and knee down for her orders
Mohan : do u have any responsibility slut you kone that my friend Arpan is coming with her hot & sexy slut sissy huband Moni and her respected Daughter to see your fit for nothing son for a marriage proposal
Mitha yes my lord I was awake by 4 and have cleaned the whole house washrooms and kitchen i will prepare snaks and lunch for them in a hour or so mitha raised his head
Mohan order her to come in her lap as women love their husband in their laps , she patted her thighs mitha was a gourgeous sissy with a figure 34 28 34 with a height of 6 feets 60 kg and white complexion on the other hand her wife Mohan was 5 feet 5 inches bulky wheatish complexion
Mohan started to play with him she asked him to strip and mitha was nude as today men have no rights they have to fulfill their wife desires
New world (Monday, 20 March 2023 04:26)
Greetings to the year 2050, where males are just a toy for females and they are used as toys for pleasure, entertainment, and household work.
The story starts with Rasika a 16-year boy or a virgin sissy as per the Society for whom the girl's family and the girl Neha rajdan is going to visit for a marriage proposal
It's morning seven am in Delhi Rasika is awakened by her father in a baby doll nighty pink color up to his thighs and to his boobs at the top made of net his name is Mitha Mohan
Wake him up wake up Jaan today is a special day , u know Neha family will be here and you to give your best to become her wife you now Naa what will be the result u know your mom she will spank you u like anything and your sister will kill you wake up , it was a shock to rasikaa what the hell one more exhibition of himself for a girl and her family and the humiliation which will happen he woke up in a satin knee length nighty dark green seeing his father , he said good morning , don't worry dad today I will try my best for u I know we males have nothing for us , suddenly their was a sound the dildo vibrator sound rashika knew it was the sound of her father vibrator her mom mohan need assistance, his father in his 5 inch heels started moving out to the living room , in modern world wife always keep thier husband under their control like slave and vibrator is one of the weapon used to humiliate and control men by women's Mohan was sitting in the sofa in a barmuda & tshirt smoking a cigarette, mitha reached and knee down for her orders started licking her feets like a slave , vibrator stops
Mohan: do u have any responsibility slut you know that my friend Arpan is coming with her hot & sexy slut sissy husband Moni and her respected Daughter to see your fit-for-nothing son for a marriage proposal
Mitha yes my lord I was awake by 4 and have cleaned the whole house washrooms and kitchen i will prepare snacks and lunch for them in an hour or so and raised his head
Mohan order her to come in her lap as women love their husbands in their laps, she patted her thighs mitha was a gorgeous sissy with a figure 34 28 34 a height of 6 feet 60 kg, and white complexion, and a 1-inch cock locked in with a cage, on the other hand, her wife Mohan was 5 feet 5 inches bulky wheatish complexion and she had a 6-inch cock flat chest hairy and very less hair
Mohan was used to playing and exploiting mitha as she thought her husband was a slave as per exception Mohan started to play with her boobs squeezing them hard and kissing his lips she asked him to strip and mitha stood straight and started removing his clothes one by one as today men have no rights they have to fulfill their wife desires mohan was adoring her naked husband from hairs till feet his sissy cage t to make thing worse she spanked her hips
Smack Smack Smack
There were hard 15 slaps making mitha hips go red ♥️
Mitha eyes went wet due to the pain but what can he do as he is a husband and his life depended on the wishes of her wife
Mohan spoke you know how much I love fucking Monica
, She is so sexy and today she will be in sexy attire so I want you to look like a slut to impress Arpan and her daughter I want you to wear that 4-inch top and the 4-inch golden skirt and black stilettos
So that when you walk you can give a bounce to your boobs and hips erect Neha cock and arpans and both mother daughter can have a gang bang with my slut and son
Mohan pressed her hand on her barmuda and moved down mitha was quick and it was a daily routine for him to serve his wife
Janice (Tuesday, 21 March 2023 05:24)
Orthodox family to new lifestyle.
Rohan is a son in an Orthodox family who is being married off to a girl named Sangeeta from another family in same community.
In the beginning everything is typical where family & relatives explain to Rohan to be tough and domineering. It seemed like they will turn out to be typical couple.
Something was off though, Rohan found it very difficult to remain and relevant in his job. By comparison he was weekest member in clan that bore down on his self esteem.
Sangeetha behaved like typical housewife in front of most people but in private started bullying and making Rohan feel incompetent. She wanted to control him.
Sangeetha told whole family that she is interested in studying for IAS, surprisingly everyone agreed as they thought a government job will be good for whole family, also Rohan's private job's growth prospects were not good enough.
Also, family and other clan were quite corrupt multiple people both men and women had already tried for government job with only two lucky ones who got respect.
Rohan did not care much and he didn't think she could crack any exams.
After few months Sangeetha cracked UPSC and offer for IPS instead. Some people in clan were apprehensive initially but the prospect of black money income made them drool.
At this point Rohan was terrified but he couldn't do much.
Sangeetha spent few months in training and came back. She told family since she will get postings often Rohan should come along.
Rohan didn't have much choice and he went along with her.
In next month he found himself in deep trouble when his parents family and in laws all suggested that he take up housework as he doesn't have much to do and that will free up Sangeetha as well.
Soon he found himself training on cooking, cleaning, housekeeping etc.
What Rohan didn't anticipate how easily would turn and he would be reduced to househusband.
Soon Sangeetha started showing her true colors and dictating terms. She made clear that her career is foremost.
4 years later....
Sangeetha had done excellent job as ACP and got herself highly crucial case involving underworld mafia.
She had undergone transformation and became physically stronger and cut down her hair.
One day she was conducting interrogation where she thrashed criminals mercilessly. Then she planned fake encounter if two of them. One of them broke down and shared location where they had hidden contraband and jeweleries.
Instead of sharing details with police she decided to pocket the loot herself. She took off alone in her bullet and indeed found the loot.
She was also please jeweleries for brides like diamond necklace, gold studs, gold bangles.
One week later while returning home she took the bag and headed straight towards boutique to pick up matching lehenga. In boutique she had already given details of specific figure last week which left boutique lady a bit puzzled. "Nice to know police officer still interested in it" said the boutique lady. The new bridal outfit was amazing.
She used a car this time and parked a bit far away by from her home. She took the bag with clothes and jewelry and tip toed towards the home.
As, she entered carefully she took out boots to not make any noise. She heard some noise from kitchen. Clink-clink, then she moved towards kitchen and found Rohan making rotis.
As she eyed him from back lustily a mischievous idea crossed her mind.
She loved Rohan hairless and recently scrubbed back, she grabbed his hips and gave him a bite on his bare delicate back.
Startled Rohan, who had just picked up slotted spoon to stir dish, accidentally spilled dish on himself and turned around.
He saw Sangeetha angrily and shouted, look what you did my new saree is spoiled, I had bought this yesterday only. You don't even remember today is karwa chauth, I fasted for you and I don't even care about me.
His saree pallu dropped of his shoulder and his lovely silicon boobs were looking beautiful inside frilly deep neck blouse.
Sangeetha said, don't cry baby I've got something better for you. She lifted him and swept him off his feet.
Janice (Saturday, 25 March 2023 12:48)
Orthodox family to new lifestyle continued...
Sangeetha squeezed Rohan in her arms and smooched him for a while then let him go.
Rohan gave her a suspicious look, he put his red bangles filled hands on both his hips and tilted his implant round hips a bit to the right adjusting his stance. He shook his a head a little to get his long hairs to sides of beautifully made up face. His sindoor, bindi, ear rings looked so lovely that Sangeetha's heart missed a beat.
He pouted a little and said "you're so naughty, tell me what you've got for me".
Sangeetha loved this attitude of Rohan, he's like "look at me I'm so hot".
Some officers in club used to flaunt their trophy wives, Sangeetha flaunted Rohan.
No one was sure what it was, maybe a strange mix of woke and tead politics, people accepted them more and when Sangeetha and Rohan transformed so much that they looked like traditional couple.
Rohan looked and inside the bag and was delighted to find nau lakha haar(it costs much more than it sounds). Then he saw bridal lehenga, gave a smile to Sangeetha and said with a soft feminine tone " I know what you want but first let me break the fast, let's go to terrace." He wrapped up kitchen work and took Pooja thaali.
They went upstairs to roof top where Rohan looked at Moon through strainer and then looked at Sangeetha. He bent down to take her blessings. Sangeetha ate something and Rohan broke his fast by eating her leftover.
They camed down stairs, aRohan served Sangeetha dinner and told her that he will change and come back.
Sangeetha enjoyed delicious dinner then saw Rohan come down in the new lehenga choli and jewellery. He turned on music to play "Salaame ishq meri jaan ara qubool kar lo". He swayed his hips beautifully and danced exactly like Rekha Ji did.
Sangeetha was getting turned on but wanted Rohan to seduce her and entertain her as much as possible.
Sneha (Sunday, 26 March 2023 09:41)
Trap
I took my Scootypeep to pick my wife kiran from the tailor shop lot of people think that i am not a masculine enough and my wife is the one who taught me driving of the Scootypeep. I just reached tailor shop my wife said madhu 5 Minutes, i said ok dear and all the tailor shop staff came to counter and started smiling. In this village there is no couple like us lovely all the men are hard core guys who doesn't like feminine things and they doesn't care about women's feeling. Kiran came and we went our house had a nice dinner slept for the day. next day morning madhu said dear i have urgent meeting so please bring my clothes from tailor shop, i agreed and she left for office as usual i did my household works. Since kiran took bike i went to tailor shop by walk it's a afternoon of summer whole streets of the villages are deserted. I reached tailor shop the shop owner greeted me and i shown a receipt which my wife gave me she with a smile told to me sit and i went inside and sat on the chair, shop owner has sighed their staff, i could able to understand and i thought she old them bring the clothes, i didn't observed them earlier but i was shocked seeing their dressing because daily they wear sari and keeps the pallu over a head but today all the three women wearing pants and shirts. I asked them hey what happened you are wearing men's clothes they all laughed. Shop owner with a smile gave me my wife clothes.
Shop owner: if you wanna try here you can wear them in that room
Madhu: what are you talking why should i wear sari
Shop owner: Kiran gave your measurement for blouse and told this sari is for you
Madhu: i became tried calling kiran with angry
Shop owner: took me inside and told me to calm down and took me inside she closed the door of the shop, may be kiran did some some prank on you don't get angry she loves from the bottom of the heart
Madhu: If she loves me why will she do like this
Shop owner: please listen to me people do this things with most ones
Madhu: i got cooled down
Shop Owner: Madhu you observed our dressing
Madhu: yeah what is there in that
Shop owner: Dear madhu we have not wore bra inside not only bra we don't have any inner wear inside our dress
Madhu: i didn't get you what you are saying
all the women laughed and shop owner kept her hand on madhu
Shop owner: madhu please listen carefully, if we wont wear inners all the men look our boobs and buttocks to satisfy them, may be for a second thought we think you are a good man you ignored everything. But you saw masculinity in us that shows there is a women in you if you don't mind you can explore your women hood.
Madhu felt like a there is a earthquake beneath him and fall on the floor unable to digest what women said to him he took the bag of dresses and went to his house. He was in deep thinking for the whole day, he didn't seen kiran at home until she patted him on the back. Madhu recollected his sense after kiran's pat after that kiran asked to bring tea for him, without saying anything he nodded his head and brought tea for kiran and she is undressing herself without keeping door closed and madhu just watching her but today she is looking different because she is wearing track, t-shirt with male inners. After changing her clothes kiran took tea and told madhu to wash the clothes she left on the floor.
Kiran called shop owner and said thanks to her with her session madhu became mentally impotent and made him to do whatever she want shop owner its ok and disconnected the call. Kiran asked about dinner but madhu not prepared food she shouted on him and said you are good for nothing i am working so hard to earn money at least can't you prepare food for me saying like that she went to bedroom like a man and slept on bed. Madhu prepared some food for her and took it for her, she refused to take but madhu begging her after some time she said ok and madhu started feeding him.
Madhu: Kiran why are you wearing men's clothes
Kiran: Daily i am dressing up heavily you will not comment anything on that and your tiny dick also react but today you are questioning me
Madhu became embarrassed and kept his down and said may be i am not good to be man, Kiran yes i understood that so i brought female now i will eat, take female inners, panty from that bag wear them and come out i will wait for you. Madhu just does what she says the moment he comes from the bathroom wearing panty and blouse he feels a hand touching his navel and he feel aroused reacts like a girl then all the 3 women from tailor shop and kiran surrounds him. Madhu keeps his hands on his breast all women laugh at him, then kiran says i told about him what say guys. Shop owner what to say dear already we became lets make nice women and start.
Please post your comments
New world (Monday, 27 March 2023 04:55)
Rasikha was watching how was her mother enjoying her father, in times it was mandatory for son's to witness the humiliation of their father so that they are mentally prepared to serve their wives, soon mohan cock went erect and mitha went on to get lube, and applied lube in her sissy hole and went on all fours on the table batting his teeth for mohan to penetrate her mohan tuk lube applied on her erect cock and positioned between the round hips of her sexy husband and started fucking him after 10 mins mohan left him with her sperm mitha took her panty cleaned mohan cock and kissed her feet thanking her as it was a duty of husband mohan kicked him off and said bitch get ready and remember i want Neha's Cock inside you to close the proposal
Mitha saw rashika , his face went red ♥️ , but he can't do anything as males have no power today , he reached rashika and said son u don't worry I will put up my best and will pray Neha does not treat you the way your mother treats me now go and get ready
Rashikha with wet eyes asked her father is this our fate and Mitha answered by lowing her eyes as he wanted no further drama or humiliation from Mohan
Mitha took bath and after that he dried her self and opened his wardrobe, selected a halter net dress with a deep clevage in Navy blue colour , he did his hair and than applied face fack , mascara eye shadow,and some tuch ups on her hips boobs and face , he decided to go without a bra and panty , so that Mohan Remains happy , In Modern Times wife's want to expose their husbands and also make them fuck other women's as a a sexy men is pride of a women , some women have more than 1 husbands , one to show case as a asset and other for work but for mitha he was doing both the duties , After putting Dress he decided to go for blue pumps his dress was backless just a bit to cover the hips the feel of satin was making him horny mohan entered the room and saw mitha in the sexy avtar and said kya maal laag Rahi Hain , Aaj to Arpan Teri lega , Mitha was used to Mohan Comments he smiled and saw mohan he was in a suit 3 peace' he reached to her and said thanks my lord , so u are going to enjoy mouni and fuck her right , Mohan smiled and slapped Mitha ass and said yes , Mitha moved towards Rashikha room , He was standing Naked in front of the wardrobe, Mitha said so confused my love seeing her father Rashikha wow dad you look awesome � , Mitha Thanked Rashikha and started exploring his wardrobe , he selected a micro skirt made in pink satin which was having a rope to reduce the size from side to give him a wide exposer of his thighs and a pink top which was just a cloth with 2 hearts of 5 inches to cover the. Nipples and expose her boobs cleavage from up & down , and a thin wired panty , Raskhikha asked for bra to that Mohan said what's the use my son end of the day Neha will fascinate you nude let us give her more of your figure and to this both laughed and mitha started putting make up to all his body right from feet to face making him look like a Barbie
New world (Monday, 27 March 2023 04:56)
Soon Arpan car arrived
Mitha ran to gate to receive them Arpan and her family reached the entrance , Mitha went on her knees and kissed Arpan shoes and said welcome my lord I mitha husband and property of sir Mohan welcome you and your family please enter and make your self comfortable, as this was the ritual for husabnds to welcome guests
Husband can't make a eye contact to other females they are not allowed, Mitha wanted to see his future daughter in law , but out of fear of punishment was not able to do it
Arpans said slut call your master
Mitha replied yes my lord and escorted them to living room moving ahead and in speed in her blue pumps , the sound of her pumps made Mohan understand that Arpan was here , As Mitha reached living room and waited for the guest to be seated Arpan spanked her ass and said you are fucking hot why not u join us and have a seat on my lap , i will be more comfortable enjoying my blue whiskey
Mitha went red with the humiliation but can't do anything
Arpans put her hand on her cheek and hugged him , he started cupping his hips and kissing his bare neck , enjoying him
Soon Mohan entered the living room and said Arpan we have time my friend for this let's sit
And reached Mouni who was there in a sexy fucking avtaar , he was wearing a short dress with spaghetti her boobs were very much visible only nipple part was cover down their was a cut in the navel exposing panty , on the front of the panty their was a intial A he was in 8 inch heels colour of the dress was purple it was till his hips barelly covering his hips , his figure 33 26 32 was barely covered the material of dress was vey transparent and slutty , Mohan kissed naked back of mouni and mouni turned went on her knees and kissed mohan feet and said I mouni Property and asset of Arpan , here to serve you with all that I have , Mohan helped raise Mouni took him in arms and smooched him , Arpan also smooched Mitha Arpan and Neha took the seats Mohan also took seat on Sofa Mouni went near Arpan , Arpan hands rest on Mouni Hips , Mitha went to Mohan and kneeled down as men can sit with or in front of their wives
Mitha took a glimpse of Neha , she was tall 6 fits , and her body was well built , she was in a blue t-shirt and denim jeans clubbed with sneakers
Mohan said to Arpan my friend i want my son to be part of your asset and I am thankful that you have arrived on the invitation, I am honoured
And asked mitha 2 bring beer for the women's , Mitha stood straight and started moving to Kitchen Mouni all started to move but Mohan said , come here let me enjoy the slut
Mouni was not new to Mohan as she has fucked him many times and Arpan loves Mouni Gangbangs
Mouni moved to Mohan and was in her lap after the approval of Arpan with a blink oth eye
New world (Monday, 27 March 2023 06:33)
Mitha was there with beers in the Tray he gave the first glass to Arpan then to Neha and moved to Mohan seeing Mouni in her lap mitha was jealous and the sexy sounds which mouni was making was making mitha go frustrated
He kept standing till Mohan Took his mug and Arpan said come Baby Mitha smiled and it's my privilege to serve you my lord please allow me bring my son , Arpan Smaked mitha hips and asked Neha what you think about Mitha , Neha was quick to reply fucking hot � , if he is available for possession i will be glad to add him to my liability and they both laughed, Mitha was not amazed to her words as men are know comfortable with these types of Comments
Mitha reached Rashika room , he. Was ready like a bride Mitha asked her to wear the pink heels and then they both reached kitchen mitha handed him the tray with snaks and took another tray and both reached the living room, Rashika eyes got the attention of her father and mouni what they were doing her mother was squeezing her future father in Law boobs and he was screaming of pain , mitha announced kind attention please, my son the show stopper for the day is here , and introduced Rashikha
Arpan smiled and said not as sexy as you my bitch , Mitha smiled and kept silent
Mohan asked rashika to greet the guest Rashikha never liked it , but can't go against her mother she went to Arpan kneeled down and said , Respected My Lord I the son of Sir Mohan and Mitha offer you my good self to become cushion of your daughter and serve her with the best of my abilities, body , charms , hardwork , devotion, respect,and faith
Arpan said asked Neha if she agrees I am ok Rashikha went to Neha kneeled down kissed her feet and said My Majesty you are the most handsome and smart women I have ever Sean and I don't want to see another women in my life , please accept me , I will perform all my duties with devotion,love & respect
I will entertain to all your desires till my last breath , I will never ask any questions, your order will be my command and kissed her feet again
Neha raised her eyes and asked mother don't you think is not beautiful and fuckable like her father , Arpan said sure you are right my love you can add more husbands to your collection , like shyam and neera are your step father's
I beleive you must revise your decision and if you want to do more analysis on the slut feel free
New world (Monday, 27 March 2023)
I beleive you must revise your decision and if you want to do more analysis on the slut feel free
Mohan added why not beta take Neha to your room and answer all her queries at last she will owning you
Rashika stood up and took plates and served on the table and asked Neha my Majesty this way
Arpan smiled and said enjoy
Rashikha took Neha to his room Neha took a seat and asked , you now we are very rich and respectful people of the society, so you won't be enough, i will be doing more marriage in the future do you agree
Rashikha wanted to die with humiliation, but his father image came to his mind that if he said no , her mother will kill her father , he said my Majesty you have the sole right to marry as many men u want and kneeled down , Neha said u no my mother loves to expose my father every where she loves when my father's serve's his body and really love the way he puts up the show in future I want to be expert in dance and make up so that me , my friends and colleagues are able to enjoy you
Rashika kissed the floor and answered, your wish is my command my lord
Neha added you no i want to marry some one who is available 24 by 7 for fuck house work and full fill my desire without even thinking about his needs ,. More than a pet , I love domination and want my future husband to be ready for punishment at my will
rashikha kissed the floor and said till my last breath I will honour your wish
Proove it Neha raised her voice
Rashikha started , My Lord you can spank me now
Neha asked rashika to stand straight and bent down and touch his feet with her hands and remain in the position while spanking if you fall down proposal is over and if you succeed you will be my bitch got it
Rashikha asked can I remove these heels my lord Neha smiled and ok and get ready
Rashika maid the position closed his eyes and waited for Neha
Neha spanked him with full energy
Her first blow moved raskikha like hell but he kept on and the only reason was his father , Neha went on with 10 spanks , they were so loud that it can be heard from the living room which brought tangles to both the men's but Arpan just said , she is very strict let me remind you
New world (Monday, 27 March 2023 06:36)
After 10 spanks Neha asked do you want to say anything
Rashikha, my lord I hope you are comfortable and if not can I assist you in something
Hearing the words of Rashika Neha removed her belt and spanked Rashika with the belt making red lines below her navel to her legs
Neha again asked do you want to say anything,
Rashikha my lord you can rest for a while I am here in the same position till my last breath , Neha finally kicked rashika with full energy Rashika eyes were full of water they went red in pain and still smiling to prove her ability to Neha remained in the position
Neha was amazed on his devotion asked rashika to relax and come near her , Neha hugged rashika smooched him and her hands started taking his body measurements
Neha touched her boobs and asked what are they , leaving his pain behind he answered they are boobs for your pleasure you can squeeze them pinch them bite them and suck all yours my lord
Now Neha cock became erect she asked him to strip , Rashikha gained some courage and breath and asked if you commit me to marriage I will strip as I want my wife to see me naked not any one else for the first time
Neha became happy she took his hand and reached the living room, where both the men's were entertaining the women's seeing Neha holding hand of Rashikha Mouni and Mitha both stood up , both the women also stood up , red marks on her legs thighs , tears in eyes situation of Rashikha was very pain full to watch , goose bumps went down the spine of mitha seeing the fate of his son , anger was building inside mitha but he was controlling himself to listen the verdict
Neha announced I am ready to own Rashika as my husband and mother your decision will be final , Arpan looked to Mohan and announced deal my friend
Mitha rushed to his son grabbed him in arms patted his head and just congratulations
Neha grabbed Mitha by navel kissed her and said congratulations
And every one was happy accept rashika as the pain he was going through
Mohan asked Neha thanks � for owning this fit for nothing peace'of flash just like his father
Every one settled back Mitha in the Lap of Arpan and Mouni in the Lap of Mohan , Neha took rashika to his room and smooched him and ordered to strip , Rashika said my lord know you are the owner of this body you have all the rights and started removing Neha jacket
Neha forcefully took him in her arms and with one snatch maid him too less slide his panties and fingered his boy pussy
Neha started making love to him , she started bitting him making him mad and then rashika kneeled opened her belt and then unhooked her pant
In the living room Mohan was fucking mouni and Arpan was Fucking mitha and in Rashika room Neha was enjoying her husband
In Modern Times when a girl mother announced deal that means marriage is done , males can't oppose and if they there is a provision of punishment
New world (Monday, 27 March 2023 06:37)
Rashika removed jeans of her wife and t-shirt and her underwear now her cock 8 inch was erect he took it in his mouth and started sucking lik anything thing after 5 mins of sucking Neha grabbed rashika by hair and threw him on the bed
Rashikha forget all his pain and was waiting for Neha to make her move lying naked
Neha took her phone and started taking snaps to share with her friends that what she has got after 10 mins Mitha entered the room as gate was open and saw her son naked serving his wife
Mitha was nude and their was cum on his boobs and ass
Mitha saw Neha and asked my lord can I help with you something,
Neha said yes slut i want your fucking ass i wana fuck u and you son both go clean yourself and come fast till I make your son a man
Mitha kneeled down kissed her feet and said yes my lord but Neha had other plans for the poor mitha she grabbed him by his head and planted her erect cock on his lips , mitha understood his faith opened her mouth welcomed the cock of her daughter in law and sucked it for next 5 mins Arpan also entered the room and was amazed seeing mitha sucking her daughter and her husband naked lying in the bed and enjoyed
Arpan said to rasikaa, u know i have tasted your father today and tomorrow I will fuck your brain out be ready and moved backed to the living room
Neha left mitha and took one leg of rashika and pulled him to herself she asked mitha for lube mitha had bought it she put lube on boy pussy and started fingering her rashika was moaning like hell as it was the first time for him after 5 mins Neha positioned her cock by making rashika lie on bed and lifting both her legs , Neha penetrated rashika and rashika shouted like any thing Neha went on and on rashika started enjoying but all his pain has accumulated and know he can't take any more and fainted , but Neha kept on fucking him poor boy , stream of blood was coming out Neha ejaculated in his pussy and layed down on bed
Mitha can wearing a mini lace baby doll he took his son in his lap saw blood marks and red marks on his body and blood and cum oozing out his pussy took him to bathroom cleaned him , rashika came to his senses and selt her father and said hope i was good , mitha cried and said you were outstanding my son , and gaved him a bath and then apllied ointment and gaved him food to eat and asked him for rest as in the evening he has to again serve his wife
PriyaSri (Thursday, 30 March 2023 19:59)
De-maled: A Short story
I held down my red cotton saree against the soft breeze as I strode towards the station. I didn’t want anyone giving away my true reality. I had pulled my panties up as tightly as possible into my crotch in an attempt to flatten the chastity bulge threatening to peek under my saree, which was impossible, under my saree, petticoats, and panties, it was impossible to see my chastity bulge. But I was unjustifiably afraid a tiny gust of wind or a moment of excitement would be all it would take to expose the facts: I was a man forced to look like a woman.
The late afternoon sun threw long shadows across the Delhi pavement. My long and full-bodied black hair braided with garland bounced lazily against my back. It felt reassuring and sexy.
I was looking impressive with 24 inch waist, and subtle jewelry. I had a pair of dangling earrings, 12 bangles in each hand, payal, a small mangalsootra, and mangtika. My face was made up perfectly with lipstick, kajal, mascara, eyeliner, and sindoor in my maang.
It was my first day back at work as a hostess in the hotel owned by Mistress Fatima. My first day back after my operation. The weight of my new boobs wanted to drag my whole body forward and down. They bounced about like two water-filled balloons as my low-cut bra and blouse provided little support but a lot of exposure. My deep mountainous cleavage protruded so far it remained in my vision causing a permanent tingle in my penis. Lecherous stares from men accompanied each step of my journey, each bounce of my enormous breasts. Their eyes burnt into my two mountains. The piercing glares from women bounced off me like pellets on armour plating. They were jealous.
I was elated at the male admiration and adoration of my looks and embarrassed at the female contempt and disapproval. Excitement bubbled in my stomach at my new exaggerated feminine appearance. I was attracted to my appearance. Yet, humiliation ate into my every thought at the same time. I didn’t know what to think. I had become my own female fantasy but I was overjoyed. I hated that enjoyment. It was like a tornado swirling through my mind. How can something be so liberating and so terrible at the same time?
I had succumbed to my wife Bharti's insistence that I have the breast implants. I was always going to lose that debate, she had just wanted me to accept the inevitable. It was unlike her to attempt to pretend to persuade me, I had little say in how I looked these days. Now that I looked like a girl she had softened her attitude towards me. She treated me more kindly and I wanted more of her kindness. Perhaps I should say that whilst I did indeed look like a girl, it was a very provocative looking girl. Some might say I looked like a Item girl.
I had seen her point about the breasts, her argument was clear and it was logical. Starting with the fact that my feminisation was not negotiable, having real breasts would help me. She had explained it was an act of kindness on her part. Bharti had pointed out that women’s breasts would help me to blend in. They would remove some of the humiliation I was feeling, the breast forms not really looking the part. The remaining areas of my former masculinity, wide shoulders and facial structure, would be less obvious if I had breasts. I saw her argument. It had made sense. I wanted to be able to return to being a man but since that was not permitted, something that would help me to blend in as a female was an act of kindness. Wasn’t it? Besides the private doctor doing the operation had been very clear. I had had to request and sign that I wanted to look like a woman and to have the new breasts. Which I did.
I had made a big mistake though. We hadn't discussed breast size. She had said that my new breasts would be appropriate for me and I had assumed that appropriate would mean discreet. It didn’t. In Bharti's mind appropriate meant breasts that matched the look she had in mind for me. With my enormous shock of black hair, red saree, jewelry, make-up and towering heels, she believed I needed 42D breasts. This was what I now had.
PriyaSri (Friday, 31 March 2023 16:36)
A dominant woman:
It’s a woman’s role to feminise and humiliate men. This was the rule according to Aarty Sharmah.
A man entering Aarty's world had to live with her philosophy of female superiority. Aarty never failed in her objective to subjugate a man once she identified her target. Men were better as submissive girls in her eyes.
That day, Aarty was relaxing in her home. She gazed out from a black leather armchair that seemed to surround her like a womb. Her vast contemporary penthouse apartment was in the Colaba, the smartest district in Mumbai.
The room was a large area of tiled floor and sparse glossy furniture in brilliant white. It was pristine and ordered as Aarty expected it to be. The sound violins swept through the room like a swirling classical roller-coaster from discretely hidden speakers.
Her black laptop lay open on the dining room table. The light from its logo cast a dull glow on the table’s top. She had finished working through the document that lay open on the screen. The furniture was top of the range. She had earned the right to have the best, she was the best in her field. Aarty had a steely determination to succeed in everything. Including the domination of men.
“Does Mistress Sharmah need anything?” Her housemaid's voice fought against the volume of the violins filling each corner of the room.
Aarty looked up from her smartphone. She had been reading an email. The phone's screen lit up her square ebony face. She shook her head from side to side, her thick red lips pursed. Long wavy black hair flicked across the ops of her bare muscular shoulders. There was no smile with the negative response.
Her stony face hid the satisfaction at her maid using her surname with her title: Mistress. Respect, that’s what she demanded from her maids, it wasn't much to ask for. Their total obedience.
She peered at her maid imperiously. The maid's black hair was full-bodied and rested on wide shoulders. Despite this, the maid had a long thin slender body. Silver drop earrings caught the light through the maid's hair.
Aarty's eyes glared like searchlights as her maid's eyes lowered to the floor. The maid knew not to seek direct eye contact with the Mistress. Aarty’s mouth twitched into the beginnings of a smile of satisfaction. She loved to see her housemaids dressed in saree. Their smooth hairless light-skinned bangled arms and bodies looked out of place with their oversized breasts.
A set of necklaces hid the maids long slender neck. There was a frill on each side of the shoulder of the blouse. Aarty’s eyes fell down the maid’s body towards the long legs in. The maid’s black leather shoes had high heels. The thin stiletto heels and payals gave an undeserved elegance to the maid's slender legs.
The maid hadn’t always been willowy, it had taken Aarty’s strict training program to make it so.
The maid waited to be dismissed, eyes swiveling one way and the other and showing discomfort. The maid had worn this dress style ever since starting to work for Aarty over eighteen months ago. It was not negotiable. The maid could do nothing but endure the humiliation because the consequences of not doing so were worse.
Aarty waved the maid away with disdain. She returned to her work on her smartphone.
PriyaSri (Friday, 31 March 2023 16:37)
A dominant woman:
Relief passed across the maid’s face. After a deep curtsey, there was a drop of the head with eyes fixed on the floor. Aarty did not acknowledge the submissive gesture but she saw it from the edge of her vision. She was satisfied. Aarty missed nothing.
“Wait,” ordered Aarty. She stood, a hand on the remote control winding the music volume down low. She put her face two inches from her housemaid’s face. Aarty smelled the harsh cheap perfume over the top of her own expensive brand.
The large pores on the housemaid’s face were not fully hidden by a layer of light foundation. The maid blinked smoky dark-grey eyelids and long false eyelashes.
Aarty put a finger to her maid’s face and ran it along a strong jawline. “I can feel stubble, Parul.” Aarty’s face darkened. “How many times do I have to tell you I want your face smooth. You are a girl and girl’s have a smooth face.”
Aarty never raised her voice, her assured authoritative manner made that unnecessary. She stared with disgust at the maid. He lowered his head and screwed his eyes.
The maid cringed, his eyes fixed on an imaginary spot on the wall waiting for the inevitable punishment. He didn’t know how to respond, he had been sure he had shaved smoothly. He had used a five-blade wet razor razor in the morning and again in the afternoon. He must have missed a bit; careless. Mistress Aarty missed nothing.
“I cannot trust you, girl. This means electrolysis. I will have your facial hair removed permanently. Parul, you are a useless sissy.” Her tone dripped with anger and menace. “Anyway, electrolysis is better for the best in the long run.” Aarty sighed loudly at the inconvenience of having to arrange this.
“I'm sorry, Mistress, I thought.”
She cut him off with a long elegant hand against his lips, leaving his protestation hanging in the air.
“I have no wish to listen to your sniveling excuses, sissy.” She slapped him around his face, a loud spank echoed in the room. He put a hand to his reddened cheek, his eyes wide with anguish. His long pink nails pressed against an inflamed cheek.
“Stand in the corner, stupid. Then place your hands on your head.” Aarty flicked her fingers together twice to snap him into action.
PriyaSri (Friday, 31 March 2023 16:38)
A dominant woman:
He waddled to the corner with tiny steps, his chastity cage and bare loose balls swung as he walked. A grin swept over Aarty’s face at the sight of his desperation to follow her orders. She loved seeing his difficulty in walking in stiletto heels.
“Chanda,” Aarty called out. A second maid tottered from the kitchen area dressed identically to Parul and with the same hairstyle.
He curtsied, asking how he could serve.
“Get me the large wooden spoon,” said Aarty.
He curtsied but his eyes showed apprehension as they swept across to see his colleague Parul in the corner. He disappeared back into the kitchen. Parul was standing, looking worried. He faced a corner of the apartment, his knees touched.
A luminous pink rubber flange showed against his cheeks. A butt plug. The plug was five inches long but she would soon be switching it for one of six inches. Aarty insisted her sissies were plugged.
Chanda returned from the kitchen with a twelve-inch long wooden spoon. He glanced at Parul again before handing the spoon to his mistress. Aarty grabbed the spoon, her blue eyes sparkled with restrained anger.
Aarty strode to Parul with the spoon held high. “Bend.”
He turned to one side and bent over.
She crashed the spoon down on his bottom cheeks with a whack. Parul jumped with the impact. It left a spoon-shaped red welt on his bottom cheek. She followed up nine further times, each time Parul’s body jerked with the stinging pain.
Once finished, she pulled him up by his hair. She spun him around to face her. They were eye to eye. She lifted the front of his saree with her dark slender hand exposing the pink plastic chastity cage. A small golden padlock glinted.
Aarty lifted his caged penis to expose his hairless balls. She brought the wooden spoon down on them with a loud slap. He stifled a scream and tears came into his eyes. Mascara ran down the cheeks of his face in thin lines.
“Turn back into the corner and stay there until I tell you to leave,” she said. She breathed out hard with impatience. She mumbled to herself about having to be forever managing and controlling her girls. “What do you have to say to me, sissy?”
“Thank you for your punishment, Mistress. I deserved it.” His head was bowed, panties crumpled around his slim ankles.
Aarty went to a black leather sofa and sat. Her leather trouser outfit matched the sofa. She picked up her phone again. The sharp white light reflected off her deep eyes, the eyes that ensnared everyone. She looked at the time on the phone screen. It was after 9 pm, time for dinner.
She got up and walked to the dining area. She sat at a long smoked-glass table with x-shaped wooden legs. Outside, the lights from the city’s buildings twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling picture window.
She clicked her fingers. “Chanda, bring me my dinner and a glass of wine. I will have the Château de Beaune, 2012.” She glared at him. “And make sure it is at exactly 16 degrees C.”
A voice came from the kitchen among the clanging noises. “Yes, Mistress Sharmah, right away.”
“Males are such bores when allowed to think or have opinions,” she said out loud. “A feminised sissy man is the only way they understand. I am right am I not, Parul?”
Parul shook in the corner. “Yes, Mistress Sharmah.”
The swish of Chanda’s petticoat, the sweet jingling of bangles, and payals told Aarty her dinner was arriving. He served her a salad dish and a plate of mixed seafood. He set down a wine glass and poured the red wine halfway up as she liked it.
He stood back and curtsied. “Enjoy your meal, Mistress Sharmah.”
She grunted. All men were weak, without exception. She held many women in contempt too. Not for their weaknesses like men because women were strong. No, she believed many women never understood or used their genetic superiority and never used it.
Aarty ruffled feathers but it was accepted by those around her due to her success. She had few friends but many admirers.
Heads turned everywhere Aarty went. Not only for her regal beauty, but her regal demeanour. She looked like a queen and she acted like one. She was the queen ruling in the court of feeble males.
From India with Love -1 (Monday, 03 April 2023 13:18)
Kabir is the best of the best.
Any Mission. Any deadline. Any job.
He's the man.
If he gets a mission, it's a matter of international threats that need to be neutralized; if not the jeopardy it leads to would be catastrophic.
And he was just called for a briefing by the secretary of the super secret international intelligence and covert operations team he works for.
Kabir was born an Indian. For most part of it lived as one as well. But for some reason did not truly look like one. He had more of an middle eastern or Mediterranean look. This helped him a lot on most of his missions. He wouldn't the best looking man award, but was well kept and handsome. His beard was shortly trimmed whereas his hair was styled in a pompadour. His musculature was quit evident and betrayed the amount of work he has put into perfecting and buliding his body.
Kabir saluted the worn out general of European descent whom he was to report to. It was quiet alarming that it was only him, the secretary and Dr. Ravenna Sinclair. This already alerted him, of something very important is to be discussed.
Secretary: Hi Kabir. We have a situation and we need your expertise on it.
Kabir: Sure sir. (As he stood At Ease)
Secretary: for quite some time we are interested in an international crime boss.
He is called the ghost. Just as the name suggests we don't who he is, who he was or what he is. But he is a man who keeps vanishing and appearing on our radar now and then. His records go upto 40 years back, which roughly puts him at the age of 60, maybe.
Kabir: Ghost? Is it his codename. I am aware it is only reserved for people who only do it justice.
Secretary: it is and it does. This is a man who runs the dark web, not figuratively but all the illegal stuff somehow links back to him. His empire is not just regular crime but more so digital crime. He has no paper or digital trail. It is almost as if He doesn't appear in the real world, and the only references we have of him are from word of mouth. We do have one lead but that leads to nowhere. But we need to find him and we need to capture him. The reason being at the present we strongly believe almost 90% of all organized crime in developing countries like Sri Lanka, India and even Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia are linked to him.
Kabir: Are we sure it is a person.
Secretary: yes and that leads to the only clue we have got so far and what made us to decide it is worth going after him. A location he frequently visits in Thailand and what he specifically does there. He frequents a brothel for ladyboys.
ChatGPT Story writing (Saturday, 08 April 2023 01:37)
Rajesh was a young man who loved to explore the world around him. He had always been interested in fashion and style, but his conservative Indian family had never encouraged these interests. His parents wanted him to become a doctor or an engineer, like so many other young people in India.
But Rajesh had other ideas. He had always been fascinated by the beauty and glamour of Indian women's clothing, with their intricate embroidery, flowing fabrics, and dazzling colors. He longed to wear these clothes himself and experience the feeling of femininity that they evoked.
One day, Rajesh decided to take a bold step. He gathered up all his courage and went to a local tailor, asking if they could make him a traditional Indian sari and blouse. The tailor was surprised, but intrigued by the request. He agreed to make the clothes for Rajesh, on the condition that he keep their arrangement a secret.
Rajesh was thrilled as he watched the tailor work on his sari and blouse. He couldn't wait to try them on and feel the soft fabrics against his skin. When the clothes were finished, he slipped them on and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe how beautiful he looked.
But Rajesh knew he couldn't wear these clothes out in public. His family and friends would never understand, and he would be ridiculed and shamed. So he kept his secret to himself, wearing his sari and blouse only when he was alone at home.
One day, Rajesh heard about a local beauty contest that was open to both men and women. He hesitated at first, but then he realized that this could be his chance to finally show off his true self. He spent weeks preparing for the contest, practicing his walk, perfecting his makeup, and getting his hair done.
On the day of the contest, Rajesh arrived at the venue wearing his sari and blouse. He was nervous, but also excited to finally show the world who he really was. As he walked onto the stage, he felt the eyes of the audience on him. Some people looked shocked or confused, but others were cheering and clapping.
Rajesh gave it his all, performing a Bollywood dance routine and answering questions from the judges with confidence and grace. When the results were announced, he couldn't believe his ears - he had won the contest!
As Rajesh walked off the stage, tears streaming down his face, he knew that he had taken a huge step towards accepting himself and being true to who he was. He knew that there would be challenges and obstacles ahead, but he also knew that he had the courage and determination to face them. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly free.
another ChatGTP story (Saturday, 08 April 2023 01:39)
Raj was a successful businessman in Mumbai. He had a reputation for being ruthless in his business dealings and was feared by many of his employees. But Raj had a secret - he loved to crossdress and imagine himself as a beautiful woman.
One day, Raj's wife, Anjali, stumbled upon his hidden stash of women's clothing. At first, she was shocked and angry, but then she realized that Raj's crossdressing was not hurting anyone and might actually be a way for him to express himself in a safe and private way.
Anjali decided to support Raj's desires and even helped him pick out new clothes and makeup. She loved seeing him transform into a beautiful woman and even began referring to him as "Rajni" when he was in his feminine persona.
As time went on, Raj became more and more comfortable with his crossdressing and began to wear women's clothing around the house even when he was alone. But Anjali noticed that he still seemed hesitant to go out in public dressed as a woman.
One day, she suggested that Rajni accompany her to a ladies' night out with her friends. Raj was nervous, but he agreed to go, dressing up in his most beautiful sari and jewelry. As they arrived at the club, Rajni could feel the stares of other people, but also the excitement and thrill of being out in public as a woman.
Anjali's friends were surprised but accepting of Rajni, complimenting her on her beautiful clothes and makeup. They even invited Rajni to join them in a Bollywood dance routine, which she eagerly accepted. As the night went on, Rajni became more and more confident and comfortable in her feminine identity, feeling more alive than she had ever felt before.
From that night on, Rajni began going out more and more often, dressed in her beautiful saris and makeup. She even started her own YouTube channel, sharing her transformation videos and makeup tutorials with other crossdressers in India.
While it was a difficult journey for Rajni to come out of the closet as a crossdresser, with Anjali's support, she found the confidence to be her true self and embrace her femininity.
Nidhi (Saturday, 08 April 2023 02:09)
My self Chetan I belong from a small village of UP near Noida I'm only son to my mother she lives in village my father died when I was 13 year old, after my dad's death I became everything to my mom she fullfilled all my wishes we don't face any financial problems because my father have government job same property in village so my mom got father's job property mom managed everything really well and raised me will all Secrament. So after completing my 12 I have moved to Delhi for graduation in private btech college But due to job mom can't move with me here she has to live in village.
I take PG room in outer side of Delhi and my landlord are a very cute open minded morden young couple I called them Anuj bhaiya and apoorva bhabhi they look too good with each other and complete each other in all terms. Bhaiya 5.8 tall and fare Bhabhi was beauty of heaven, too fair, average body with flesh at right places, ample bust and hips. Always wore Sarees and Salwar Kameez whether at home or out Both are from gujrat but bhaiya and bhabhi did love marriage against their family so both shifted here and have no connection with their family members now. Their house was not that big but it's 2BHK both bedrooms have attached washroom and a big hall. Bhaiya have job in Indian railways and due to work he goes out of city for weeks some times, That's by they give me one room in their houses so I can give some company to bhabhi and also provide some security while bhaiya was out for work.
So with in 1 2 month I and Bhabhi had become quite acquainted with each other & I got very Frank with bhabhi and discuss everything with her like my collage crush and my crush on teacher she also share some of her story with me like her first nightout with bhaiya and how first time she got drunk and kissed her roommate did crazy thing's we were enjoying each other's company very much.
So one morning bhaiya was out for duty and their was some problem in bhabhi washroom & she needs to bath so she ask me to use my washroom so I said its your house you can use how long times you want and I got out from my room to hall when bhabhi come after bath then I goes to bath, after bathing when I search for my underwear I could not find it in washroom so I asked bhabhi about it so she said that by mistake she dropped my underwear from hanger it it's got wet so she put it in washing machine and said me to use some extra underwear so I said bhabhi I don't have any extra underwear if you told me that earlier I can't take bath today but now how can I go to college without underwear she said she looks for bhaiya's extra underwear after some time she come with panty in her hand and said can I manage with her underwear for one day because she couldn't find any underwear of bhaiya so I take that underwear from her and wear it it was first time I wear any female cloth in my life after getting ready for college when bhabhi see me she gives me a noughty smile. After that everything went normal that day at evening bhabhi try to tease me but I said it just a cloth and I don't get same even I wear whole girls dress for a day next day I get up very late so I don't have time to bath so I got ready without bathing and went to college after returning in evening bhabhi again started to tease me she said If I like her underwear so much she can give me an extra so do not need to wear only one underwear daily I understand her meaning and said I will return it tomorrow She used to tease me by calling me sweety, dolly etc.
Nidhi (Saturday, 08 April 2023 02:10)
Part 2
Next day after bathing when I give her underwear return to bhabhi she said I can keep it cause she don't use that underwear after some other man have weared it
I laughed & asked other man means if you use it if Bhaiya wear it she said definitely
So take her underwear said if you don't want it back I can keep it anyway I also need an extra underwear for emergencies
So that how I started wearing bhabhis underwear more often and when I wear I told her that today I wear your panty cause I like it when she tease me
After two month everything went normal and some teez festival has come every year bhabhi celebrate this festival with one of her friend who lives in our neighbor but this year she is not here and bhabhi is so sad how can she celebrate teez all alone
it's a big festival for married women in India on teez women's get's ready like bride and do Puja(worship) all night all wife's prayed for safety of her husband and children from God so when I ask her about her sadness she said she don't have anyone to celebrate teez this year even bhaiya is also out for his duty I said don't worry I will celebrate teez with you bhabhi laughed at me and said its not boys festival then after thinking some time bhabhi said to me Chetan if I ask you something will you give me i said obviously I will do anything for you then she dropped the bomb of her wish. She wanted me to be and dressed like a girl for teez she said please celebrate teez with me as a girl I got shocked and said bhabhi how can I become girl she said you just dress up as a girl and we celebrate it I just about to said no to it but bhabhi said ones you said you don't get shame being dress as girl so for bhabhi happiness I said yes.
Nidhi (Saturday, 08 April 2023 02:11)
Part 3
So teez was at Saturday so I take leave from college and on Saturday morning bhabhi woke me up early and give me some lotion said me to get bath after bathing bhabhi give me a new pair of underwear to wear I wear panty myself & bhabhi help me with bra I was pretty embarrassed but had to comply as I already said yes to this bra was too tight to get on and besides the smoothness of the fabric was sending tingling sensations in my body. I somehow managed to get in to the underwear and appeared before her. Then bhabhi made me wear one of her lehenga and choli. I feel a kind of liked the sensation on my skin and was embarrassed for the fact. She looked happier as my face got red with shame. Then she fixed a wig on my head and then she did complete facial makeup while applying red lipstick on my soft lips she suddenly give me a big smooch on my lips first I'm totally shocked with her behaviour and I said bhabhi how can you kiss other man instead of your husband then she laughed and said now you are not a other man you are other women and I can kiss other women I got shy. she said she just gets turned on after seeing me in this getup so I said I want more she said for that first you should learn to be a girl as much as possible then you got all pleasures that girls get. and then she filled my hands with bangles and bracelets. Tied a pair of anklets to my feet with ghunghroos and jingling rings in little fingers of me feet. With nail polish and little brush up, and at last she arrange chunni on my shoulder and my transformation was complete.
Then bhabhi left me there and went to get ready herself when I saw myself in the mirror for first time after getting fully dressed I got shocked because i was looking like a hot teenager dressed in lehenga that time I will fall in love with my own female self After sometime bhabhi return getting ready she looks like a bride She adored her work and my beauty as a girl and started taking pictures with her camera making me pose in different ways.
After that we goes to Pooja room but before starting Pooja bhabhi cover her head with dupatta so I also did the same bhabhi smiled at me and help me with my dupatta then we start Pooja and prayed all day and night and have so much fun like singing many bhajans and dancing on them after completing Pooja bhabhi hold one corner or her pallu in her hand and touched feet of God & took blessings from God then I also did same took blessings from God while holding corner of my pallu in hand after that I turn towards bhabhi and took blessings from her and touched her feet bhabhi smiled at me & give me blessings then said you don't need to hold pallu like that it's only for married women. next day I slept in same dress cause I got tired over night at evening bhabhi woke up me and said wake up princess how long you going to sleep?
I got confused & then remember I wear lehenga now so she called me princess I said in female voice that I'm not princess then bhabhi said write we have to choose a good name for you only your bf or husband have right to call you princess and then she said from now I will call you chetna for your feminine avatar & I blushed at her in acceptance.
Mahi (Saturday, 08 April 2023 10:22)
Part - 1
Sumanth started to remember the freshers day party. He has enjoyed a lot. He was starring at the girls, who came in half sarees. He saw his seniors bikes and thought, by the end of his engineering , he have a buy a good bike.
After 4 year's, here he is in the farewell party. He is in a silk saree. His mom and sister helped him to get ready. His long braided hair crossed his butt. His actual hair is till his hips. His mom added hair extensions and braided it.
He couldn't ask his dad for a bike. Since they recently spent a lot of money to buy golden bangles, a necklace, two pairs of earrings for him. His mom Rekha even bought him a nose stub even though his nose not pierced yet.
He can feel most of the boys are starring at him. So Sumanth was careful about his saree, making sure he is not Exposing anything.
He starred at his principal angrily. It's because of her he thought.
Sanjana (Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:50)
y name is sanjay, iam from telangana state.
I have 26 years age, iam slim with fair face. However, I have thin hair.
Because of my hair being thin, non of the hair style suits me and i look ugly. My family members have been searching matches for me and iam also trying to love some one but no girl is ready to accept me. I know my hair style does not suit me and iam looking ugly because of thin hair. I went different type of saloons and tried different hairstyles but all my efforts are in vain. Once I went one saloon asked Barbara to set one hairstyle that is suitable to me but he said ur hair is so thin and silky so no hair style is 100% set for u, so I asked him then how. He said adjust like this only. I told barber that no girls are accepting me because of my hair, he think twice and gave one advise that keep hair long. as my hair is too silky and thin and iam fair, long hair suits me.
Sanjana (Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:51)
2:
I think twice and spent two three days thinking whether I should keep my hair long.because, I know if I have long hair, people tease me and face problem with family amd we are looking matches also. Iam dull thinking about it. One day my sister asked me why iam dull for few days. I told my sister that I tried different type of hair styles but because of my hair being thin, no hair style is perfect. She said so what. I told my sister that because of hair, iam looking ugly and when I asked one barber he advised me that I should keep my hair long and that is the only option for this type of hair. My sister think a twice and said thag u can try middle lenth long hair first and see whether it is correct and she also said that she would convince my mother. Finally my mother is also accepted with little sad face. I did not cut my hair for few months and my sister helped me for keeping thag hair neat and straight. Gradually, my hair grown upto my shoulder after few months. Compare with short hair,now iam looking good because my hair covering all my head and iam not looking like blad head person. I just kept my hair open and combed all my hair back side. Even though I combed my hair back it comes front and and cover my ears. After few months it grown little more. Now my face looking good. While I was driving, my hair coming front and back and annoying me. I faced difficulty driving bike with that hair but I did not tell it to any one. One day while iam going some where, my hair came front and covered my eyes and while I was correcting it I was about to skid and do accident. Somehow, I escaped.
Sanjana (Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:53)
3.
After going home, I told what happened. She said as ur hair came upto ur shoulder and ur keeping it loose ur getting problem. Then I asked what should I do. She said u can cut it short but ur looking good now. If u cut short,u look same like before. I said what should I do then. She said keep ur hair back and use rubber band. I said I don't want to tie my hair with band. She suggested if I tie my hair with band it won't disturb me and not fall down hair as well. Also,she said pony taily makes my face more beautiful because it is upto ur shoulder and I look like rock star. I was attracted towards her words and accepted. My sister went inside and brought one rubber band which is black color and she made pony tail my hair. I look my self and iam looking good in that pony tail and it is giving me relief. I tied my hair only while driving bike and keeping my hair loose rest of the time. While I was driving bike, few girls started watching me and I saw smile on their faces. I know it is because of my hair. One day, after reaching home I missed to remove band and my mother saw it. She said ur good now like this then I recognized that I did not remove pony tail. So from onwards I am using pony tail always. One day after bath, my sister asked me that she comb my hair and she said ur hair need to be cleaned. She said ur hair need some extra work and she went inside and brought hair straight mission. I asked her why it is necessary now. She said ur hirl is not stright so I will make it stright and u look good. While making she unfortunately curved my hair in the end she recognised it after completing all but she afraid and did not say that with me. She added band but because of my hair became curve in the end that ponytail does not suit me and when I saw my self in the mirror, I look different. I asked my sister why this ponytail not looking good and why hair is curly in the back. She said she unfortunately rolled mission. She suggested that she would try another type of pony tail and it suits me good. I do nothing so I asked her to make it. She re combed my hair and cought all my hair and pulled upside to make it high pony tail. She did not find the hairband that was removed so she went inside and brought one more band but it had few stones and color is also not black. She maid my hair high pony tail and added that small stone band which I did not recognise. My mother came and saw me in high ponytail and said that ur looking beautiful in this hairstyle and ur hair is looking curly backside and it is good. I felt happy and tried to see my face in mirror. I felt angry seeing my hair little bit up but i looks beautiful like in it so I did not remove it. However, I did not recognise my hairband.
Sanjana (Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:56)
4
My mother said that their was one girl for match so we have to meet her. I went to meet her in the same hair style and met her outside. As soon as she saw me, she gave small smile. She looks beautiful and she was attracted by me because of my hair which really looks good. She talked with me for some time and asked few questions about my study and work and I also asked few questions her. Her height and my height are same and unfortunately she also have hair till her shoulder and she simply made it ponytail. She praised my hair and she complemented that my hair is silky and that pony tail suited me very well. She also advised one thing that I would look good in this hairstyle without beard and moustache and she suggested me to remove it if possible. I felt angry in the beginning but she was a fashion designer so I understood that she knows very well about it so I told her that I would try. She smiled and we came out from coffee shop paying bill. She went her home and I came back my home. My sister asked me how she was I said she is beautiful and she advised me one thing but I don't know whether it is good idia.i told my sister what that girl advised and my sister said yes she is correct. Next day while I was going for bath I remembered it and tried to remove beard first, removed mustache and did head bath while removing I recommend that hair band has few stones but I did not think much about it. While I was coming back from my bath, my mother saw me and dried my hair with wet towel and she said after head bath we should always wear kumkum(sindhur) and kept it. My mother said ur looking beautiful without mustache and this hair. I said nothing.
My sister saw me without beard,mustache and has kumkum so she said iam looking perfect now. I gave one smile and wore jeans and T-shirt and asked my sister to comb my hair. She combed my hair and made same high ponytail and added another band now which is pink color. While iam moving my face that hair swinging and back side it is curly too. After some time same girl called me and she said iam okay for her to get married but she wants it to be after few days gap not now. I said okay. She asked me to meet today at somewhere and I said okay and gave her address. I told my sister and mother that news and they felt happy. I had breakfast and went out to meet that girl whom iam considering as my girlfriend nowonwards but I missed to remove kumkum from head. She saw me in that cleaned shave look but she did not recognise me in the first. Later she recognised and gave me smile. She said now ur looking like this. As she met me first time after accepting, I want to give her gift so I took her to the watch shop and bought one watch for her. She felt happy and she also wanted to give me one gift but she wants it to be different so she thought a while and took me to the one fashion items selling shop. I told her why here now. She said she wanted to give me different and good gift so she asked sales Lady to show me long type earrings and selected one little long earrings which are beautiful I told her those are not good but I did not tell more times as it is shop.after coming out from shop, I asked her what is the use with them giving to me. She said that she was a fashion designer so she knows which is good and which is not good. She said ur hair style is so beautiful and it is long also.however, u would look like rockstar more handsome if u wear earrings with this hair style, I don't like hearing those words but I did not tell anything and I said I don't have ear holes so not useful now. She took me to the jewellery shop and asked him to Pierce my both ears but I stopped her and friend to come out. She said that I would look good and friend to convince me so I accepted it finally as I don't want to hurt her in first meeting. Shop keeper pierced my both ears and insted of keeping them empty she added those earrings bought for me. Finally, I saw my self in mirror, my face look different. Earrings are not short but not too girly also and it suited me very well. While I was thinking how I look, my gf said ur looking so beautiful and like rockstar now but actually iam looking little bit like girly. My girl friend knows it but did not tell it to me. I tried to removed atleast that kumkum but she stopped me.
After spring some time with her we waived bye and went my home. While going inside, I removed my earrings and went inside
Sanjana (Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:57)
5.
My sister and mother recognised my ear hols and asked me why I pierced my ears I just told them that the same barber advised me to wear earring to look like rockstar but I forgot to tell shop person to Pierce only one ear so he did it for two ears. My sister felt happy. After few days I met my gf outside and she asked me to go for long drive. I tld her that I did not bring any cloths, she said it is only 40 kilometres where her farmhouse was there and we would come back by night. I said okay and stated going there in one bike, while we are going, my hair swinging and touching my gf. She felt happy but in the middle there was raining heavily and we drenched almost. She said her formhouse is just 3 kilometres and there must me some cloths. We went there drenching un the rain amd went inside the house. It is beautiful. First my gf dried herself and went inside and changed her cloths. She also asked me to remove dress and dry my self meanwhile she would search cloths for me. I bathroom and removed all wet cloths and came out by wrapping towel. She searched for sometime and brought me jeans and T-shirt but those look different and asked her these are looking different. She said she did not find any male cloths and found only one pair of jeans and T-shirt which are actually hers dresses. I felt sad but no other option. She and me Or same height and both are slims so that jeans and t-shirts fit me good. She re adjusted my hair but she did not have hairband so she went inside and brought one hair clip and maid my hair into ponytail. She knows earrings are in my pocket so she asked me to remove them and she fixed them to my both ears. Her T-shirt is too girly so because of that hairstyle, long earrings and girls jeans and T-shirt, iam looking like girl and when we both see ourself in the mirror, we both are looking similar. She said ur looking beautiful in my jeans and I said nothing for it. Hole day we spent like that and next day my dresses are still wet so I don't know what should I do. My girl friend suggested me that there was her night T-shirt which does not look girly and wear same jeans so that no one recognise. I freshed up and came out. This time she adjusted my hair but again kept clip and I did not see it as it is small one also she kept one sticker between my eyebrows. I felt angry and removed it but not removed earrings and came out to have breakfast outside and go back to home. Tiffin center girl first called me akka but later she recognised iam boy and smiled inside. My girl friend saw it but not told anything. I dropped her outside where we parked her bike and went my home and not removed my earrings
. My sister saw me me and teased me saying that iam looking like girl and beautiful. She asked me why I wore girls jeans and T-shirt I said hole story but she also asked me why I wore girls earrings. I don't know what to tell but some how I told that my gf wants to give gift but she did not find anything and saw my hair being empty so she bought earrings from her bag and fixed them to me for fun and my gf asked me to keep saving them as those are her first gifts. Saying so, I went inside.
My hair grown little long but i had cut them till my shoulder. My gf keeps giving me few girls items as gift but I did not upset hef so I took them but not used.
Sanjana (Saturday, 08 April 2023 18:57)
6.
One day my birthday came. My gf came my home and brought half saree as gift and asked me to wear them. I did not accept it. She felt sad and became more dull, my sister and mother who saw her being dull asked her what is the reason. She said she unfortunately her parcel exchanged in the shop and insted of jeans and shirt, that cover has half sare with readymade jacket. She also said that now she was unable to go and exchange as it was far away. My sister felt sad when heard the story and asked came up with plan and asked me why don't u make her happy. I said how I can do now. My sister said u can wear that saree one time so that ur gf feels happy thinking that her birthday gift is good. My mother also asked same. I did not accept but after seeing my gf being sad I can not do anything just accepted and but I know it was my gf preplanned but made a story. Finally she made me wear that half saree and blouse suited me perfectly because of we both looks similar. All three girls added hair extension, bangles, long juhmka earrings, payal to my legs. They also painted my nails and brought flowers and kept on my hair. After mading all, I saw my self in mirror and I was shocked. Iam looking perfect like girl. They took few of my pics in Sare and cut the cake. After that my sister said we all should go temple and my girl friend gave her high heels. I don't like going out but they are forced. Finally I went temple and no one recognised iam boy, I did not talk nothing and came home. I spent hole day like girl with my girl friend, mother and sister I forgot that iam in saree and enjoyed hole day. After few days, my marriage fixed with her and got married. My girlfriend did not allow me to cut my hair short but I kept it till my sholder only and once in a while my wife made me like girl and we enjoy like girl friends. I go out with only ponytail and clean shave but dont go out like girl. I kept my body slim and I enjoyed female life only once in a life. Like this my life going on.
This is my story and I stopped it here only.
Mahi (Sunday, 09 April 2023 01:35)
Part - 2
After the party, Sumanth's dad came to pick him. Sumanth sat on the back of the bike like a lady and made sure to handle his pallu properly. After reaching he was going to his room.
Sumanth, the tailor stitched blouse for the silk saree. Your aunt has a really good taste and gave a beautiful a silk saree. Go to your room and check, whether it fits Or not., said his mom Rekha
Neha, help your brother with the saree, said Rekha to her daughter
Neha is always ready to her big brother. She still remembers, teaching Sumanth how to braid his hair. Neha is very happy to use Sumanth's jewelry and sarees.
Neha followed Sumanth to his room and helped him to remove the silk saree carefully, it's really expensive. Then Sumanth tried the new blouse and it fitted him properly.
Then Neha left. He placed the new blouse in his wardrobe and took out a nighty and wore. He removed flowers in his hair and undid his braid. He brushed his hair and braided it. It's touching his hips.
He quickly wore a dupatta around his chest and went to kitchen and started to help his mom.
He heard commentry of the IPL match, his dad was watching it. Sumanth also wanted to watch the match but he has lot of household chores to do.
After serving food to his dad first. He had dinner along with his mom and sister.
After doing some cleaning. He went to his room and layed on the bed. He could not sleep. Everyone saw him in saree. Including his relatives, in his cousin's wedding.
He started to remember how all these started.
Mahi (Sunday, 09 April 2023 02:53)
Part -3
Sumanth somehow got into xyz engineering college, although it's not because of his skill but because of his dad. With lot of his dad bought a seat for him. Sumanth knows the college is very strict but he knows a lot of girls will join the college.
As he expected on the freshers day, he saw lot of beautiful girls in the half sarees. He saw his seniors in bikes and their girlfriend. He decided at least by the end of the his engineering, he will have a girlfriend and buy a bike.
He doesn't know how to ride a bike. So one day, he took his dad's bike and started riding it. Slowly he started learning but he met with an accident. He was taken to the hospital and it's not very serious but he still need some bed rest.
After recovering he again took his dad's bike and wad riding towards the salon. Unfortunately, he again met with an accident.
His mom thought, something might me wrong with his astrology. So Rekha and Raghu met a priest. After having some talks with him.
The priest gave a solution to sumanth's astrology.
As per the priest, hair is given by the God and it should not be cut, it's bad luck. Since Sumanth astrology is not good for next 7 years. The priest told them not to allow Sumanth to cut his hair for the next 7 year's.
After reaching home, Rekha told sumanth about the solution told by the priest. Sumanth didn't agree.
Sumanth, don't dare to disagree with your mom, you will be punished, warned Raghu
Sumanth remembered how his dad used to punish him. So he agreed not to cut his hair for next 7 year's.
After they left, Neha was smilling at Sumanth. Sumanth didn't understand why.
Why are you laughing? Asked Sumanth
It's just, if you don't cut your hair for 7 year's. Your hair will cross your butt, said Neha with a laugh.
Sumanth was stunned.
Till my butt. I don't want it. I don't know how to handle it, said Sumanth
Don't worry, Bro. I will teach you, how to braid your hair, said Neha happily
Braid my hair? Asked Sumanth
Of you have to wear a braid everyday, just like mom and me, said. Neha
Just an imagination frightened him.
In the college he didn't have any problem for an year. And his hair is now till his chest. Even his mom was surprised the rate at which his hair is growing. By the insistence of his mom, he started to wear a ponytail for college.
One day the principal received a complaint that a girl named Kavya is not following the college uniform rules.
The principal Swapna is very strict anv asked Kavya why she is not following college uniform rules.
The rules are simple, girls should have hair at least till their chest and for boys, their hair should not cross their ears.
Girls should wear chudidhar and boys should wear shirt and pant.
So anyone has hair till their chest, should they wear pants and chudidhar, asked Kavya
Of course chudidhar, said Swapna.
Then why is a boy having long hair, asked kavya
If you are talking about Sumanth. His parents requested for him. It's because of some bad astrology, answered Swapna
Then I too have a bad astrology, I have to wear only pants, answered kabya arrogantly.
Swapna got very angry.
From Monday onwards start coming in chudidhar. Since sumanth either has to cut his hair Or come to college in a chudidhar, said Swapna
In the evening Swapna called sumanth and his parents. She explained them about the situation.
Mahi (Sunday, 09 April 2023 10:03)
Part -4
You can't be serious about it? Said Raghu
Even I don't want to do it but even I have to follow rules. Girls should have hair atleast till their chest and if a person has long hair till the chest, that person is considered as a girl. Not to mention Sumanth has long hair., said Swapna.
What if we don't agree to it? Said Raghu
Then Sumanth is not allowed to study in this college. Remember we won't return the money you paid for the seat, said Swapna
Raghu doesn't know what to say.
I can promise you one thing. No one will tease Sumanth, said Swapna
They all reached home. And Sumanth wad very angry.
Now I can drop from this college and join new college, said Sumanth
Drop from these college? Don't you know how much money I have paid., shouted Raghu
So, I am not wearing girls clothes to college, shouted Sumanth at Raghu
A tight slap landed on Sumanth's face.
From monday onwards, you are going college in girls uniform. Rekha take care of everything, said Raghu and left.
Tears tolled down Sumanth's red cheeks.
Sumanth don't cry. We can't do anything about it., said Rekha to Sumanth trying to console him.
Common now, we have lot work to do, said Rekha and pulled Sumanth of the ground.
Mahi (Sunday, 09 April 2023 21:16)
Part -5
Sumanth was taken to a shopping mall. While sumanth stood silently. Rekha bought girls uniform clothes and dupatta. Then they directly went to the tailor shop.
The was a lady and she was surprised, when Rekha asked her to take measurements of Sumanth for the chudi. It was really humiliating for sumanth. Rekha spoke to the tailor and asked her to stitch the uniform before. Since Rekha offered extra money they agreed.
Then they walked into a fancy store. Rekha found the matching bangles to the uniform and asked the sales person you show of Sumanth's size. At first the sales person thought, Rekha might be joking but soon he realised, Rekha was serious about it. Without wasting any time, the sales person showed bangles of different sizes.
Rekha took them and started to put into sumanth's hands. At first sumanth was resisting but when Rekha glared at him angrily, he stopped.
By the end Rekha bought 2 dozens, of matching bangles of the uniform and different color bangles of size. Rekha even bought bindi packet, different types of hair clips, pins for the dupatta. When she was about to complete the shopping, she remembered earrings. Rekha searched for decent earrings and finally found 3 pairs.
After paying the bill, they started to walk to home.
Mahi (Sunday, 09 April 2023 22:14)
Part -6
For the next 2 days Sumanth was very nervous. Sunday until sumanth going for bed. He didn't receive the uniform. On Monday, he happy placed his uniform, pant and shirt on the bed. After taking a bath, he saw his mom waiting for him. His heart beat increased, when he saw his new uniform, chudidhar.
He looked at his mom sadly.
Mom, I don't want to wear it. Everyone in college will laugh at me, said Sumanth
Rekha went towards sumanth. Slapped sumanth's left and right cheeks. A small tear rolled down his cheek.
Don't ever disobey me, warned Rekha
Then rekha took a garment similar to a bra, but it's different. It already has breast forms attached to give nice shape.
Rekha hooked it behind and made him wear the top and the pant. She looked at him from to bottom and thought, the uniform is stitched perfectly. Rekha took the dupatta and folded it properly. She pinned it in his shoulders by creating a v-shape of dupatta resting on his chest.
Sumanth lost the will to resist as Rekha started to do his make up and his hair. She put clip on earrings to his ears. Rekha doesn't want to make Sumanth too girly, so she put a bangle to his each hand. A bindi on his face finished the look. When he saw himself on the mirror, tears rolled down his cheek. Rekha wiped it.
Sumanth, I know it's really hard for you. We don't have any choice. Till you get used to it, I will have to be very strict with you, said Rekha by giving a kiss on his forehead.
Rekha slowly walked Sumanth of the room. When he entered the living room, Neha came running to him.
Bro, trust me. You one will recognise you for a boy, said Neha
When he was about to sit on the dinning chair, Rekha stopped him.
Sumanth look how Neha sits and sit like her, said Rekha.
Neha sat by wipping her top in the back and sat with her knees together. And placed the ends of the dupatta on her lap.
Sumanth hesitated to do it , since it's too girly. But Rekha looked at him angrily, so he did exactly like Neha.
As they were waiting for Raghu. Rekha was giving tips and warning to Sumanth.
When Reghu came out. He looked at sumanth from top to bottom but he didn't say anything.
Neha is still studying intermediate, so she will go to college in college bus and Raghu decided to take care of sumanth's travel.
On the whole way to the college was in fear. Raghu stopped the bike at college gate, Sumanth slowly got down. To his surprise, Swapna was waiting for them. She was happy looking at Sumanth.
She slowly walked him into college and into her office. As he was waiting in her office. Swapna went to his class and warned everyone. If anyone teases sumanth they will be punished. Everyone is afraid of swapna so no one would dare to tease him.
Swapna went to her office.
Listen, sumanth. No one is going to tease you and if you have any problem tell me first. By the way, it would be weird for the boys to see another boy dressed as a girl in the washroom and it's weird for girls also. So till everything gets sorted, you can use the bathroom in the office, said Swapna
They slowly walked into his class. Everyone is surprised looking at Sumanth. When boys got to know, sumanth is coming to college in girls uniform, they thought, he would look ugly but sumanth surprised everyone with his beauty.
In the girls row, no one sat on the last bench, so Swapna asked sumanth to sit there. Sumanth slowly walked over, and sat the way his mom taught him in the home. He wiped his back, knees together and ends of dupatta on his lap. It surprised all the girls and Swapna.
The problem Sumanth faced is, no wants to sit with him while having lunch. He sat alone and eat.
It continued for a week.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 10:52)
Part - 7
For a week girls observed Sumanth and decided he is a good person and he is more of a girl than a boy.
So when Sumanth was having lunch, girls joined him. Sumanth was very happy about it.
Sumanth started to spend a lot time with the girls. As days gone by, Sumanth thought, he is becoming a girl. So he decided to be less girly.
Since he is wearing clip on earrings, he started to throw them away and was breaking bangles as well. When Rekha asked him about the earrings, he said he lost them since they are very loose.
Rekha observed it for a week and Sumanth lost 4 pairs of earrings. It was very clear for Rekha that Sumanth wanted loosing them.
So on Saturday evening, when Sumanth returned from college. Rekha took Sumanth for some shopping. Sumanth didn't think much about it.
When he noticed Rekha entering into a piercing shop, he just followed her inside.
Mom, why are we here? Asked Sumanth
To have your ears pierced, answered Rekha
Sumanth was stunned and he immediately said no to his mom.
Rekha got hold of his ears and twisted it. Sumanth was in a lot of pain.
Do you think I am that dumb? You were loosing earrings on purpose. Do you know how much time I had to spent to pick a good pair of earrings, said Rekha angrily
Now shut your mouth and sit on the chair, shouted Rekha
As Sumanth sat on the a lady came to him with a piercing gun. When Sumanth left the shop, he has 3 piercings in each ear. He was on tears.
Stop, crying or I will peirce your nose as well, said Rekha
Sumanth wiped his tears with fear.
When they reached honey, Neha was surprised to see the new piercings of Sumanth. She was little jealous actually.
Within a week, Sumanth started to wear earrings to college.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 11:56)
Part - 8
The girls were surprised by Samantha's piercings. So one day in the evening, they had one hour free time. All boys went to ground, while Sumanth along with other girls stayed in the class. Just then one of the girl asked Sumanth
Sumanth, why are you always wearing only ponytail? Asked a girl
Yes, with your hair, you can try try different hair styles, said Another girl
Can you please come to collage tomorrow with different hair styles, asked a girl
The very next day, Sumanth was ready in the chudidhar. Just then he remembered what the girls said yesterday. But Sumanth knows only ponytail. So hr went to Neha's room. When Neha saw him, she doesn't know why he is here.
So, Neha can you do me a new hair style. I am bored with ponytail, said Sumanth
Neha was surprised and was very happy.
Of course bro. Come sir here, said Neha
As Sumanth Sar on the bed. Neha started to brush his hair.
After brushing it, Neha middle parted it and started to do a hair style. When she said it's done. He looked on the mirror and was shocked. The hair style is so girly but he didn't say anything bad about it. Since it's getting late, he went to living room to have breakfast.
Rekha was surprised with his hair style.
When he reached college the girls were really happy looking at Samantha's new hair style.
Since then, everyday Neha would do new hair style for Sumanth.
After a month, one day in the college it was sports period. The girls were laughing and giggling and Sumanth was among them.
At that time
Sumanth, we girls wanted to tell you something, said one girl
What is it? Asked Sumanth
You see, we girls follow some dress code. We wanted to get traditional, so we all wear bangles, earrings and anklets. As you can see we all have very long hair as well, said a girl
Since we consider you as one of the girl, we request you to wear anklets and few more bangles, said a girl
Sumanth was stunned and doesn't know what to say.
The girls noticed his discomfort.
We all consider you as one of our friend. If you feel the same way, please wear at least 8 bangles on each hand and wear anklets as well, said a girl
On the way to home, Sumanth was thinking about it. He is a boy, he should not wear bangles and anklets. At the same time he thought, the girls were really good help to him.
Once he reached home, he was still thinking about it. Rekha noticed Sumanth was thinking about something very deeply.
Sumanth, what are you thinking about? Asked Rekha calmly
Sumanth hesitated.
Mom, I need to ask you something, started Sumanth. What is it? Asked Rekha
Mom, can I wear anklets to college? Asked Sumanth with full embarrassment.
Rekha was not expecting it.
You want to wear anklets to college? Asked Rekha
When Sumanth nodded his head, Rekha thought for a while.
No problem, I bought a new pair of anklets for Neha and she didn't want them. I think, they will fit you well, said Rekha calmly.
After listening to it, Sumanth slowly walked to his room. Sumanth still can't believe, what just happened. He requested his mom for anklets.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 12:21)
Part - 9
On Sunday, Neha would teach him some hair styles. Even though Sumanth not interested in hair styles. He still learnt few.
On Monday, he was all ready with Rekha pinning the dupatta.
Sumanth sit on the bed and show me your ankles, asked Rekha
Sumanth sat on the bed and showed his ankles to his mom.
Rekha carefully fixed them to his ankles. Sumanth understood why Neha doesn't want then. These anklets have a lot of bells.
After fixing them, Rekha looked at Sumanth lovingly and kissed on his forehead. After Rekha left
Sumanth still has to wear bangles now. As he started walking towards bangles, the anklets are making a lot of sound. He tried to ignore it but it's really hard.
He wore 8 bangles to each hand. Then he started to walk towards Neha's room.
Neha was hearing the sound of the bangles but she doesn't know from where she is getting the sound. She is not wearing those type of anklets, neither her mom.
Just then, Sumanth entered the room, Neha was really surprised when she realized the anklets sound is coming from her brother's feet.
Neha didn't not comment anything. She started to do his hair. Then she saw, Sumanth was wearing more bangles than before.
The girls are very very happy seeing Sumanth in anklets and in wearing more bangles.
It continued for few months.
Before the festival of Sankranti, Rekha and Neha went for shopping. After shopping for a while. Rekha's eyes caught something. It's the beautiful half sarees. Rekha's started to browse through it and selected matching half sarees. Neha was confused.
Mom, you are in the age to wear half sarees, said Neha
Rekha laughed and said
It's not for me. One is for you and another is for Sumanth, said Rekha with a smile
Neha face brightened.
Really, Sumanth bro is going to wear a half saree? Asked Neha
Of course, said Rekha
Don't know why but Neha was very happy. May be she wanted a sister and now she has one in her brother.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 12:54)
Part - 10
The day before the festival, at night. Rekha was applying mehendi to Neha's hands and legs. At that time, Sumanth was watching TV. Once Rekha was done with Neha.
Sumanth, come here, shouted Rekha
Sumanth went to Rekha.
Sumanth, remove your bangles and anklets and sit here. Said Rekha.
Sumanth didn't not question and did like he was told.
Once he sat, Rekha took his hand and was about to apply it. Immediately Sumanth took his hand back.
Rekha got very angry.
Sumanth, I really don't want to punish you now. If you don't give me your hands now. You are going to regret it, said Rekha
Lately Sumanth was really afraid of Rekha, so he gave in and Rekha started to apply it.
With each passing minute, Samantha's hands and legs became very girly.
When Rekha is done. Mehendi was applied till his forearms and till his knees for legs.
Just like Rekha said, he slept carefully without damaging the mehendi. The next day morning, he went to the bathroom and washed his hands and legs. He was in tears, when he saw the results. His hands and legs are so girly. Just then he heard his mom asking him to take a bath quickly.
He took the bath came out. He saw some colorful clothes on his bed and he knows they are not shirt and pant.
Without giving much time Sumanth, Rekha hooked a bra with breast forms. Sumanth doesn't understood, why he has to wear it today.
When Rekha took a blouse and came towards, he quickly backed out.
Mom, what is it? Asked Sumanth
It's a blouse. You are going to wear a half saree today, said Rekha
Sumanth was stunned.
Mom, please mom. I don't want to wear it, said Sumanth
But Rekha didn't care. She forcefully made him to wear the blouse, she hooked it and tied the strings on his back. Then came the petticoat. Sumanth was saying no but Rekha didn't care. Soon he was in the petticoat and the long skirt. Rekha took the dupatta and started to drape it perfectly.
Sumanth stopped resisting, he knows it's useless. After pinning it perfectly on his left shoulder. He was asked to sit the chair.
Rekha started to show her make up skills. After doing his hair, she did his make up as well. She replaced his ear stubs with big jhumkas. 16 bangles to each hand, a small chain and a necklace around his neck. He was already wearing anklets. She placed a bindi on his forehead and it completed his look.
Rekha was really happy with the result. Sumanth was really cute and beautiful. Sumanth was really sad.
Sumanth, why are you so sad? The half saree is not gonna hurt you, said Rekha
She walked Sumanth out of his room. Sumanth was embarrassed when he saw his dad.
Just then Sumanth saw Neha. She is wearing a matching half saree. She came towards Sumanth with happiness.
She took took Samantha's hands, which made a lot of bangles sound. As Neha was speaking to him. He realized Rekha was pinning flowers in his hair.
If you all are ready, can we go to the temple now? Asked Raghu
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 13:27)
Part - 11
When he heard the word temple, Sumanth was shocked. As Raghu went out to start the car, Neha followed him. Sumanth was requesting Rekha, that he doesn't want to come. Of course, Rekha didn't not care. She walked him out. Raghu was in the driver seat, on the back, Neha sat first followed by Sumanth and Rekha.
Sumanth was very nervous.
Sumanth, don't be nervous. I don't want to embarrass you. Trust me, nothing bad will happen, said Rekha to Sumanth with a smile
Sumanth became little calm.
They stopped at the temple and first Rekha got out. Followed by Sumanth. Rekha helped Sumanth to get down properly, it's his first time in half saree.
After Neha got down, Raghu went to part the car. Sumanth saw so many ladies. He was trying to hind beside Rekha. Rekha smiled and didn't say anything. Within 10 min Raghu came to then.
Here, 3 tickets for ladies queue and one ticket for me, said Raghu
Sumanth was embarrassed by it.
Sumanth was careful while walking. Rekha was instructing him, how to handle the hand saree.
After the prayer, they sat in the temple. Sumanth saw how Neha sat and sat just like her. Rekha applied turmeric paste to his cheeks and pinned the flowers given by the priest.
Raghu, Rekha are very calm and Sumanth was very nervous. Neha was trying to calm him down by starting a conversation with him.
They sat on the temple for 20 min and reached home after that.
As they entered home,
See did anything bad happened, asked Rekha to Sumanth
You shouldn't cut you hair for 7 years and have to wear ladies clothes for more than 2 years. So you should be feel comfortable around ladies. Not just you, ladies should feel comfortable around as well, for example, the girls in your class, said Rekha
Sumanth was listening to it carefully.
I was just trying to help, said Rekha
Sumanth was very silent.
Do you know what is the meaning, if your mehendi becomes dark? Asked Rekha with a smile
Sumanth knows it and blushed.
That's right, you are going to get a good husband, teased Rekha
Sumanth blushed even more and laughed.
Rekha hugged Sumanth and Neha together and kissed them on their forehead.
I am really lucky to have two beautiful daughters, said Rekha
Sumanth sat on the sofa to watch TV, while Rekha and Neha went to kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Sumanth felt uneasy sitting on the surface, while his mom and sister worked. So he went to kitchen to help.
Rekha was happy about it and gave him small chores to do.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 13:41)
Part - The end
Till evening Sumanth didn't complain about the half saree, he doesn't why but it felt good for him.
At night Rekha helped him to remove the jewelry and the hand saree. At the same time, she gave him a new nighty she bought for him. Don't why but Sumanth wore it without any complaints.
It's a start to his life.
By the end of the 4 year, Sumanth became an expert in draping a saree. He became a lot closer to his mom and sister.
Sometimes, he still missing going out anytime he wants bht he was not allowed. Rekha doesn't want her beautiful daughter to go alone.
He is free to wear male clothes again after the 4th year but everyone knows, it's not gonna happen.
He even met most of his relatives in sarees.
Thank you for your support guys.
I don't want to prolong the story.
Hope you guys likes it.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 14:17)
Part - 1
Kiran still can't believe, his mom, sister and even his wife didn't believe him. Here he is in a silk saree, with hair till his waist and wearing same amount of jewelry his wife, Kavya is wearing and attending a ladies function. He is comfortable in sarees and stuff but he still prefers pants.
He doesn't have answer for few things. It all started 4 years ago.
He is a software engineer, so is his wife Kavya. They both goy married really young and they are blessed with a boy and names him Rohit. Kiran was 18, when he was married. Son now Rohit is 16 and Kiran is 34. Kiran is not a big man, he is of average height and weight.
One day Kavya noticed, her blouse was torn a little and it felt like some wore but there are no women in the house expect her. But she didn't pay much attention to it after that.
One day when she came home, she felt her were searched a little and she noticed a necklace was missing. She started to panic. Thinking some else is in the house.
When her son Rohit came from college. Kavya told him about the necklace and she is going to complain to the police. Rohit apps it's a good idea, since the necklace is really expensive.
Kavya thought before complaining to police, she decided to search everywhere in the house. She felt bad for not trusting Rohit and Kiran but she felt something is hiding for her.
She searched in her and Rohit's room. She didn't find anything. Kavya is a saree freak. She has lot of saree and the wardrobe in her room is filled with sarees, so Kiran Joey his clothes in another room.
So Kavya was searching for it in Kiran's room. Unfortunately she not only found her necklace but also her old sarees and blouses. She was confused. Why is Kiran hiding sarees from her.
She sat on the sofa was thinking about it. Just then Rohit came from college. He noticed Kavya was in deep thoughts.
When he asked about it. She explained everything from the jewelry to sarees.
Rohit thought for a while
May be dad likes to dress up as a woman, said Rohit
What? Asked Kavya.
Kavya kept thinking about it. She started to realize, her clothes were worn by someone else..
After a while
What would you do, if you find out dad likes to dress up as a woman, asked Rohit
Kavya didn't answer quickly. She thought for a while. Kiran is a good person, of wants to dress up as a woman then he should, she thought.
I don't have any problems with it but he needs to choose one. He shouldn't live a lie, once he starts to wear sarees, he should never pants in his life, said Kavya
Kavya has a doubt on her son as well. She was waiting for the right time.
One day, she came home without telling it to her husband and son. When was searching, if there is any one in the home. She was shocked to see her husband, sleeping in a nighty. He was wearing bangles as well.
She was sad and relived as well. She found the person, she was looking for. She took some photos and went to living room.
Mahi (Monday, 10 April 2023 14:29)
Part - 2
When Kiran woke up, he was startled to find himself in a nighty and bangles. He didn't know how it happened. As he tried to get up from bed, a lot of noise came from his legs, he is wearing anklets as well. Just then the door opened and he saw his wife Kavya standing there.
Kiran, come to the living room, said Kavya
Let me change, asked Kiran
No need, said Kavya
Kiran does not know what is going on, why is he in a nighty.
Samantha (Wednesday, 12 April 2023 15:07)
Nirmal(A)...part -1
We are standing the infornt of house and i am standing behind Kaviya holding her shoulder and bending my head to floor when my mother and aunty see me like this there face is completely angry I am seeing them in small eyes...I dont know how to handle the situation but Kaviya is standing without any tension...but for me my past memories are runing and i am thinking about my past...
Let me tell the story ...My father and his close friend both are living together but different house and same campus. i will tell you about us.
Heroine Family (My family )
I am Nirmal and I was born in an conservative hindu family in Tamilnadu. Right from my birth, my parents induced being conservative on me. my father name is ram & my mom name Jaya .I had an elder brother, his name is Raj. I hate the partiality at my home right from my child hood. This makes me feel irritated every single time, that my brother was treated special and i was denied to have very nominal things and small small happiness which i can enjoy. My mom will allow him to play out side but she will not allow me and maximum time i will stay in home only.My brother was good at studies right from the beginning, on the other hand i was an below average student. He was 3 years ahead to me.As my father is Goverment employee But entire household works has to be done by mother.My mom ask us help her but no use. my brother just do nothing and laze around home or go out for roaming with his friends. my mom and i will be there in the home most of the time. As like my father, my mom also has traditional mindset, so she always ensure that we are under her control and follows all the values and rituals.
Hero Family (Kaviya Family)
Her name is Kaviya and father name Prabu and mom name is seetha. she had an elder brother, his name is Vijay and elder siter Priya. Kaviya father treats all are equal. Her father will allow them to play out side but Priya will not go outside she will come to our home and she will spend maximum time with me. we both are close. Kaviya was good at studies. We both are same age and priya was 3 years ahead to me.As her father also Goverment employee But entire household works has to be done by mother. Priya will help both my mother & aunty . we will be there in the home most of the time. As like my father, my mom also has traditional mindset, so she always ensure that we are under her control and follows all the values and rituals.
Samantha (Wednesday, 12 April 2023 15:08)
Nirmal(A) ... Part-2
My mother and Seetha aunty both get pregnant at same time my mother is wishing for baby girl and my aunty is wishing for baby boy but for my mother I born boy and my aunty got baby girl.They both are became sad.me & Kaviya became very close friends. I was scared for everything and Kaviya is opposite to me. She is very bold & she learn karathe for me to protect me from bullies.she is very talented in studies and she is intrested in sports but for me i have intrested to learn arts like...dancing & drawing etc..my brother & kaviya will go for martails arts class and me & Priya will go for drawing class & dance classes.
we both are caring each other at the same time and we both will get jealous & possiveness. if i will speak with girls she will hit them & if she will speak with any boys i will go for fight but finally she will come & recuse me .Always she will protect me but in studies i am so week so she teaches me but no use. I used to sleep or practising drawing. but she used to do excirses or study. 10th board exams and she wrote it very well and mine below avarage. After that nearly there was 2 months and i tired different method of paintings and fashion. she used to go for karathe class & computer class. In 10th board exam she got 480 out of 500. but i got only 240. my father is scolded me and priya and my mom supports me.untill then our relationship is going well.
After one year we are entered to 12th standard. starting went well. in our class one boy always bullies and he & his friends are teased me so many times. one day Kaviya was helping him to solve one maths quetion. i stoped her to teach him but she didnt listen me. Suddenly that boy pushed me & i slapped him . i asked kaviya to come with me but she slapped me and i also got angry i slapped her and i came back. i am not asked sorry to her and she aslo not asked me. Evening i was sitting at near my cycle at the same time that and his friends and came teased me. he told me i was planned to separate from kaviya now its happend and he said he loves her. Again i got angry tried to him but he pushed me and i fell down. Kaviya was seeing from long distance but not helped and she left from the place. from that time onwards i decided to not to speak with her untill she asking sorry to me. she also thinking same thing.
I finished my 12th and I secured 590 and one subject got failed but she scored well and she got 1162. our parents were very much happy for her and my dad gifted her a phone. I got scolds from my dad.
family members were started discussing about her higher studies. All preferred to put her in reputed college in the same town.She decided to join in an reputed engineering college in Chennai. So that she will be independent and can able to enjoy my life as I wish. and main thing she dont want to see me. i am also i dont want to her. So i am started preparing for arrer exam. i got cleard but that time maximum colleges are full and i dont know what to do. Any i am not going to study so i decided to join any couse and i told same thing to my mom and Priya. They are searching college for me.
Samantha (Monday, 17 April 2023)
Nirmal(A)...part- 3
We applied for many colleges but all are very high.I don't have a good percentage. Finally I got one joining letter but it was a different course but they mentioned Modern paintings & fashion so I selected and decided to join. We went to that college but there are less boys and maximum girls there. Recently they have changed this college to co-education. I told my mom that I will join this college and I checked with some students and the fees were also less . We went to the admin room and they told us as of now only one course is available and it's related to fashion. If you want you can change it later . I said ok and I have enrolled and paid fees also.
My aim is to learn about drawing & modern paintings , so I just need one degree . That is the reason only I joined her.That day mom informed dad about college . My dad scolds my mom for wasting money so he asked me to join a coaching center and asked me to try for government jobs. Coaching center head is my dad's friend so I refused to join the center.My father scolded me but my mom defended me. Finally my dad said if you scored well in the first semester I will let you study and if you aren't able to clear all the subjects in the first semester you have to do what i am saying. First I didn't agree but don't have any choice so i agreed this condition and my mom was happily agreed.Next day first day of my college and priya droped near college and i entered the college.i saw a girls was coming in the bikes.up to now i don't no bike riding and i didn't saw any girl in traditional dress all are in jeans and t-shirts.it is looking like a boys college. Wherever I am seeing girls and boys, the head count is less. i felt a little scared and priya told me don't worry nothing will happen. I went inside the class and 5 boys were there so I felt happy. First semester all subjects are common for all so we have combined them with other classes.
months passed but still i was talking with boys and 2 girls only and i focused to clear my first semester.i always talking about my studies. I have studied well and I passed my first semester with an average score. Then I informed my dad and he said ok. In the 2nd semester I did very well and I passed all subjects. I got semester holidays. I have stayed at home and spent time with mom and priya. Kaviya also came home for semester holidays. I became very happy and i am going to see her after six months but I did not show her. That night I went to her room after she slept and I took her lipstick & applied it on my lips, kissed her forehead and cheeks.I came to my room.Next day i woke up and came to the hall to her reaction. kaviya is asking about lipstick marks with everyone and enjoying it while seeing us. Sometimes I will do this kind of thing without knowing her.
Samantha (Monday, 17 April 2023 00:29)
Nirmal(A)..part-4
My brother also came to our home. My dad became very happy seeing my brother. He started to praise my brother. That day and night I am watching a web series and my brother wants to watch cricket. We both started to fight. Kaviya came to our home. At that time, she asked my brother for a fight, and he explained to her. Suddenly Kaaviya told my brother that the stronger person can watch their favourite channel and she said both can do hand wrestling and the winning person can watch TV. I got a kaviya point and she wanted to tease me . I wanted to prove my power to her so I agreed. So we decided hand wrestling to determine our strength. We started hand wrestling and my brother easily defeated me. I was shocked and I don't know what to do.. I thought I would give tough to my brother but now he defeated me easily. Kaviya started to praise my brother. My brother teased me saying, even Kaviya can defeat you. I am getting angry. Kaviya asked me to wrestle with her. I thought I could defeat her but I was wrong, Kaviya also defeated me. she started to tease me, she is saying you can't even defeat a girl. My mom saw all these things. With embarrassment I went to my room. Priya came to my room and she tried to console me . After some time I became normal.
That night while having dinner Kaviya sat beside me and she placed one chocolate near me . I pretended to not see her. I took that chocolate and I went to my room. Priya also came with one chocolate and gave it to me. I said thanks. i asked her tomorrow shall we go for a movie and she told it's a nice idea and i will speak with mom.priya spoke with our parents and they are also agrred.Next day both families got ready to go for movies. I told my mom and I will go early and I will buy tickets. I like to go with Kaviya but she is not there. so i called priya and i said loudly i am going to buy a ticket now. After hearing kaviya came down & she said i will go to my friend's home and that is the nearby theater . Seetha aunty said " Kaviya anyway you are going via theater so you can drop him near the theater . I said , "No aunty, I will take priya and I will go. Kaviya said ok and asked me to come. I felt very happy. She started her bike & i sat behind her and my mom was smiling while seeing this. I sat behind her with a 5 inches gap and suddenly she broke and I hugged her and again I sat in the same position. Again she put break and i hugged her and i feeling very happy and i was started to smile and while seeing mirror she is enjoying more. Before reaching the theater she took a break more than 10 times . I enjoyed riding with her. I want & buy tickets and wait for our family.
After we finished the movie we all went to a hotel to have dinner. While having dinner one of my dad's friends and he came with his family . He has a beautiful daughter (Jothi)and she sat near me. while seeing this kaviya became very angry so i wanted to tease her. I started to speak with her and she served food for me & i started to serve food to her. while seeing this Jothi dad said i like your son and he is very kind & cute. Kaviya's face became very red and full of an angry mood. After dinner they left. We are ready to go home but she is very angry with me. I wanted to console her so I sat on her bike and while going home she didn't put a break . so i hugged her and laid her back and i kissed her neck back. but she didn't give any reaction again. I did the same thing. this time i hugged her tightly and i said please don't go home and i want to go ride with you. After 1 hour we went home. we reached home and she wrote something on paper and gave it to me and it was " without my permission if you touch any girl , i will break your hand " . she left but she didn't speak and I smiled and went to my room and I slept.
Priya (Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:08)
a log. I was in a deep slumber and I felt someone tapping my shoulder, slowly I woke up and slowly saw,
it was Srikanth standing there with bed coffee. I was astonished. I got perplexed and jumped out of my
bed and asked him, why he is doing all these things and was shouting literally.
He was very calm and composed like our MS Dhoni in a critical situation, he made me sit on the bed and
asked me to relax, and I did. He said, he was a child who studied in a hostel most of his life and he knows
all the basics of livelihood and he likes to cook. I was not convinced by his reply, and I said it’s not
respectable for a man to cook for his wife and this time he got angry, his soft face was beaming with
anger and he firmly said, it is his kitchen and he prefers no one enters that, that’s the reason he has kept
no maid for helping even.
I was kind of afraid after seeing his sudden outburst, so I kept calm and nodded my head. By this time,
the coffee got cold, so he went and prepared fresh coffee for me, I silently drank that and went to take
bath, I dressed in a saree with suitable jewels and accessories of a married woman. I came out to the
hall and noticed that he too got a bath and food was laid up on the dining table.
Priya (Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:13)
Twists & Turns:
I’m Prasanna Lakshmi, I hail from Coimbatore, the so-called “Manchester of South India”. A place where
people value culture and heritage still amidst rapid modernization. My family is a simple one consisting
of My Dad, who works in the Gulf, my mom, a homemaker, and my elder sister, she got married three
years back, and she too lives in Coimbatore.
I was a simple girl from my childhood, kind of reserved and well-mannered. My friend circle is very much
limited and my aspirations were simple too, I finished my undergraduate in Coimbatore and my dad
insisted I apply for MBA, I felt like I will have two more years of freedom. My prediction was right, after
my MBA graduation, my parents took up my topic of marriage.
I had no idea about love marriage, so I have no issues in getting married to a stranger, I always have the
belief that my dad will do only good things for me. So I blindly accepted. At that point in time only, I had
a sudden feeling of pain about getting separated from my parents. But I have to accept the reality
right?? So I made up my mind. My dad flew back to Coimbatore, and I had lovable memories after dad’s
arrival.
A good proposal came through our relative and my parents were very much impressed with the groom’s
family and his profile, to be precise, my dad was very much impressed with the groom’s character. He
was very humble and a perfect gentleman.
One fine day came in 2012, and I met my heroine, at that time I have no clue about that, and I met
Srikanth in Marudhamalai Murugan temple, a famous temple in my city. It was like the most awkward
situation in my entire life, I had no face-to-face with him, I was shy and he was even shyer than me. He
gathered some courage and started the convo and I was answering in one word, within 5 mins, we both
felt that we liked each other.
Soon, next-level talks happened and the marriage was fixed in three months later. Srikanth was a
businessman in Chennai and he runs an Interior design firm there. Around 20 people were working
under him and his business was quite a successful one.
In the blink of an eye, marriage happened and we both were ready to move to Chennai permanently, my
dad left for the gulf and this time he took my mother too with him, my sister, as usual, lived with her
family. Srikanth’s parents were abroad too. It was like only we two were there in our life, it gave me a
kind of thrill and excitement.
We moved to our own apartment which was too big for the two of us. We decided before the marriage
itself that we will try to be good friends first and then take to the relationship to the next level. I was
much more relieved.
We went to Chennai and it took three days to organize the home, on that three days we were ordering
food from outside. I’m a girl raised up in a traditional family under a strict mom, so I was an expert in
cooking and other household chores. So I was waiting to show my skills to Srikanth. He was just a year
older than me, but I always treated and called him with respect. He was unreactive for that. I too left
like that.
Priya (Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:14)
Finally, on the weekend, we set up our home, on Saturday night, we went to sleep and I kept my alarm
to 7 o clock and decided to start preparing bed coffee and then breakfast. Due to tiredness, we slept like a log. I was in a deep slumber and I felt someone tapping my shoulder, slowly I woke up and slowly saw,
it was Srikanth standing there with bed coffee. I was astonished. I got perplexed and jumped out of my
bed and asked him, why he is doing all these things and was shouting literally.
He was very calm and composed like our MS Dhoni in a critical situation, he made me sit on the bed and
asked me to relax, and I did. He said, he was a child who studied in a hostel most of his life and he knows
all the basics of livelihood and he likes to cook. I was not convinced by his reply, and I said it’s not
respectable for a man to cook for his wife and this time he got angry, his soft face was beaming with
anger and he firmly said, it is his kitchen and he prefers no one enters that, that’s the reason he has kept
no maid for helping even.
I was kind of afraid after seeing his sudden outburst, so I kept calm and nodded my head. By this time,
the coffee got cold, so he went and prepared fresh coffee for me, I silently drank that and went to take
bath, I dressed in a saree with suitable jewels and accessories of a married woman. I came out to the
hall and noticed that he too got a bath and food was laid up on the dining table.
He gave me a kind of awkward look, it showed me clearly that he didn’t like my dressing style, but he
didn’t say anything, he was dressed in a track and t-shirt. When I was about to serve him, he stared at
me angrily and that made me sit on my chair silently he started serving me poori and channa, so It was
my first day in our home where my husband cooks and serves me.
To be honest, the food was literally wow, he served me four more pooris, and generally, I won’t eat that
much. But today I ate that much because of the tasteful food.
So we finished the breakfast silently and I was like what to do now and said him can I clean the house,
he said we set up the home yesterday only and its brand new, I asked him, can I clean the vessels which
we used for breakfast, he stared me again, I know what the reply will be, so I just crushed on the sofa
and he went to kitchen without looking back carrying the vessels.
After 30 mins, he came out of the kitchen and sat next to me, I was watching tv, when he came to the
hall, I switched off the TV, and he asked me to carry on, I said no probs and he asked me what will you
like to have for lunch, chicken or mutton?
I replied I like chicken, he asked me do you like biryani? I replied affirmatively, he asked me to fetch a
notepad and write down the list, he was mentioning the groceries which is needed for lunch. I finished
writing, he went inside and bought his wallet, and he gave me that and asked me to go to the market
which is 1 km away from my apartment, and get the things. I asked him ignorantly, come, let’s go.
He replied, only you are going, I have work in the kitchen. I know it is useless to argue with him, so I
resented my fate, I was nervous, as it was my first time in Chennai and I’m going to the market alone, I
gathered my courage and came back after an hour bringing all the needful things.
I entered home and as it was summer, I was sweating profusely, I came and sat on the sofa, and he
came from the kitchen and gave me a big glass of orange juice, I got that in a nanosecond and drank it in
seconds, he knew I was thirsty, he got me the glass back and refilled and gave it to me again.
Lunch was the usual affair, he served me and it was the tastiest biryani I have ever had in my life. I liked
my mom’s cooking much while comparing his food, my mom’s food was literally nothing, sorry to say
this Mom.
Priya (Tuesday, 18 April 2023 14:18)
After the heavy lunch, without my knowledge, I slept nicely for the next six hours, he too didn’t bother
me waking up, suddenly I realized the time and it was around 8. I went to the kitchen and there he was
making the dinner, and we ate and we had time some time to speak.
He started, how was the day? I said, it’s nice but it was boring as I have no work to do, he replied, “See
Prasanna, generally people call me Lakshmi, very few call me Prasanna, in this home, it will be like this,
for me home is my private space and an important one, I have certain order on everything and I believe
no one can do it better than me”.
From morning till night, the entire household things will be mine, I dare you not to interfere with my
routine, I want everything to be in order right from drawing a rangoli, cooking food, tidying up the home
or decorating, even cleaning vessels and washing clothes, I will be washing your clothes too, I tried to
interrupt him, but his stare made me shut, and he further continued it’s our life, I don’t want you to
share the things which are happening here. You can say to them, you did every household and take the
credit, I just nodded.
I asked him on return, if you are doing everything at home means how will he manage his office, he
replied sternly, I’m doing this for years, and I’m a very good multitasker and I know to manage my time.
Again I raised another question, if you are doing all these things means what will I do and how will I
spend my time, he casually replied, that’s your problem, go to a job, learn some courses, do Ph.D. or
manage our business or be at home doing nothing, you are free to choose your schedule. I was blown
away by his reply.
The next week was the same, I woke up, eat breakfast, watch TV, eat lunch slept, spend time on my
phone, speaking with friends as I can’t speak much with my mom or sister, as they might question me
about being free always, then eat dinner and sleep, we were slowly getting comfortable with each
other, he mostly manages his business being in the home, sometimes he goes out for the meeting, that
too rarely if he goes also he make sure he manages household chores promptly.
Next week Monday, I felt really bored and asked him to take me to his office, he agreed we went and it
was like an amazing office, nicely designed, being an ace interior designer, it’s a cakewalk for him, he
introduced me with his teammates, 10 men, and 10 women. All of them dressed alike, with a shirt and
jeans, women are not adorned much, and they were wearing no makeup and sporting small studs.
We spent some time and returned back home, that night, he was asking me how was his office, I replied
I really liked the atmosphere and loved the people over there, he further asked me, do u want to be a
part of our office, I said: “yes I would love to, but I’m no fit to that place, I don’t have good dress sense
like them, not having practical exposure or language command or moreover courage”. All my life I was
with my mom and sister, I have no friends even, so I don’t know anything other than household chores
and dressing up.
He said, all this can be worked off, “Do you wish to experience the change? I’m not sure what made me
say yes, but I said yes to him”.
The next day he took me first to the Adayar Cancer Institute and he had a friend working there as a
doctor, he show me the patients, their pains, and their comeback stories, and narrated to me their
needs and requirements. Many women suffer from cancer and lose hair, hair is a big asset for women, and according to most women, they feel bad being bald, and many women cannot afford good hair wigs
as it costs more than a lakh, so they require free hair wigs and many organizations are working forward
to provide free hair wigs to the needy people.
I haven’t said you right, I have thick hair till my mid back and all will be envious of my healthy hair.
We bid bye to his friend and we came back to our car, he was driving, I was literally shocked by the
things which I have seen, I have never encountered cancer survivors personally. He asked me, do you
wish to donate your hair for making a wig for someone who is in need, I just said yes, I didn’t think about
anything, I love my hair, but some force made me say yes.
He took me to the one posh salon and said, they are giving free hair cut to the women who are willing to
donate their hair for the cause. I have only seen my childhood pics with short hair, from my puberty till
date, I have never thought of cutting my hair or trimming it even, but in the next thirty minutes, I was
having a sharp crew cut like a boy, and all my lovely hair is gone.
Priya (Tuesday, 18 April 2023)
I felt a sharp pain in my heart, but he said to me “You are doing a great thing and hair will grow again in
a few months, but you are helping someone in need”. I felt a bit better.
We came back to the car, and he asked me do you think your saree fits with this crew cut, I said “No”.
He further asked me, do you trust me? I replied yes. In the next 1 hour, I was dressed in a white denim
shirt and blue jeans, I was wearing shoes, and he made me remove my jewels like bangles, anklets, and
jimikki.
I looked in the mirror. I was looking like a man, yes as a man. I went out of my home as a traditional
married woman decked up ritually and now going back home dressed like a man.
Samantha (Thursday, 20 April 2023 00:44)
Nirmal(A)...Part-5
Summer holidays are completed so we have to go college again . Kaviya went to chennai and i was preparing to go college. My dad told us about our challenge and again he said "If you can't continue this college so you have to obey me & you have to do what i am saying ". I said I know dad and don't worry about that whatever happens , I will continue my studies and you will not get any chance and he laughed and said let's see. On the day of college opening, I was ready like a hero. I happily entered the class and I couldn't find a single boy in the class. The class is full of girls, I got scared. Everyone started giggling. One mam came to our class and she introduced herself and her name Hemavathi ,then we all introduced ourselves.
Hema mam told me this department is only women's and in future you won't need it and she asked me to change to another department. I said ok and I came to the principal room and I told her what Hema mam said. Principal told me that as of now this department only has seats and other departments are full. Again, the principal said you don't have any other option so if you want to continue this department go and sit your class otherwise don't come to college and try another college. I remembered what my father had said, Principal mam said if you have decided to leave this college and pay the total fees and you can leave and I will provide the TC, without thinking I said that I will go for my class .Then Principal mam gave me an agreement paper and told me to sign it. I bought it and read it as if want to leave this college pay the full amount and you can leave and if decided to continue the studies and follow the rules of this college. I signed the agreement.Then we went to our class and the principal informed hema mam . Hema asked me to sit in the class. Hema said this year we will teach you about cooking, tailoring and beauty salons. Then she told us that for the first two days of the week we will have to wear a white shirt and black pants for cooking, the next two days for fashion tailoring you can wear whatever you want, and the last two days we will give you beauty salon training and you can wear whatever you want for that. We all said yes. Mam told me you have to follow our rules so from now on you should not cut your hair and come to class without a beard on your face and shave your hand & leg also. I said ok.
Before going home that evening, Hema Ma'am gave me veet cream and asked me to shave. I said ok.i went to the bathroom and took veet cream and applied it on my arms & legs. And already I had less hair on my body. And then I took a trimmer and shaved my beard and moustache. Then removed the hairs on legs and arms. Then I took a bath and went out. I was nude and I was looking at myself in the mirror . it looks different and I felt very shame.When Priya came home she looked at me and said today you are looking different but looking cute without a beard .xPriya says I have to go out so you should come with me. I said ok. When she came we both went to a bookstore and saw Jyoti while bringing a book. Jyoti asked me for my mobile number and i gave my mobile number .Then we both talked to her and priya asked me to leave. Priya took her scooty I sat behind her, then Jyoti asked me " you should drive the scooty, to which Priya smiled. I told Jyoti that I don't know how to drive. Jyoti says no problem, I will teach you. I said ok and we left. While leaving, Priya asked me Priya took your number only. She did not ask me and my father also her uncle ryt and again she said maybe she is likes you. I told her don't talk like that, she is just friend to me that's all .Then I told her don't talk like that again .When we went home, mom and aunt Seetha laughed at when they saw me. Seetha aunty kissed me and said that you are very beautiful. Mom came near me and touched my hand and asked me if I had removed the hair from my hand and I said yes. Mom told me to stay like this and you looks good, I said ok. While having dinner, father, uncle and Vijay all teased me and mother and aunt supports of me. Mother told me not to worry about what they say. For that, father told mother that he is like this because of you.
Samantha (Thursday, 20 April 2023 01:28)
Nirmal(A)...Part- 6
Next day I went to college. In our call every girl was seeing me and I felt very shy and I kept my head down. Hema ma'am came to the class and saw me and said you are new looks good, keep it up. At that everyone in the class laughed and one girl said next time come with girls dress, Hema ma'am became very angry and angrily she said " dont talk like that and dont tease a Nirmal & he is studying with you, if you do this, Then other class students will do the same, aganin mam said that you should support Nirmal, to which everyone said yes and that girl asked sorry to me . then Hema ma'am told us that I am I will teach you about cooking and basic beauty class. And everyday all should practice in college and home also. What I will teach you to cook today, all should cook it at your home and bring it back the next day for lunch and this is the homework I will give you to all.we said yes.
Almost two weeks passed...Every day at least one time jothi will call me & send messages to me . within short time We will become very good friends. Every sunday jothi will come to our home and pick me . we will go empty the ground and she will teach me bike riding . Starting i felt its difficult to learn but its ok and i can manage. One day may gave us one home work and need to preapare sambar . SOme students are cooked well but mine is little bad. i felt very bad and I could not do as well as other students. I was a little sad because everyone cooks well and learns tailring but it was a little difficult for me to learn. hema ma'am consoled me and she said it will be a little difficult to learn all this and I understand your situation. i will tell you one thing " go your home & ask your mother and she will help you and you can also learn cooking easily. I also used to think that cooking is easy for Hema Ma'am. I said her that I understand that it is very difficult to bring out the taste as I cannot eat what I have cooked. For that, again Hema Ma'am, it is not as you think, women's life is more difficult than this. She said that you should ask your mother for help and learn. I said ok too.
I went home and mom and dad were not there. I asked Seeta aunty where is mother, and aunty said your mother are not feeling well so both of them have gone to the hospital. Then my aunt told me to come home for dinner. I said yes too. That night mother and father came home, father said not to disturb mother and take care of her in the morning. The next morning my father asked me to give this pill to my mother after eating. I said ok too. Remembering what I had learned, I tried to make dal sambar, then I thought I would make dosa and ask mom to eat it. Then aunt cooked and brought food and then asked mother to eat. I couldn't do anything. Mother noticed that my face did not change. When aunty left, mother asked me why your face changed now, I said I am cooked for you, mom was very happy, she asked me to bring what I cooked, I also brought it and mom asked me when did you learn and i said i learning now days mom. She tasted my dosa & sambar and she said it is good and asked me to bring some more dosa. I was happy to see my mother eating what I cooked. Then I gave my mother pills and asked her to rest.Dad also came home and I gave him what I cooked and was curious to know what he had to say. Then I made him eat both the sambar given by aunt and the sambar I cooked. He first ate what I cooked and spit it down and said who gave this sambar is not good and said don't eat it and throw it into carbage. I just thought that if sambar is not good then how did mother eat it. I was confused.i was thinking about how mom ate and she said its taste is good also.Whole day in college i am thinking about what my dad said about sambar.
Samantha (Thursday, 20 April 2023 03:28)
Nirmal(A)...Part-7
When i came to home from college, directly I went to mom's room and asked mom why did you lie in the morning, how did you eat that samber. I knew my cooking was not good, Dad said that sambar is not good & asked me to throw in garbage.she said " how could i say the food is not good and that is cooked by my son and he cooked for me'. Again She said that it was really good and i really liked it. I hugged mom and told her to forgive me for everything, then kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.Then kissed my forehead and asked me when did you learn cooking and i said learning past few days. Mom asked me to fresh up and i went to my room. Night mom was preparing the dinner. i went to mom and ask her shall i help you in kitchen, mother told no you are a boy why you work in kitchen, i told i gets bored so i comes to help, mother become happy because she gets help for her house work, she told me to wash the vegetables and cut and she guided me how to cut vegetable, i asked mom to teach me also cooking . Mom asked me why you want to learn cooking and I said I want to give some rest to you and I will cook for you . Mom started to cry and I wiped her tears , mom hugged me tightly. After one hour we both finished dinner. i told her daily i will help you in the kitchen and cleaning the house and other house works also.She became very happy.
Sunday mom went to wash clothes and I went behind her and started to help her to wash the clothes. My mom told me " imagine you how previously and now, i siad her previously I will not do any work and simply sit in my room but today I was washing sarees and helping my mom . she smiled and asked me "Nirmal what happened to you suddenly and why you are behaving like this . i told her i can't tell you now . she said ok .i asked her dont tell to anyone about this and mom said already told to seetha aunty about you .i said its ok but dont tell to anyone. she said ok. 5 months passed ..everyday i started to help my mother in cooking and cleaning and washing the clothes, i became close to my mother and both of them started to watching serials and ladies program like makeup and cooking in TV and now i became master in household work and cooking and cleaning and washing. I get training from my mother... like how to be an Indian housewife, where every mother gives to her daughter but mom is training her son. I also started to grow my hair in the last 5 months .One day, my mum asked me about my hair. I told her that I would like to have long hair. My mom felt happy and my auntie also supported me.My dad didn't like it. He asked me to cut it but I didn't.he got very angry and scolded, are you trying to grow your hair like your mom. Listening to it, I said yes. My dad laughed and said, let's see how many days you can grow your hair. I told him, I am not going to cut it. He is getting angry listening to my words and leaves. My mom came towards me. She warned me, don't speak like this to your dad. I said ok .
We have semester holidays. I am waiting for Kaviya and my brother & Kaviya both to come home.We both looked but didn't speak, still didn't apologize for the fight between us. As usual my brother teased me and mother and aunt scolded him. That night I went upstairs after eating and Kavya was standing, again we both looked at each other and did not speak. Asusal Next day Jothi came to our home and I left with Jyoti, at the time i forgeted that Kavya had come. Priya tells Kavya about us and she gets more angry. We left and when we back Kavya looked at me angrily and i dont how to handle her.Next day also Jyoti came to pick me , i went near and told her , jothi just teaching me the bike riding but kaviya didnt speak anything. I thought Kavya would tell me that I will teach you but she didn't. Jothi and me left. While teaching i got call from mom mobile.Priya fell down from steps and leg bone is cracked and immediately we came home. I went to Priya's room crying, but she was not there. When I came out of the room, Priya came opposite. I ran crying and hugged her. Priya asks me what happened and Jyothi tells her what happened. Priya told me I am fine not to cry and I looked her up and down and smiled, wiping my eyes. Priya held me and kissed me on the forehead and hugged me so much. Then Kavya came there smiling face and said that it was just frank call for that you are making scene.I got angry and went straight to Kavya and slapped her on the cheek.
Samantha (Friday, 21 April 2023 11:02)
Nirmal(A)...part-8
I told her " Priya is like my own sister, and She always cared for me and always guided me whenever I needed help. She is always with me even during my hard times & my struggles. What you know about your sister is nothing. From childhood onwards We were always together and I loved playing with her even if I had to play with dolls or tea parties with her. I get teased a lot for playing with girls and I used to get bullied by others but she is the one protecting me.Now i am telling you " don't play with my emotions and i know what i am doing and don't try to control me " . I want to be myself so please pls dont disturb me and You don't like right that i am talking to Jyoti .If you don't like Jyoti teaching me to ride a bike, you should teach me to ride a bike right.You are not teaching me but you are hating Jyothi . Do you know what is the cause of all this, that arrogance and ego of yours?. i don't want to speak with you and i left.i asked sorry to jyothi because of Kavya.He also went to her home.
Evening Jyoti called me & she said you should not have spoken like that towards kaviya. I asked why are you saying this. Jyoti said Kavya loves you and just she got scared that's why she did this. Think about her situation' you are going with another girl and she is seeing and she got jealous without understanding kaviya you scolded her and now go and calm her down. I said I will try too.I tried to speak with kaviya but she is not ready to speak to me. Then i went to priya and asked about that incident, priya said now understand how much you love me as a brother . I asked what I should do now. Priya laughs and says that you two are fighting for silly matters also right and so it will be fixed in a few days.Priya doesn't know that we both are in love . I don't want to tell her now so I left. This vacation was not happy for me, I was wondering when I will go to college. My mom asked me, " I have been observing you for a while now and you are always quiet unlike usual'. I told her I am fine. Mother smiled and said that I knew about my son and hugged me and said that whatever happened will be fine in a few days. I nodded and hugged mom.
Holiday is over...I have to go to college tomorrow. As usual, my brother and Kavya left for Chennai. This time Kaviya left without telling me and I felt very bad and became very sad. After semester holidays today i went to my college and i felt different feelings and i went to my class room and i sat at my desk. Then my classmates are coming one by one. The first day it went boring . Hema mam said this semester we will study about fashion and basics beautician courses. Almost 20 days in my class all girls are coming in different colors, dresses and hairstyles and with makeup . Some girls looked very beautiful but i cant able to tell them. But I always wear a formal shirt and pants to give a good impression. One day hema mam asked me why are you always wearing formal clothes ? if you have worn a t-shirt and jeans or kurta or some other dresses you would be cute.i blushed a little and i said i will try. Then she said your hair always looks messy so you have to take care of it also. Now you are studying about fashining and beautification so you have to improve yourself.I said ok. Then we talked for some time.While going mam said " i want to meet your mom if it's possible to bring your mom tomorrow or when she is free and i said ok.
Samantha (Friday, 21 April 2023 11:21)
Nirmal(A)...Part-9
I knew that Hema would go to the temple, so I decided to take my mother to the temple at the same time. Because if I take mom to college I will have to see the principal and I was afraid that she will say something about me.On Friday evening I took my mother and went to the temple where Hema mam was coming. Hema mam also came and then I introduced mother to her, Hema mam told me to come around the temple and she talked to mother for some time, I said yes and they were both talking.I came around and sat next to them and I asked them what they said about me. She told me that all the students in our class are wearing colorful clothes but you are the only one who is wearing the same pants and shirt. I also told to mam that all the girls look beautiful in that kind of dress, but the mam laughed and said, "You're sighting our class girls right. i said not like but just i am telling you mam. She said if you want to wear that kind of dress and come to college.I said no, it won't look good.To that the mam said, I am not asking you to wear women's clothes, I am telling you to wear similar men's clothes. I said ok.Then the mam told me that i will come on sunday with your mother and we can go buy dresses for you and I said yes. Then my mam brother came there. The mam introduced him to us. She introduced us to him. He and I were only one age apart but he looked like a big man.I was only his shoulder height. He had thick beard and bulk muscle not like me.
Mom said to mam Nirmal is not like his brother and other boys. he is not muscular and having little long hair till his shoulders. he is not interested in sports also and he likes arts like...drawing , sketches and painting...Then we came out from temple and Hema brother is having FZ bike and she sat his bike . I have priya scooty and I sat behind my mom . while seeing this hema mam smile at me & she said bye .Sunday we planned to go shopping to pick a dress for me. Hema mam directly came to the shop and we went to the same shop. Hema came in red tops and jeans and I was surprised . I wore a formal t-shirt and formal pants. She asked about t-shirts and jeans. I said I don't like to wear t-shirts. That's why I am wearing a formal dress to college .I asked about her dress and she told me 'while coming to college that time only I will wear saree but at home I will wear western dress only. Hema told me ' today we will pick that. We took a red t-shirt and blue tight jeans for me and she asked me to change it and I went and wore them and came , both mom and mam said you are looking cute.
I blushed since I never got compliments like that before. mom asked me i will test your taste in dress, so what you are going to take I said formal pants. suddenly mam said that it's old fashioned, we can take a kurta. I said I have never worn one . Hema mam told you dont like T-shirts right then we can kurtas then mom selected a light green kurta with golden colour pajama and 5 sets plain colour kurtas for college. Mam selected a matching sandal with one inch heels said since you are a little shorter while seeing it would fit for you. So I accepted and happily went home.Finally we purchased 5 plain kurtas and 5 kurtas for occasion wear and 2 sandals for me. mam asked us shall we leave. i told her wait mam we will go to the saree section and i will buy a saree for my mom . Then we went and took a dark pink saree with a golden border and mom purchased one more saree of the same colour. then i thought shopping is over we will go to home but hema told we will go for another shop then we can our home, i said ok.
Samantha (Friday, 21 April 2023 11:23)
Nirmal(A)...Part-10
I asked mam where we were going and she told me, now we are going to the beauty parlour. We went to the beauty parlour, and I told her that I will wait outside. Mam told me that she booked an appointment for me also. I was shocked. I asked why?? mam told me, you can trim your hair, and you can have some skin treatment also. so now you can come with us.I went inside the beauty parlour. One of the beauticians made me sit on the chair. i said I don't want to do anything. mom said nothing nirmal just that they will do like massage. I sat on the chair. Then they started to show their work on me. Soon they trimmed my hair like girls hair bun feminine style. Then they did waxing, threading and all the beauty treatments. When I looked in the mirror, I was shocked. I am looking like a girl. My eyebrows are shaved nicely but i got very angry and started to shout and cry . mom tried to calm down but she couldn't able to control me. Mom asked sorry to me and she requested me don't cry and she became very sad and I don't want to disappoint her, so I smiled. Mom felt very happy. Then I went home. My Dad was shocked seeing me like this and he gave a angry look but he didn't say anything. My aunt saw me and asked me, I told her that I would like to trim my hair. Priya just gave a smile . Priya teased me for some time and she said, "You look very beautiful. i said thanks.
Priya told me next time you don't go to a beauty salon I will do it for you. I stared at her and again she said you are more beautiful now than before. I looked at her and said don't say that, I felt very ashamed. She called mother and said that your son is shy, take a look at him. I tried to hit her and she ran away. I chased Priya to beat her and she stood behind my mother and said that next time I will take Nirmal to the beauty salon. To that mother looked at her and said don't tease my son if you do that I will beat you.Then Priya told me that she won't tease me like that anymore, I said yes.
The next day after taking a shower I stood in front of the mirror wearing that dress and it was a different look. It seemed that everyone would make fun of me in college so I told my mother that I didn't go to college. For that mother said first you love yourself, others will love you and they will like you too. I said yes. She said that my son is brave and should not be afraid of all this and not go to college. I gained courage and left for college, I even asked my mother to come and she came & dropped at college.I slowly walked into my class and sat down, all the girls coming into the class laughed at me, then teased me, but said something was missing. Hema mam came to the class and she saw me and said that I am looking good , then she also told me that something is missing. I do not understand what is missing. That evening I came home and told my mother about what they had said. Mother also asked me to wash my face after hearing this. I came to the kitchen and asked mom what I was missing. Mother turned and looked at me, but there was no bindi on her forehead, and it was not good for her to see without a bindi. Then I told my mother about bindi. Mother asked me to bring a bindi packet. Then she took one and put it on her forehead and put another one on my forehead and asked me to look in the mirror.I also looked in the mirror and the face was not good in the morning but now it was beautiful. Mom came near me and said that this was missing. they could not tell you because they are afraid that if they tell you to keep the bindi, you will think it is wrong and it will create some unwanted uses so that's why they didn't tell you. Now you tell me How are you? After putting the bindi, I bowed my head and said it looks good. When mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek, she told me that you look so beautiful so keep bindi every day. I said that if father know about bindi , I am afraid of him. For that, mother said okay, then when father is not there, you keep the bindi on forehead. I also said okay.
Samantha (Saturday, 22 April 2023 10:24)
Nirmal(A)...Part-11
Night time i removed the bindi. If dad knew about my bindi he will scold me . after some time seetha aunt seen me and brought a bindi and placed it between eyebrows and teasingly said now you are a more beautiful Nirmal. Next day morning I went to my mom's room and take a black small bindi and placed it between my eyebrows. Priya seen me and laughed and said you are going like this to college. I said yes and she teasingly said ok beauty be careful. she asked me i shall i drop you in college beauty and i siad dont call me beauty and she said now are beauty only nirmal. I haven't understand and left . she dropped me our college. hema mam seen me with bindi and said wow nirmal and asked about bindi. I told her that yesterday all are told me something is missing nirmal thats why i put bindi n forehead and mam said beautiful Nirmal . i know that our class girls are teased but they hasn't said anything and maybe they are right it looks beautiful on my face. mam said keep it up.I went to my class and all girls see me in bindi and said beautiful nirmal and one girl said me bindi is missed yesterday but now its ok and now your looks good. i said thanks. i scared about my class girls but they are supported me and i likes them.Next day I have worn a purple colour kurta with till ankle length pant and mom gave me yellow bindi . i put on my forehead.Priya seen me and said teasingly beautiful da Nirmal. I said thanks and she laughed. we went to my college.
One week passed and one day the college principal gifted me a box and I asked what was in box.she said open & see it . Since you are friends, I want to support you and she asked me to accept the gift. I promised and opened it. It has clutcher of all colors and types as well bindi in different styles. I don't know what to say, it looks girly but I said thank you. Principal mam said daily you have to wear all those things i said ok. In the evening I showed that to mom and she told me to use it. i said to mom " all my class girls support me and they are beautiful and mom is happy that i am having more friends.
I smiled at mom that time suddenly my dad came to home and dad seen me and scolded me very badly I said its new trends. he scolded me and ask me remove everything I got scared and Tears came .mom console me and said your dad is not knowing the current trend so don't cry and mom kissed me in forehead. I felt comfortable in her hands.i nodded my head. Next day She combed my hair and took the hair which is covering my ears and pinned it back using a hairpin. She did the same on the other side. And said if she is important I have to keep it like that.
Then I went to college everyone said Nirmala is beautiful Nirmal.we are happy that we are having a our friend nirmal with fashion sense. Hema mam & Principal mam came to our class and they both appreciated me for my fashion sense. Evening i went home dad saw me and scolded me I said this is college rules and i have to do . Dad is angry and left. Next day I wore a orange t-shirt and jeans and clutcher and an orange bindi and i went to college. daily i used to wear a matching dress with bindi .Hema mam asked me to follow the same dress pattern for this full semester.
Samantha (Saturday, 22 April 2023 10:34)
Nirmal(A)...Part-12
Now, it's been 1 and half years. My hair crossed my mid back and touched my hips. But till now, I never agreed with my mom and priya to braid my hair. I just used a rubber band till now. Everyone in the college used to tease me and my friends used to encourage me to grow my hair. Priya always teased me that soon you are going to wear a braid. I got angry and Started scold priya.My mom just now, completed braiding priya's hair. And she asked me to sit before her. I was shocked. I said no but my mom gave me an angry look, so I went out. One day, it's Women's day. I wished her and I said " Mom, today you take a rest and I will do all the works.she asked me for a gift and I asked her, what do you want?? She smiled and told me that she wanted to braid my hair, I was shocked. I don't know what to say. I can't deny it. I said OK.
My mom felt happy and told me to sit in front of her. My mom took a comb and started to brush it. After some time, she parted my hair and started to braid it. She slowly braids my hair. Finally she braided my hair and told me, your first braid is ready. I thought of going to college but my mom told me that she wanted to go to the temple with her. We called Priya, who is in her room. She was surprised to see me in a braid. She told me your braid is very thick and strong. I just smiled at them. We started to go to the temple. While I was walking my braid was swinging. My mom told me, it is a great feeling when your braid touches your back. I was shocked and started to think about how my mom knew what I was thinking. We went to a temple. And my mom kept kumkam in a way that it looks like bindi. I don't know about it. Suddenly someone pulled my braid, and it's my friend Joythi. She told me, finally you started to wear braids just like us. I told her that It is only for today. She asked me why not, it is difficult to handle long hair unless you wear braids. She told me, today you are going to feel the difference between wearing braids and keeping your hair loose.
Then I went to college with Priya while my mom went home..
I went to my class and I wished everyone a Happy Womens day. Hema was surprised to see me in a braid. She appreciates me. Entire day I had to do practice, at that time my braid used to come front and I had to put it back. Hema suggested that I keep my braided front side, and I did just like they said.
At the end of the, I felt that braids are much better than loose hair. Evening I went home, keep my braided front side. My mom saw it and asked me, "Are you getting used to the braid? I immediately pushed my braid back. My mom laughed and pinched my cheeks.My mom again asked me to braid my hair, I agreed and sat before her. She again combed my hair neatly. Mom said Seetha aunty wants to see you, i said ok. She is teasing me, saying this is your first braid. I simply listen to everything. When Priya's brother and her dad saw me, they just sarcastically smiled. I went to see my aunt and she couldn't stop laughing seeing me in a braid. I got angry and I was about to leave the room. She said sorry and pulled my hands. As she pulled me, my hair swing like a rope. I sat on the bed. she consoled me saying, one day everyone believes you and until then you have got used to your hair. Saying so, she again started to tease me, showing her hair which is as long as my hair.
Next day I was ready but I thought the braid was comfortable, so I went to my mom and with shyness I asked my mom to braid my hair. My mom laughed and asked me to wait for 5 minutes. With a comb I started to brush my hair.I sat before her. My mom oiled my hair and started to brush it and started to braid it. My mom braided my hair very tightly. At the end she added an elastic rubber band. She teased me saying, now your hair is till your hips and very thick like girls.. i didn't react but i felt very comfortable in braids but before my hair is flowing all over face and it's very irritating me but now no need worry about my hair. Daily i used to braid my hair & i am going to college.
Samantha (Saturday, 22 April 2023 12:41)
Nirmal(A)...part -13
10 days passed...One day evening around 7 PM, my mom's friend Reema and her daughter Seema came to our home. I saw her 3 years ago. She went to an outstation for studies, now she has returned after 3 years. They sat on the sofa and my mom asked me to give them a cup of coffee. I made it and gave it to them. After I served it, I returned to the kitchen. Then she saw my long braided hair. She asked me to come back. I did just like she said. She came to me and asked me to turn back. With hesitation I did then she pulled my long hair and said, it is real. You have grown your hair very long. She told my mom that if he has long hair and does household work then why is he still wearing male clothes? I was shocked. But my mom didn't answer. i stared at her and she made fun of me and later Priya also joined them. i don't know what to do .
After 30 minutes Reema Aunty wakes up and says i will leave now & i will come later. Mom asked her to have dinner here but aunty said its ok and i will leave. i said don't worry about it, dinner is already completed and Seema was surprised to see that the dining table was decorated with dinner .
aunty - Nirmal , from which hotel you ordered this food .
Me - I prepared this food .
Aunty- wow Nirmal , i never knew you know how to cook .
Me - Usually mom will cook so i want to help her and dad is mostly busy and outside food doesn't suit his stomach .
After eating the food aunty & seema was stunned. It was wonderful
Aunty - this food is great , you cook much better than my daughter .
Seema staring at me .
Mom - not only cook, he will keep the house properly , he cooks dinner for us and he is the best son.
Me - thanks mom , anything for you .
aunty - you have got a very good son and he behaved like a gentleman and I like him.
Mom - you know reema he is sweet sensitive lean fair and beautiful and always he will support me.
Aunty -you are lucky and nirmal knows how to take care of your home and your husband . but I always thought that Seema was more like a boy than a girl and she would not do work at home. nirmal looking very beautiful & all girls like him.
Me - why aunty ?
Aunty- oh sweety , you are so cute . You are more like a girl than a boy , and I mean it as a compliment , you are so sweet and caring . In many ways you are like your mother .
Me- *blushing* stop it aunty and i became very angry . Please don't tease me .
Priya & Seema were laughing while hearing aunty's statement.
Then after some time they left . Mom kisses on my cheeks and says you don't have to be shy in front of anyone,don't feel shy. I am your mom . I was sure you were a good son and she placed black bindi on the lower neck.Mom said all are jealous of my son . Priya started to tease me and I was just blushing and trying to stop them from teasing but it didn't work . We started eating and Priya started praising me.
She said oh my god you have magic in your hands. She asked me to sit near him. She held my hands and said these hands can work magic.suddenly mom said dont tease my son in front of me and she said really food was awesome and mom came & kissed my forehead. Later my dad came and my mom served food for him and he tasted and said food was out of the world. Dad asked mom who prepared the food and mom saw me , I gave a signal like pls dont tell him .Then my mom managed the situation. Finally dad appreciated my mom and he left. Then I came to mom and she hugged me and I said thanks to her. I went to my room.
One day while cooking I noticed that my nails are long now. They were also dirty. I went to Priya about this problem. She said either you can cut them short or you can have a french manicure. I said I don't want to cut them. She said okay don't worry. I will apply clear crystal nail polish on his toes and feet. After that i was happy that i will get to keep his nails long. She told me you have to do this every week. i said its ok. I showed it to mom and she said it looks beautiful. Our class girls saw that nailpolish and some of the girls teased me. You have improved a lot and keep it up. Hema mam saw tha nail polish and she didn't tell anything about my nail polish but she said about my lips. again she said your lips are dried and sometimes blood will come so make your lips juicy and i will protect from pain and you will not get hurt. I said ok.
Ashwini (Tuesday, 25 April 2023)
My story after quite a gap........ Real had caught up with me.
Hope you all love and support me like earlier....
The artist and the art – part 1
‘Ashwin dear, I am ready, lets go to mom’s place.’ Akshara ushered in the living room from their bed room. ‘Ok….’ Ashwin shrugged. He was just casually browsing the magazine till his wife was getting ready. He picked up car keys and they drove towards her mom’s place. They entered his in-laws home. The middle aged mom welcomed her daughter who was working as an executive in a big company, all engrossed in her work. They went inside, in mom’s room. Out of modesty, Ashwin waited in the drawing room, flipping through TV channels.
Ashwin, a passionate artist – a painter and sculptor remembered their first meet in an arts festival almost 2 years ago. She had come with her friend nidhi and lingered over his paintings. Mostly showing girls dressed in trendy outfits, both traditional ethnics as well as modern westerns. Her overall body language was commanding. Her friend was all in praise of the paintings as he approached them. Akshara was quiet, she was just watching him, as he spoke softly with her friend. And he felt her presence more than her bubbly friend. The two girls visited all four days, ending with some nice acquaintance, cup of coffee and nidhi informing him about Akshara’s interest in him, when she had ‘excused herself for an urgent phone call’. One thing led to another. Akshara always getting what she wanted, and he had only an uncle and aunty to call as seniors for consent to the marriage, things moved rather fast. They were in a wedlock in a few months.
Her dominance also showed in their intimate moments and she would ‘choose’ him when she ‘needed’. They used to do it only sparsely later on. The chemistry had faded rather fast. Ashwin used to be alone, deep in his creative work mostly. The only appreciation and appreciation came from Nivedita Akshara’s sister-in-law. Ashwin’s eyes always roamed around to see her around. Her cheerful presence, caring attitude and beauty had conquered his heart since the beginning. Today as well, he was searching for her.
Ashwini (Wednesday, 26 April 2023 02:46)
Thank you Poornima..... such a pleasure reading from you again. thanks for the kind words. I will try my best in this one also.
The artist and the art – part 2
Ashwin was listlessly browsing through channels, full of news, drama, crime, finance, scams and what not. It always used to hit him hard mentally. He possessed the sensitive mind of an artist, which could not stay immune to this bombarding. Inadvertently, he settled on channels of arts and fashion. His favourite channels were haute couture – expensive fashionable clothes prepared and presented by big fashion houses. He was lost into those for some time, when suddenly he was distracted by a tap on his shoulder. He startled and looked behind. ‘Hi Ashwin, you always are so engrossed in these channels….. leave some domain for us girls at least’ he heard a beaming, smiling Nivedita, who moved around to face him. He reciprocated with his own kind of sheepish smile, as if he was caught doing something wrong. In front of him was Nivedita, a young vibrant lady in her late twenties, almost of the same age as Akshara, his wife. She had a worn a black salwar kurti that hugged her curvy feminine body. The black background of the dress contrasted with the white and light beige Warli painting patterns artfully printed all over the kurti. She has tied her hair in a messy bun. A tote bag hung across her shoulder, running right through the gap on her bosom, in a way diagonally parting the pair of lovely breasts she was endowed with. Her light makeup was smeared a bit, thanks to her outing, but it still accentuated her lovely oval face, with the light pink lip stick still highlighted. As usual, he was happy seeing her, but unable to express his happiness verbally, but his expressive face always announced that.
Ashwini (Wednesday, 26 April 2023 02:47)
The artist and the art – part 3
‘So, where is Akshara?’ she kept the bag aside and plonked herself on the sofa in front of him. ‘I should have known…..’ she smirked.’ Sorry for asking this meaningless question…. Pointing her finger towards their common in-laws room. Then, over a glass of orange juice, they sipped over many topics like his plan of developing sketches of tribal women showcasing their jewellery, talks with a publisher for a book on sketches and all. She always admired him, as a person as a creator. Also they shared a commonality, that their spouses were aloof and detached from them. Atman, her hubby, Akshara’s elder brother was a masculine version of the same business minded acumen and emotionlessness that she had demonstrated. In an year after their marriage 3 years ago, it was learnt that he wouldn’t be able to give her a child, Nivedita’s world had fallen apart. Her passion, zeal and positive attitude towards life had taken a jolt. He then went abroad, for ‘better business prospects’ least interested in taking her along, nor was she keen on that. Mother-in law of both Ashwin’s and Nivedita’s was like a colourless, odourless, tasteless chemical. No personality, just a listless human being, navigated by others.
That void of loneliness was naturally filled by the artist and a human she felt in Ashwin and the feeling was mutual, and they were getting closer and closer, day by day. Sharing their minds out was a favourite relaxation for both.
Ashwini (Friday, 28 April 2023 02:30)
The artist and the art – part 4
“So, how did you get into becoming an artist? Not into the usual Engineer, Doctor kinda fancy professions? “ Nivedita asked, while they were chatting, waiting for their in-law and Akshara to re-appear from their discussion. “umm..well…. I think I just answered my inner call perhaps. I was more into arts, colors, decorations all….all kind of what you may call as ‘girly’ stuff. But that sense is in my from inside. My mother was far more protective of me, because of my lack of physical strength. She wouldn’t let me mix with other boys, who would tend to bully me. Being a single child, I was my parents’ treasure, till they passed away, in a span of 2 months, one after another. My father also allowed me to blossom the way I wished to, during my teens. Before my birth, they had a very young daughter, who couldn’t survive for even a fortnight. So, they had prayed for a daughter, when they took another chance. Also signs of foetus growth during pregnancy, the Chinese and traditional Indian horoscopes predicted that a beautiful girl child would be born. They had decided to give the same name ‘Ashwini’ to me, that they had planned for their young one earlier. But in came…rather….. out came myself. “ Ashwin paused and grinned… “A baby boy… “ “ You have the looks of your mom, her soft tender sweet face, beautiful eyes, thin lips, fair complexion…. I have seen her photograph in your room. Plus a complexion , which would be the envy of the models and actresses. I guess you have it ‘all’ except ‘where it matters’ Nivedita giggled. Ashwin took the comment sportingly. That was Nivedita, bubbly, smart and factual. “Yes…. In a way, their wish, before you were born, your physical and mental built, your wishes, hobbies made you, what you are…. An amazing artist with lovely looks and fine caring loving attitude. You are my only friend here”
And she gripped my hand suddenly. Feeling her touch for the first time…it was such a comfort and warmth he felt then. It was more than what I had imagined, how she would touch like…. She was so different than the frigid, cold touch of Akshara… my better half (should I say…bitter half??) It cant be described in words. Her soft warm touch, the urge conveyed through her touch. Her eyes oozing with a mix of passion and compassion also focussed onto mine. It was not known to either of us, who was comforting the other. We kind of lost our sense of time for a while, before recovering. “ I am your friend, Nivedita….forever…..we are together….. true to the proverb, a friend in need is a friend indeed” Ashwin patted her hand with his, before separating their hands. Nivedita blushed, having realized that they had been in a ‘hand-embrace’ for a while….. “Ashwin…. The feelings are mutual. I am behind you ….always…..around you, supporting you.”
Ashwini (Friday, 28 April 2023 07:04)
The artist and the art – part 5
We were in a trance, but came back to ‘normal’ after some sweet moments. Akshara and her mom came out from her room, after a few minutes. “Good that Nivedita has also come. It would reduce me repeating things for her “ She paused, seating herself in an easy chair. She cleared her throat and told, primarily me and Nivedita, her mom was already onboarded.
“I am looking for a job switch from Mumbai to Bengaluru for better prospects. I am in the middle management in here, and I have an opportunity in a set up there for pushing in senior management. So, in a few days time, I am shifting there. “ This was more of an information, rather than anything else. In the present era, Ashwin was aware that you don’t need a ‘consent’ from your husband, but some reasonable discussions, before arriving at a decision can least be expected. “ And….” He was cut short “ And I would be joining in 10 days from now. I would pay the salary here, in lieu of a notice period not given” “And…..” “And, you are NOT coming with me. You stay in Mumbai, which is in the best interest of both of us”. All decisions were taken. Ashwin was visibly shocked, since this was unexpected, Nivedita surprised. “You have your arts activities going on here. Although you don’t make any money out of it, atleast it keeps you engaged. What benefit may I have in having you there, more as a liability. You don’t even know how to cook. You are unemployed here, you will be unemployed there.”
“Didi, its not about how much money one makes. Artists do not get break that easily. They don’t bring a fixed income at home every month. Also, there are many things, like being together, especially when you are moving in a new city. Being together, is a big support when things around you are changing” Nivedita, tried to speak on behalf of Ashwin.
“I don’t need anybody. My work would keep me focussed and I need no further support. I am going to be given a 2-BHK flat in a nice quiet locality there, which I would be only using for sleep and morning chores, nothing else. He would simply pester around, without any of his life he has over here. “ Like brother, like sister. She had heard similar remarks by Atman, when he blamed her, for not bearing a child, while his tests revealed issues in his sperm. In an irritated mindset, he abandoned her and had left. “So, I came here to speak with mom, about this development. “ “What do I do now? “ Ashwin asked. “Your call. Either stay here, get a maid to cook, pay her from your paltry savings. Cauz I am gonna need my hiked salary, to meet my new purchases and expenses for settling in a new city there. Or………” “ Or what?” “You can come and stay here, with mom and Nivedita. No rush….. you have some days to decide. Mom is OK with it, and I guess Nivedita and you get along fairly nicely as well. But you are NOT coming to Bangaluru with me. That’s final. “
New world (Saturday, 29 April 2023 06:21)
Rashika & Neha both went to sleep and on the other hand, and Arpan & mohan also went to sleep but the poor sissy husband cant do it as men were not allowed to relax in the day light. so they both went for bath and then they both dressed in a silk g string to cook and clean the house and arrange it for the night ,
after they were done they went to Rasshika and woke him up and mouni asked how was my daughter , to that rashikaa replied she is to hard she is very wild you can see her love bites all over my body , mouni was quick to console rasshika know u are her property and she is very dominant , and you will become used to it as she punishes me like a animal , and this is the fate of mens , mita asked her to get a bath and be ready as its tea time and you to serve tea to your husband , mouni added she dont like mens with clothes and they both laughed .
rassikha bathed dryed herself mouni put make up and mita made tea . mita handed tea tray with snacks to raashikha , mouni interuppted and asked mita why not u serve the tea i will serve to mohan and rasshika will serve to arpan , mita was quick to recognize but was helpless , raashika new whats going to happen with him & his father , he took the second tray and started moving to the guest bedroom in 5 inch heels stark naked and reached his motehr in law arpan kissed her feet and said wake up my lord i have brought tea and snacks for you , after 4 times of repeat request arpan opened his eyes seeing the beauty of his son in law she smiled and said i want something more , raashika replied your order is my command my lord and kissed her feet , arpan signed her to keep the tray on the bed table and removed the sheet , her cock which was semi erect and signaled rasshika rasshika went on the bed and stared sucking cock of arpan , arpan was enjoying tea and her raashika sucking , arpan took a biscuit in one hand and took raashika head from other hand , like a pray raashika watched what to do , arpan gaved her the biscuit to have a bite than she eated it and raised raashika in her lap and started love making and fondling him , raashikha to responded the love making by offering his lips arpan smooched her and then he offered his boobs to arpan arpan enjoyed her boobs fondled them and bited them , now arpan cock was erect she signalled him to go on all fours and started fucking him , raashika was making great sounds , mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhahahhhhhhhhhhhh , arpan was in 7 heaven
Ashwini (Sunday, 30 April 2023 00:42)
The artist and the art – part 6
They drove home after sometime. They didn’t speak a single word during the journey back home. This was the distance developed between them. Sometimes Ashwin wondered, why did they got married? Was it so impulsive?.
In a few days time, Akshara sorted out her things, packed up the essentials and left for Bengaluru. Nothing much spoken in between. It was as if they were roomies, and one found a better place to stay and left. Ashwin felt, even the roomies would have parted ways rather better. Nivedita called Akshara once in between to reconsider her decision or at least move along with Ashwin, as a couple should do. “ why did you not do this when it was your turn? “ was a sarcastic response she received.
Indeed the next few days were adjustment only for Ashwin. He was sure that his ‘wife’ if he could still call her, would have adjusted to her new workplace, new colleagues, new city, new atmosphere as easily as a fish does in water. Ashwin was a sensitive soul. He had been slowly and surely getting hurt, getting numb with the behaviour of Akshara over the past couple of years. Yet, he felt the void of not seeing her, not having her around. He even lost his creative touch, and also was experiencing a ‘bad patch’ as an artist.
A fortnight later, early morning while he was having some light sleep after a sleepless tiring night, full of disturbing thoughts, he received a call from Nivedita. The timing of the call as well as her tone, shook him up. “Maa ji has fallen in her bathroom and is unable to move and is kind of unconscious. I have called the neighbor from the next bunglow, but he is not responding. I am going there, but Ashwin…. Please come. I need you here.” Her voice was trembling. Within no time he prepared himself and rushed to the in-laws bunglow. A tense Nivedita immediately opened the door and led him in. The MIL was still numb, in trauma after the fall and was semi conscious, yet with any touch to her feet, she was screaming agonizingly. He somehow dragged her in her bedroom. She had called an ambulance. “ The neighbors have gone to meet their relatives in Dubai. The watchman there is coming. “ just then he arrived and now with his assistance, they shifted her to the ambulance and then Nivedita accompanied her in the ambulance, while Ashwin followed in the car behind them.
The Casualty section, primary examination, shifting to a special room, doctor’s visit all took its own time and stress. The old lady was diagnosed with multiple fractures in both legs and a concussion in the head with the impact, although it revealed no major brain issue. They called their spouses after this entire episode. With Atman giving irritating response when he was disturbed, while enjoying a dinner party in US and hung up after listening Nivedita, stating he would call back later. Akshara didn’t pick up 4 calls, didn’t see Ashwin’s whats ap and later, sent a message that ‘assuming’ this message to be true, she would deposit money in their joint account, strictly to be used for mom’s hospitalization and she wont be coming there unless it is ‘dire neceesary’.
Seated by her bedside, both simply shook their heads, having heard each other. “we are not her blood relation, but she doesn’t matter for those who are…. Isn’t it ironic, Ashwin? I will stay here with mom, and I request you to stay with us…. I can’s take up this burden alone… “ her voice was shaking, eyes watery. She rested her head on his shoulder and started sobbing. “ok… I will be there, with you….we are together for each other….”
Ashwini (Sunday, 30 April 2023 01:25)
The artist and the art – part 7
While MIL was still drowsy under the sedatives, Nivedita rushed back home, did her essentials, and returned to the hospital. In the mean time, Ashwin did the basic payments, contacted the doctors handling the lady’s case. He learnt that the fractures would take some time to heal, given her age and extent of damage. Also they would need to take the MRI and also be vigilant in future, for some irregularities, since brain damage is still very unpredictable.
When Nivedita returned, he went to his place, had a bath, packed a few essentials, and returned to the bunglow. The ‘bai’ had in the mean time came, and prepared the food. A big relief for Ashwin, since he was tired of eating junk food and stale food, that he had to manage with, since he couldn’t afford a full time kitchen assist now. “I think I would be relatively comfortable here. At least first time after my childhood I am going to stay with someone, who cares for me and I care for. “ he mused. He unpacked his stuff. A few t-shirts, a kurta or two, a few jeans…. And dumped them in their guestroom. Then he went to load his used clothes from yesterday in the washing machine in the bathroom. He leant and dumped his in the front load machine. Just then, he saw Nivedita’s clothes also, in an adjacent bucket….. ‘she would have just rushed through her bath’, he thought ‘and would have forgotten to run a round of the washing machine, or perhaps wont have had time for that’ he bent and picked up her clothes….. her soft kurti and salwar, her….. her black bra and……..and her pink panty….. ohh godddd……..her…..her raw musky sweet scents hit his nostrils very hard. Her body fragrances, add to it her sweat………. It was a sudden ‘surgical strike’ of nasal pleasures, he had encountered and he simply surrendered…. His knees went weak, he closed his eyes, he would see a smiling Nivedita in front - perky, curvy, soft, oozing with all desirable womanly attributes ……. These were the scents she had trailed and unknowingly he had been registering them, when he was around.
Many animals leave their musk as a trail to seduce the opposite sex and then they elope………. Nasal senses are just as strong as others…. These are more primitive, more raw, more wild. Mankind has learnt to seduce through touch, through looks, through charming words for the other sex, or by passionate kiss. But this was a sudden animalistic charge of sheer feminine odours on the poor deprived, tense, dreamy artist in Ashwin and within seconds, he had fallen prey to that.
“oghhhhh Nivedita….. Nivi…..” he exhaled steamy breath while pushing his head in her clothes and inhaled and inhaled and inhaled till his lungs were full of her ……. He…he couldn’t get enough of her……. He felt he had a big hard on…….. the world around him spun and he was teleported to the world of bliss.
He drew out his cock and started jerking it off , clasped his hard penis with his slender fingers and within no time that he was close, then he picked up her panty and jacked off his cum in it. It burst in her soft feminine inners in waves of pleasure….. like tsunami’s built in heaven. It was wild, it was intense and…..and he had not released in ages…. He spent the load of his lifetime there. Suddenly he grew weak in knees after the discharge. He was just like that, god knows… for how many minutes. Then he marginally cleaned the panty under tap water and dumped it besides her other clothes and started the machine, with shaking hands. He walked out of the bathroom gingerly, wiped out the sweat off his forehead and sunk on the sofa, all exhausted but deep in the mind, very happy. A tense morning surprising ending with a moment to cherish for his further lifetime.
Ashwini (Monday, 01 May 2023 02:04)
The artist and the art – part 8
He came to his senses in a while. ‘Did I do right or wrong? Was it the devil throwing his rope of lust around his neck or was it a blissful angel giving him blessing?’ he was thinking, but the angel won the battle on the battle field of his mind. If the act was pleasing, it did not hurt anyone, how can that be wrong? He justified his own deed and was ‘mentally certified’ to do it again (and again and again….!!). He slept in the guest room, now overwhelmed and tired by the ‘excitement and efforts’. He woke up, in the afternoon, feeling hungry. He saw a message from Nivedita, that mom is still drowsy and needs attention there. If he could come and relieve her in the evening, she would return home for a few hours. Ashwin remembered her, (and her clothes) fondly and gave her a thumbs up on the chat. Then he had his lunch. While eating, and watching TV, suddenly an idea, rather an urge crossed his mind. He hurriedly finished his lunch and went across to Nivedita’s room. He twisted and pushed the handle and made his way in her room. Oghhh….. God…same trailing scents …..scents that made him wild a few hours ago. She had a nice double bed in a corner, with a properly laid bedsheet over it. Some blanket at the feet and 2 soft pillows the opposite side. He looked around. There was a full size sliding wardrobe, fit across the entire wall that he could see, plus a full size dressing table with some drawers below and to either sides. It was literally her room… only her room, untouched by anyone other than her. He was perhaps the first male to enter her room, after Atman had left. The room was artistically decorated with a mix of pastel and lavender shades…. Her favorites. He was spellbound. Again the angel (or the devil??) was taking over.
He stood at the centre of the room, looking around , soaking in the atmosphere around him. He could hear the ticking sound of a wall clock, that showed around 4.00 in the evening. He reached her wardrobe. His heartbeats could be heard in his ears, with absolute quiet around him. ‘is this how thieves feel when they intrude into someone’s privacy?’ he thought as he applied slight push and the sliding door of the wardrobe and it slid open, revealing the treasure of a ripe young woman’s clothing and accessories in front of the dumb stuck (and hard) Ashwin.
He could see a variety of dresses – salwar kameez, ghaghra choli, patiyala suits in a segment, the next one full of lovely sarees and blouses and adjacent to that were even western outfits. One piece, skirt tops, spaghetti strap dresses. Wow !! he exclaimed. Below that level, were 3 sliding drawers, each one below the tall three vertical stacks. He pulled one out, revealing a variety of bras!! Conventional ones, Front open, transparent stripes. Some full support, some invisible neckline, some padded, some non-padded, wired…. Gosh….. he felt goosebumps, touching them. So soft, so smooth…..the next drawer had number pf panty and slips etc. The third drawer was locked. May be she had some gold, silver or other ornaments, some cash and other stuff their.
Ashwin smirked. A plan for the night was cooking in his ‘angelic’ (or should we now say ‘devilish’?) mind.
Ashwini (Tuesday, 02 May 2023 03:37)
The artist and the art – part 9
After ‘soaking in’ the room, as if he was doing a reiki, Ashwin made a cup of tea for himself and went to the hospital to meet the injured lady. He saw that the poor lady had both her legs in plaster!! And they had bandaged her head as well.
“Mom has been experiencing so much of pain, since the sedations lost their effect and the doctors dont want to keep her sedated throughout. Perhaps, in the night, they would give some medications through IV. Also, she has been complaining of a mild headache, so they took her despite this condition for an MRI. The doctor in-charge would consult a neurologist and would let us know on that front. “Nivedita was concerned and stressed. “Good that I have you around. Now I will go home, make something for dinner and return. Although they have 24 x 7 nursing support, doctor insisted that I should be here, if some decisions are to be taken, and off course mom would be comfortable with me around here.” He simply nodded. Aswin was a reliable follower, what ever the situation.
He spent some restless hours there, with the old lady complaining of her pains, recognizing him sometimes, sometimes not. Who loves to be in the hospital anyways!! To distract his mind, he consciously tried to remember the lovely moments he experienced in the morning. The sun set and by donner time, the obedient daughter-in-law returned. They discussed a few general things. They decided a time to relieve her the next day.
When he reached home, he had his dinner, planning his ‘raid on her treasures’. He had been nurturing the girly feelings, and suddenly he had a vent!! After dinner, he ensured that the main door was locked and entered her room, with a ‘mann me laddoo futaa’ feeling. This was a situation he had never dreamt of. He inhaled the lingering scents in the room and slowly disrobed his t-shirt and trousers. He was in his boxer shorts…. His pecker inside had already awakened partially!! She had neatly kept her salwar suit she had worn through out the day on her bed. He picked it up and inhaled it…. Ogh…. Yess……. Nivedita’s ripe body smell, musky and strong, a bit sweaty as well. He kept it back and opened her wardrobe cabinet. He picked up a pale blue salwar kurta from her hangar there. He was already in his shorts only. He was someone, who resembled her physique as well. He wore the salwar…. Ogh……what a feeling as the soft fabric brushed his calves and thighs and he strung the knot. He NEEDED this…. He knew, he belonged here….. he had these inhibited emotions, that had surfaced suddenly. He pushed his head through the V-neck of the kurti, and pushed his hands through the half sleeves. It snug fitted him very well. His longer hair rolled over, touching his shoulders. He walked and saw his image in a full length mirror. He was happy with what he saw… but he was still looking like a man draped in a salwar suit. He enjoyed it, but knew, he needed to ‘go deeper’ in this….. he had to…. The feelings were divine and the opportunity to try this was once in a lifetime!!
Nandini (Friday, 05 May 2023)
Prisoner of Nath:
Chapter 1 - The failed escape
The guards caught me as I was trying to escape the walls of the city. As I raised my knee over the wall and was about to make the leap towards my freedom, a hand grabbed my leg! I looked back and saw a warrior standing below me on the ladder. No way I was going to be captured! I pushed him and hit his chest and head so that he falls. But he barely moved. The warrior grabbed me by collar and threw me down the ladder. The sudden impact of falling on the ground knocked me out my senses.
When I came to my senses, I was being dragged towards the palace by two huge warriors who were almost double my size. My hands were tied behind my back. And my feet were tied together. They didn't want me trying to escape again. I looked around the city. My city. It was all fire and blood now. The enemy had attacked with all their might. But the kingdom's army fought back bravely. It was a long night and the swords kept clashing until sunrise. In the end, kingdom's army defeated the enemies. The city was saved. But the battle had resulted in a lot of loss. Houses were burning and soldiers lay dead and injured around the city which had turned into a battlefield. I was responsible for this. Now I am being dragged to the palace to answer for my crimes.
The guards pulled me into the court and made me stand in the centre. They stepped two paces back. The court was in full attendance. Looks like all the ministers survived the battle. There were other onlookers as well in court, perhaps they were here to witness my trial. The king and queen sat at the throne. King was in his Armor, having arrived at the court directly from the battle.
Turning his attention to me the king said "We trusted you with the secrets of the kingdom. And you betrayed us. You gave away sensitive information like our troop size and locations, blueprints of the city, just for some money."
"I didn't know I was supplying the information to the enemy my lord. The information seekers had approached me for this information with the intent of knowledge gathering for the art of warfare. They represented a school from a faraway kingdom. Little did I know that the enemy was seeking this information for an attack." I spoke.
"Don't take us for fools. You knew everything. But chose to ignore it until your pockets were filled." said the king. He continued "And let's say this was a genuine mistake. You still had the option of approaching us and admitting your mistake when you heard that enemy was at the gates yesterday. Instead, you chose to secretly run away."
"I was afraid my lord. I was afraid for my life." I cried.
"Coward. And a traitor. You don't deserve to live in this kingdom. A man without honour is no man. Guards, take this man away and execute him." said the king.
I shook with terror at that. I wanted to live. No! No this can't be happening. The guards took me by the arms and were about to drag me when the queen interjected. "Wait." said the queen. A silence hung over the entire courtroom after her words. "Your grace, before we do away with this traitor, I have a suggestion." The king looked at her "Speak your heart my queen".
The queen said "You spoke the truth my king when you said a man without honour is no man. And I think we should show our kingdom that with an example. If we kill this traitor now, no one will take attention of it. The city has seen a lot of killings today and it will be just one more. But I have a punishment in mind for this traitor that will set an example for the entire kingdom to never repeat the mistake what this man did. This sort of punishment has never been given to any prisoner and this traitor would be the first specimen for it. And because of its novelty, our kingdom and possibly even kingdoms beyond will talk about the traitor and what happens to men who put their kingdom in danger and runaway."
Everyone was shocked and surprised on hearing the queen. I was totally confused what she meant. What punishment could be worse than dying? From my perspective, whatever it was, it was a life boon to me. For that I would be eternally grateful to the queen. The king was intrigued. "What do you suggest my queen?"
"Give me a day's time. I will have the traitor in front of court again tomorrow. And you will see for yourself. Oh, it will be quite a sight!" said the queen.
"I trust you, my lady. I am quite intrigued to see your plans." Saying so the king adjourned the court.
The guards took me away to the prison chambers. I didn't know it was only the start of my nightmare.
Nandini (Friday, 05 May 2023)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 2 - The transformation (Part 1)
I woke up with from the sunlight shining bright on my face. I was in a prison cell and the morning rays from the tiny window brought the greeting of a new day with it. "Oh, the princess is up!" a voice startled me out of my thoughts. I looked outside the cell gate and saw the queen standing there with couple of her servants and guards. "My lady." I got up and responded, out of respect.
"Are you ready to start your new life?" asked the queen. "Yes mi'lady. I shall be eternal grateful to you for this chance. I will show my gratitude my being a good man." I said honestly.
"Oh, good you shall be. But the chance of being a man you have lost. You begin your new life with a new identity." said the queen, with a smirk on her face.
"I didn't get you m'lady." I said.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll understand soon." said the queen "Guards, get him out. We need to get her ready to be presented in front of the court in two hours."
Get 'her' ready? I was confused who she was referring to. The guards held me by the arms and dragged me out. I walked with everyone else towards the exit of the prison. We left the prison yards and started walking towards the women's section of the palace. I was here for the first time. Men are not allowed to enter this section unless absolutely necessary. Maybe queen wanted me to meet the lady she referred in the prison cell.
As we walked more deeper into the women's side of the palace, all the women lined our path to take a closer look at us. In fact, they were all looking at me. Some with anger and scorn, which was understandable. But most of them were giggling and looked at me with eyes filled with pleasant surprise. We finally halted at a room and went inside. It was a pretty room filled with pretty colors, painted pictures and curtains. Wow! I didn't know a women's room could be so pretty.
"Welcome. This is your new home from now on m'aam" said the queen.
"Why do you call me m'aam ? And how can I stay in women's quarters ?" I asked, pretty confused at this point.
"Oh yes. You can stay here once all the talented ladies here transform you." said the queen.
It finally dawned on me. My new identity is going to be a lady in the palace. I fumbled for words but couldn't find them. "Transform me.. into a woman ?" I managed to say.
"Not just a woman. You will be inducted into womanhood today. And to mark this special occasion you will be dressed as a traditional desi bride. I can't wait to see you." said the queen. "Guards, strip him !"
With a force greater than I could fathom, a guards double of my size came in front of me, grabbed my shirt from the collar and tore it apart. Another one, tore my pant into two from behind and threw it away. I stood in the middle of the room surrounded by ladies, queen and her strong guards in a very vulnerable position - just in my briefs.
"Please don't do this." I begged with folded hands to the queen, my knees bent and my legs close together. I was humiliated already.
"Spare us the trauma of watching you naked and go behind that curtain and change into these." She said pointing to the bed. I looked at the bed and my jaw dropped. There was a complete bridal set picked out for me. A multi colored bra and a black panty. To it's right there was a heavy dark green lehenga. Above it was a red blouse. Both lehenga and blouse had golden sequins and embroidery. Next to it were many dupattas of different colors. And next to it there was a whole set of jewelry, more than I had ever seen. I was dumbstruck.
"Look at our bride admiring her big day clothes. Don't get too attached to them, they are anyways going to come off during your suhaag raat tonight. " said the queen and the whole room erupted into laughter.
A lady stepped ahead and handed me the inner wear. Seeing my inability to think or move, another lady grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me behind the curtain. She pulled my briefs down and I covered my privates with my hand. Quickly she made me step into the pretty black panties. Then she asked me to turn around. I was still lost so she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. She pulled the bra around me and hooked it in the back. Pulling the straps around my shoulder she pushed me out of the curtain.
Nandini (Friday, 05 May 2023 05:48)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 2 - The transformation (Part 2)
"Oh ain't she pretty." Someone from the crowd teased as I came in sight wearing a bra and panty. It was so embarrassing to be standing in front of two huge men and a whole lot of stranger women wearing a bra. The girls seemed to be in auto pilot mode now, they pulled me and made me sit on a chair in front of a mirror. One lady held my chin and made me look slightly up. She used a kajal pencil to draw kajal outline on my eyes. Once she was done I looked at the mirror to see that my eyes were so beautiful and bold. Another lady took lipstick and painted my lips red. I looked at the mirror and saw a beautiful girl. She had short hair but still she was cute.
"Oh she was meant to be a girl." Someone said from the background. "I completely agree." replied the queen.
Someone picked me by the arms and made me stand in the middle of the flattened ghagra. They pulled it up and tied the strings on my waist. I looked at the mirror to see myself, face made up, wearing a floral bra and a flowy ghagra. A lady was standing in front of my holding the blouse. I got the cue and slipped my hands through it. The strings were tied tightly on my back. I winced in pain "Its too tight." I said.
"Oh get used to it. Your life going forward is going to be tight cholis" said the queen.
"Ab Gehno hi baari ! Aao sajaye humari dulhan ko" Someone said and there was a cheer in the crowd. I stood there, branded a traitor yesterday, now standing in ghagra choli. Two ladies slipped bangles in my hands. Two others adjusted a maangtika on my head. One lady put a bindi in my forehead. Someone slipped ringers in my fingers. There was chaos around me, with ten women getting me decked up in jewellery. The most beautiful set of necklace I had ever seen was lowered down by head and adjusted on my neck. It was a choker pattern that extended till a little above my chest. It had green stones that matched my lehenga. They selected long dangling earrings that had green and blue stones that would go with my outfit and inserted and secured it in my pierced ears. Within minutes, I was transformed ! To a beautiful bride.
The queen saw me awestruck and said "Oh the cherry on the cake in remaining." She stepped ahead and I saw a huge nosering in her hand ! "No, please don't make me wear it." I pleaded.
The queen laughed listening my objection. "Why are you getting all shy now ? Look at yourself in the mirror." I looked at the mirror and found no trace left of my masculinity that I was so proud. She continued "This nath is more than an ornament for you. Its weight and presence will constantly remind you of your condition and your own actions that led to it. Usually prisoners are made to wear shackles and chains of heavy iron to heighten their misery. But this is the first time a prisoner's destiny will be tied down with a delicate nath. This nath will remind you and everyone in the kingdom who sees you that you are a traitor and are serving a fitting sentence. You are prisoner of nath."
She stepped ahead and inserted the nath in my nose. It was big enough that it touched my lips. It had pretty jewels on it. They pinned the other end of the nose chain to my back of my hair. A lady brought a gajra and pinned it to the back of the hair and let the gajra fall on my shoulder.
Standing there totally emasculated and sajh dajh ke tayyar I was looking at myself when the ladies brought a dupatta over my should and pinned it to my back. They made pleats and adjusted it beautifully. Just when I thought I was finally ready, a second dupatta was brought over my head. Now my vision was blurry and I could only see a hazy reflection in the mirror, my face behind the ghunghat, the nosering and the jewels on it shining. Oh what had become of me!
The girls took me by the arms and walked outside. There was a doli with a parda waiting for me. I was going to be escorted to the court like a dulhan. Oh my god !
Ashwini (Friday, 05 May 2023 22:43)
The artist and the art – part 10
He slept in sort of excited state, after disrobing. Her scents, the smell of her clothing still lingering in his nostrils. The next morning, he went to the hospital to relieve Nivedita. “ The doctors told that her legs are plastered and would take at least 10 weeks to heal. And physiotherapy would continue after that. Also, if there is a permanent deformity in her legs, that would be revealed later. “ Ashwin sighed genuinely. Quite an ordeal for the old lady. He thought. “More ever, the neurologist noted some swelling in the interior of the brain. There is apparently some damage to the basal ganglia or frontal lobe, which might lead to disorganized thinking, lack of awareness. “this is worse than the physical injuries…” he thought. Nivedita went home, and returned after the lunch preparation. This became their routine for the next few days. Every night, Ashwin couldn’t stop himself from ‘trying out’ some of her dresses. He was now glued to that. During his hospital stays as a proxy to Nivedita, he had browsed some cross dressing videos, make up tips etc. In a way, he was getting ‘better’ in theory. Akshara had called Nivedita once and had a video call with her mom. All formal and compelled. Atman had sent a text, if they needed some money ‘there in India’. Ashwin didn’t exist for anyone perhaps.
After about 8 days stay in the hospital, the old lady was discharged, with ‘nothing much to do’ beyond the cast and medications as the doctors put it. They had given host of medicines, both for her bone strengthening and for calming down the old lady when she screamed or hallucinated, which could occur at any time of the day or night.
“Ashwin, I still want you to be with us. In a way, when maa ji was in hospital, I was not that tense. But living with her, all alone is kind of scary. I also debated having a full time nurse for her, but she gets violent, when I am not around, and also I don’t feel secure. I have arranged for a nurse who would visit for an hour in the morning, to tend to the maa ji. Please stay, do your creative work here. And, besides all this, my NGO work also needs some priority attention, since the last ten days, I had to be away from all that.” Ashwin was definitely happy hearing this. He was now desperate to be around Nivedita, her clothing and accessories. Yes, there would be less chances, but he was bound to dare and feel the thrill…. There was no turning back now.
Sneha (Saturday, 06 May 2023 09:02)
Offer
Like every other day i went to my workplace and i saw my owner sitting on sofa and thinking seriously, I wished him good morning and went to kitchen. My Name is Madhu and i work as a maid in kiran's sir house. After my husbands death my life become dull even when my husband never use to respect my feelings in romance he always want to fuck like a animal. He left me as widow in my Mid thirties, i just curse my self can't do anything more. Kiran sir is paying good so i am working in one house only.
Kiran sir came to kitchen, this is the first time he came into kitchen. I asked him what you want sir coffee or juice. He said nothing madhu actually i want to discuss with you regarding some thing can you come out to hall. I said ok sir 5 minutes i was not ready that's why i took 5 minutes, some many thoughts are flashing in my mind, first i thought kiran sir may ask for physical favor next i recollected kiran sir never misbehaved with me, so instead of thinking i gained courage and went to the hall. With a smile face i said sir you want to tell me something, he told me to sit. I sat on the floor he told me to sit on the sofa.
Madhu how is your room he asked i said fine sir you gave me very good quarters.Kiran sir smiled and said today morning i checked my horoscope with expert he said if i have to get married then i have to marry and serve him. I said sir what are you saying, Kiran sir said it is because of my past life I tortured my husband and now i am suffering to get a wife. I laughed loudly and said what are you believing sir he said the person i met is very powerful his predications was always right. Then what you want to do sir are you going to marry a man i asked.
Kiran sir no i can't even imagine i with man, He told me to serve a husband and husband who ties the knot. Not only that sir husband has to get respected, Kiran sir said you are correct i just to want to ask will you be my husband for some time till my problem gets resolved and i was totally dumbstruck not able say anything left to home without saying anything and whole day i was thinking on that single point.
Next day i went for work, kiran sir said if you don't like no problem i will look some other person don't worry. I kept my head down and i went inside the bedroom and kiran sir working on laptop. he didn't realised where i went i undressed myself and took a bath, came wearing towel to my navel and my chest is topless i am feeling like a man. I wore banian till date my tight bra gave me hard feelings and today banian soft feeling made my chest alive then i wore t-shirt and Short totally i am feeling alive after so many days. I went to hall and said kiran how i am looking dear
Please post your comments
Nandini (Saturday, 06 May 2023 10:07)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 3 - Humiliated in the royal court (Part 1)
My heart beats raced as the doli moved towards the courtroom. Here I was, being carried in a hand carriage by two men, all decked up like a bride. Until yesterday, I was a proud officer of the kingdom. I hate to admit it but I have often taken advantage of my position to belittle others in the court and have made a mockery of many, including women. Revenge has been served cold to me as I sit here with my face covered in ghungat. The big nosering kept touching my lips because of the doli's movement. Every touch of the metal against my now red luscious lips sent goosebumps down my spine.
I held my folded knees with both my hands that were now fully covered with bangles. The ghagra was full and dense and it kept my feet warm. The choli was that much uncomfortable and I was having a hard time breathing. My tiny breasts supported by the tight red choli heaved up and down. Even a woman would feel too feminine in this outfit. These sensations were driving me crazy !
The sound of drums brought me out of my daydream. We had reached the courtroom. My doli was covered by delicate curtains so I couldn't see outside clearly but I could see a lot of people in the courtroom today. Seems the crowd had turned up after yesterday's suspenseful announcement by the queen. Every one was curious to see what is my punishment. I am too embarrassed to get out of the doli and face all these people in my current avatar.
The doli came to a halt in the middle of the court. Next I heard the queen's voice "Thank you dear husband, my lord king, for trusting me with dealing with the traitor. And thank you people of the kingdom, for having the patience. I assure you, the traitor will be served hundred times the humiliation of the crime he committed. Please welcome the newest lady of the kingdom. My dear bride, please come out of the doli and let the kingdom see you."
I got the cue. My heart was beating so fast that I felt it would jump out of my choli. I just wanted to disappear from the face of this earth but I had no option right now but to obey the queen's orders. So I put my legs slowly out of the doli and came out. I held the ghunghat with both my hands and looked down. I didn't have the courage to face the crowd. I was thankful for the ghungat. It acted as a barrier between me and the world, protecting me from their gaze. I realized that the ghunghat brings this comfort and it actually serves a purpose.
"My queen, who is this lady ? And we have assembled here to discuss the fate of the traitor. What happened of him ?" asked the king.
"Dear husband, they both are the same. A man who cheats his kingdom and tries to run away with cowardice does not deserve to be called a man in this land of brave fearless warriors. So my girls turned him into what he was meant to be - a beautiful bride." said the queen.
My eyes closed with shame and lips tightened. I could her a outbreak of murmur from the crowd. Everyone must have been surprised with what the queen just told. No one could have even dreamed of this. The murmur turned into light laughter and whistling and people realized it was me who was standing in the middle. I felt super embarrassed to be standing there in a ghaghra choli, decked with jewelry and a ghunghat covering my face, in front of everyone.
Nandini (Saturday, 06 May 2023 10:10)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 3 - Humiliated in the royal court (Part 2)
"Unbelievable!" said the king. He was generally very serious and composed, but on this occasion even he laughed a little. "Got to admire your wits my queen. Who would have thought? Killing a man's pride is killing the man. Any other man would have died out sheer embarrassment made to dress like that. But not him. Maybe he even likes it ? Lift your ghunghat dear and show us your pretty face dear."
I was frozen. I didn't want to lift my ghunghat ! I was so ashamed !
"Dear King. You cannot possibly ask her to do that." said the queen. I was relieved. But only for a second. The last time the queen interjected led me to standing here like this. What is she up to now ? The queen continued "It is bad omen for a bride to lift her ghungat and show her face before the marriage. We can see the bride's face only after she is married and the groom has seen her face first. It's the rule of the land."
"That's true. But who is the groom ? Who will marry this traitor ?" asked the king.
"I am sure a worthy suitor will arrive." she said looking at the crowd. "Until then, we can proceed with another event I have in mind. She will eventually be married to someone from our kingdom. So that technically makes us her in-laws. And it customary for the bride to take good care of her in-laws. Isn't so ? Ladies please bring the arrangements !" She said and clapped her hands.
Two ladies appeared from the back. One had a kalash (copper pot) in her hand. The other one held a copper vessel. They both came and stood near me. The queen spoke, her voice more commanding now. She was clearly running this show. "We want to see you being a good girl now. Hold the kalash on top of your head with one hand." The lady next to me put the kalash on my head. I balanced it with my left hand. I realized the kalash was filled with water. The queen continued "Hold the vessel to your right. Balance it between your waist and with your right hand." The second lady positioned the vessel as the queen instructed.
I was standing in the middle of the court wearing a ghagra choli, big nath, face covered with ghunghat, a kalash on my head and a vessel on my waist. I was already embarrassed to my core with shame. What more was expected of me now ? The queen said "Walk to every minister's feet and wash it with the water in the kalash. Use your right hand to nicely scrub and clean all the dirt from all the elder's feet. Keep the vessel below the feet while cleaning so that all the dirty water is collected in it. Do it with your whole heart and prove us that you are worthy of marrying a fine man of the kingdom. We are giving you a chance of serving us again, do it right this time. Let's start with the king and me."
I couldn't believe my ears. Is this really happening ? I could hear laughter in the background from the crowd. They were in for a show. The lady next to me nudged me ahead. I slowly walked ahead towards the throne. I realized this posture of holding the utensils automatically made by walk more feminine. My hips swayed and I was totally conscious of how I held the Kalash. I reached the throne and I could see the king's feet in front of me. I did as instructed. Washed the king's feet with my hands. Then repeated the same for the queen. I got up after I was done.
"You have done an incredible job my queen" said the king. "In only a few hours I feel she has turned into a proper lady. Look at her delicate mannerisms. She will make a fine lady." The queen laughed and took the compliment. Turning her attention to me she said "Come on, be quick. You have to wash the feet of all the ministers in court."
Nandini (Saturday, 06 May 2023 10:13)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 3 - Humiliated in the royal court (Part 3)
I started from the right, one minister at a time. I bent and sat down at each minister's feet. Taking care that my face is properly covered with ghunghat. Only until few days back I used to treat these ministers with disrespect when they wanted some favour from me in any of the administrative matters. I had a upper hand then being one of the head officers of the state. Oh how the tables had turned now. Here I was at the feet of a minister who particularly disliked me because I used to make fun of him openly. Through my ghunghat I peered a glance at him and saw a wide grin on his face.
I poured water on his feet and rubbed them with my bangles filled hands. They looked so feminine. As I moved my hands the bangles made a sweet sound that filled the court. The nath had a sweet discomfort. It's weight pulled my nostrils and I could see its faint glitter when I looked down. It reminded me continuously of my bondage. The tight choli, ghaghra, dupatta, long dangling earrings, every sensation stirred my senses. I had never lived so much in the moment. Unfortunately for me this moment was filled with most humiliation I had ever felt. Feeling this, a tear left my eye and trickled down my face.
I had finished washing all the minister's feet and went and stood in the middle of the court. Now the kalash on my head was empty. The vessel was filled with all the dirty water from my efforts of last one hour. "Wonderful job lady ! You have showed your in-laws that you have the potential to be a dutiful wife. I just want to be sure of your dedication. Prove that by drinking the water in the vessel you just collected."
That bitch ! She was inhuman enough to ask me to drink the dirt of other's feet ! As if the humiliation till now was now sufficient. The court had gone silent, only a occasional murmur here and there. All eyes were on me. I had been humiliated and ashamed to such a point that I had not said even said a single word in the courtroom today. And I realized I didn't have the spirit to resist now. The queen was successful through her unique way of punishment. I felt so submissive that I felt no choice but to obey her now.
As I brought the vessel filled with soiled water closer to my lips, within my ghunghat, I realized I was crying more profusely now, tears rolling down my eyes continuously. I felt broken, ashamed and ridiculed. As I touched the vessel to my lips, I was sobbing and shaking mildly with the sobs. I opened my lips and drank the water. I tried not to taste it and directly gulped it. It felt muddy and coarse and smelt weird. I cried and drank. Cried and drank. I finished drinking all the water and stood there crying. My plight was not lost to the onlookers and I am sure they felt some sense of justice being served.
The queen said "Bravo!! Good girl ! Stop crying now. If you are searching for any meaning in what you just went through, just tell yourself that's what treachery tastes like. Now that our girl has shown her beauty and proven her dedication in the court, do we have a suitor who will marry her and show her what it means to be a woman ?"
The court was quiet. I felt a tinge of happiness thinking now my atrocity ends. I couldn't dream in my wildest nightmares of marrying a man. Just then a strong voice echoed from the back. "I will marry her !"
Ashwini (Sunday, 07 May 2023 00:17)
The artist and the art – part 11
They settled maa ji in her bedroom. The old lady was grumpy and irritated with the stressed condition of her mind and body. Ashwin had decided to continue to ‘dare’ and to do what he loved the most, whenever the opportunity presents.
In the evening, he excused himself from the home and wandered to the busy central parts of the city. He had known a few places where he would get some wigs, thanks to his stint in dramas during his college days. He bought a shoulder length , a pony tail and a set of thick long shoulder length hair wigs. That was something he wanted desperately, Ashwini his female incarnation … was off course incomplete without the god’s blessing to the feminine gender, wholesome hair, that accentuates their beauty. With his personality, looks, soft tone and features, he was an ideal customer, who would buy out these items without even raising an eyebrow. He was an artist and his mind and body announced that to the world. Nivedita’s wardrobe, which he had rummaged through by now, had all other stuff. But since she was well endowed herself with lovely shoulder length hair, she never needed wigs.
During the night, Nivedita and Ashwin both had a watchful sleep, since maa ji was at home. During the odd hours, he heard some voices… “ Maa ji…. No….” Nivedita it was. He sprang to his feet and hurried walked to maa ji’s room. The old lady was trying to step off her bed, trying to lift her plastered legs and Nivedita was holding her back…. Clearly struggling. He intervened, forced maa ji back on her bed. “This is my breakfast time, I need my tea and breakfast” she pointed to the wall clock, that showed 2.50 am. A shade of hysteria in her wrinkled eyes. “I heard something and luckily I reached here in time, else maa ji would have stumbled and complicated the things even more for her and for us.” Nivedita was really tense. He patted her shoulder warmly. Calming down the petite dame. They gave her mild sedative pills that were recommended for such situations, and stood there for about ten minutes for the pills to take effect. During the ten minutes, Nivedita sobbed a few times. They stuffed pillows on either side of the bed, making such future attempts further difficult.
The next day, Nivedita asked Ashwin to be at home, while she spends a few hours at the NGO and he happily obliged. After he saw off the caretaker nurse, he went to Nivedita’s room. Today, disrobed himself upto his undies and clasped her black bra around. Then he tried her sleeveless black and gold chunidaar. Yes, indeed it was a surreal feeling, when the chudidaar salwar clung to his calves and took shape of his fleshy calves and thighs. He was getting excited. And when he wore the tight fitting kurta, he smelt her, he felt the lovely fabric and his excitement knew no bounds. he sat at her dressing table and quickly applied face pack, wore some clip-on ear-rings and with shaking hands, wore the shoulder length wig. Gosh!! It really transformed him…. His heart beats were competing with the ticking of the clock and clearly racing faster!! those were the only two sounds he could hear!! He stuffed the bra with his socks to give ‘Ashwini’ some smallish breasts!! He wore the thin chunni across ……..its breeze, coolest and most fragrant… its touch over his slim shoulders, its modest presence over Ashwini’s tiny breasts, the way his (her…. Isn’t it? Smiles) fair skin showed behind the translucent black silky material…it was… it was beyond words. He had made a breakthrough….. with these looks he was more of Ashwini and less of Ashwin.
Nandini (Sunday, 07 May 2023 06:27)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 4 - Becoming a wife
"I will marry her!" a strong voice echoed from the back. My heart skipped a beat. I did not dare look back to see the face of that voice. Then I heard footsteps coming closer towards me. The footsteps sounded with loud thuds, like a soldier marching towards me. Soon enough I could also hear the sound of metal armour, which proved the voice belonged to a soldier! Within few seconds, the soldier overtook me and stood ten paces away from the throne.
"I will marry her" he said again, now addressing directly to the king and queen. I could only see the soldier from behind, that too from the confines of my ghunghat. I could see a tall, well-built man with wide shoulders in shining silver armour. God! I had never imagined one day a knight in shining armour would court me! He wore a military grade short haircut. On his waist was a long sword resting in its sheath. He had a truly commanding personality.
The queen and king both had a warm smile on their faces. "Well, I am not surprised. In fact, I feel you were meant to found someone like her." King said, "She will be quite a match for you lord commander." At the soldier turned to look at me and I lost my mind. This was none other than the lord commander of the king's forces. And she was a woman!
The queen said, "If you will, lord commander, can you state in this court, so that the public knows why you would like to choose her as your bride?"
"Sure, my queen" said the commander and turned back and started walking slowly to my direction. "I am sure this traitor well remembers the last conversation we had. It was just a few weeks back. I was on my way to training in full armour. The traitor had met me then and said 'This armour doesn't suit you commander. I will raise a petition someday that forces all women to only wear sarees. Nothing else. It's the only clothing that does justice to their delicate curves.” Her eyes burned with a fire. “I had prayed to God that day to give me a chance to show you your place. I guess god answered my prayers."
She was so close to me now that she towered over me like a mountain. She was at least a foot taller me and with the armour on she felt like a trunk of a huge tree that wouldn’t fit in my arms! In comparison I stood in front of her, a man until yesterday but now decked in a flowy lehenga and a tight choli that exposed my back, only covered by the interwoven strings holding my modesty together. Colourful bangles covered both my slender hands. Face adorned with earrings that reached the shoulders, a heavy maangtika and a big nath. Both my hands kept holding the ghunghat while I looked down with shame. My knees were trembling from the commander's presence. The ghunghat felt like a shield, my last line of defence against the brutal warrior in front of me.
"I got to admit though. Armor might not suit me, but lehenga choli suits you. You are more feminine than most women I know. I have been watching you very attentively today. You haven't let go of your ghunghat even for a second today. Saving your pretty face only for your husband I see" she said and there was a chuckle in the courtroom. My predicament was being enjoyed by everyone. She leaned in closer and whispered "I can't wait to lift your ghunghat after we are married and see your beauty. Your entire beauty. Years of battle have hardened by body and spirits. I am yearning for your soft delicate company tonight."
Leaning away again she said out loud "And I hope you will stay true to your own standards that you expected from other women. You will only be wearing sarees from now on. And decked up in full makeup and jewelry. Gajra in your hair and without fail, a nath always in your nose." I died with embarrassment listening to her plans for me. I am going to be a pretty little housewife to my strong muscular husband. How did things end up like this?
"If we leave these lovebirds to themselves, they might keep talking till night." the queen said. "Lord commander, if you may, let's proceed to the holy area. A pandit is waiting for us there. We are getting late with the marriage ceremony."
"At once your grace" said the commander and offered me her hand "My lady, let's begin our new exciting lives." I had no choice but to place my delicate hands filled with bangles in her rough hands hardened by years of war. With my other hand I lifted by lehenga a bit and we started walking towards the part of the palace where I will get married to my husband.
Ashwini (Sunday, 07 May 2023 12:41)
The artist and the art – part 12
That night, Nivedita decided to sleep next to maa ji, to avoid repetition of previous night’s episode. It went along smoothly, with Ashwin also sleeping tight in his bed, thinking about ‘going ahead’. This trend continued for the next 3-4 days, with Ashwin venturing during afternoon, when Nivedita left. He was trying to add finish and was improving.
The next day though, while they were having the breakfast, Nivedita told him that if he wishes to roam around and do his job since today, it would be fine since she would be working online. “ughh… not at all good for me dearie…. I ‘roam around’ in your room…. And don’t deprive me of that, my sweet young lady…. “ “ Okkkkkkk…….” He cleared his throat in real “ but these online meets are never a replacement for the real ones, so… I mean even if its for longer duration, I .. I am here… don’t worry. I don’t have a schedule to keep Nivedita….” He said in a ‘matter of fact’ way…. “No… .its fine dear. My client is from Bengaluru, and we wish to do the detailing, without him or his team fly to us or we visit them, till things consolidate. So this is the preferred mode at the moment. I would mostly be in my room, and you be in yours. We would both tend to maa ji, as and when needed. I am just concerned about her hallucinations. Those are not getting in control. “ Ashwin nodded with a sad face. The sadness was as much for the ill mental health of MIL, but more so for not being able to try his ‘afternoon adventures’ henceforth.
He had some of the most boring next 2-3 days, only soothing my eyes, seeing Nivedita and her dresses. He was getting restless and eager. In fact desperation was more precise word !!. Today, after her bath, Nivedita wore the same black chunidaar, that Ashwin had made his a few days ago. Without his own sensibility, he began to ogle her. Oh god….. I ‘know’ how how it feels to be ‘in’ that dress dear…. He whispered under his breath when she was moving around. How elegantly, she would handle the chunni, how would she toss her hair off her sight, when they intrude, how smooth her butter like skin look, and blend with the smoothness of the fabric!! He was loosing his ‘gentleman’s mask’ that was for sure. Was Nivedita naïve? Or was she playing along? He knew, that girls, especially this beautiful knew since their teens and puberty how do they look. He also knew, that the girls know, when the guys around stare at them and peel out their clothes mentally !! how can Nivedita be an exception? Yes, they were in good terms, both being in a way ditched by their spouses. But he couldn’t really fathom, or predict how would she react to his advances and more casual and close gestures, if he was to try.
The whole evening, he spent in debating his mind. After the dinner and some casual chat, they both retired for bed. He plunged into his, with images of Nivedita in that black salwar suit still fresh in his mind. She even asked if he is ok and smiled at him….biting her lip. He couldnt shake her and her dress off her mind. He heard her lock maa ji’s room from inside to settle for the night. Within a few minutes he sprang up in his bed…. He… he had to do it.
He went on his toes, nimble footed. Careful….careful he reminded himself….. and pushed the knob her room door and placed his foot in the darkness.
Nandini (Monday, 08 May 2023 06:11)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 5 - The marriage (Part 1)
Before the ceremony the girls took me away for few minutes and all of them quickly got working on me again. At least fifteen girls had cornered me. "Have you gone nuts girl?" one of the girls asked "You need to get ready for the wedding before reaching the mandap. We will help you." The girls all laughed and made me sit on a chair. One of them lifted my ghunghat and let it rest on my back. They looked at my face attentively. "Wow, she is so beautiful." They said to one another. "She was meant to be a girl" They were laughing and having fun embarrassing me more.
They touched up my makeup. Some of the kajal had smeared because of my tears. They redid my makeup. My lipstick was touched up with a bright red glossy lipstick. "I am sure your husband is going to eat you alive" They mocked me, and I brushed a bright red looking at the mirror. They removed my bangles and four ladies started drawing mehendi on my hands. Within minutes my hand was filled with intricate mehendi till my elbows. Simulatenously, my feet were decorated with mehendi as well. Next, they started painting my finger and toe nails with a bright red nail paint. They did a double coat and my nails shined bright red.
While we waited for the mehendi and nails to dry, they were seeing me sitting in the middle of the room all decked up. "Serves you right. You have always mocked women. We have heard stories from many sisters who you harassed. A traitor who disrespected women, now ready as a bride to marry her husband" They laughed. "Kudos to the queen for thinking of this punishment for you. From today you will learn what it means to be a women." I sit there my eyes down with shame. I had nothing to say nor I dared make eye contact with any girl there.
Then a girl came and opened a box. She removed the most beautiful set of payal from it. Glistening silver and with tiny bells on it. "This is a gift from us. From now on, we are going to live together. We accept you as our sister and we will teach you to walk the way of womanhood." She tied one payal to each of my ankles. Come on, it's time to wash off your mehendi, they washed off the mehendi and now my hands and feet looked even more feminine, with the beautiful mehendi designs and dark red nails. It was almost time to leave when the girls filled my hands with red bangles. "Now you look like a complete bride." saying so the girl pulled the dupatta from over my head and covered my face. They took me outside and reunited with the commander and we continued ahead.
Nandini (Monday, 08 May 2023 06:12)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 5 - The marriage (Part 2)
We reached the mandap where a holy fire was burning and a pandit was waiting for us. Through my ghunghat I could see that the holy area was packed with lot of people. Seems like my tales of humiliation had reached the public and everyone was rushing to the palace to see me humiliated. Lord commander, my soon to be husband, led me to the mandap amid cheer from the crowd. We painted an ironic picture - a strong woman in armor leading a feminized man, head covered in ghunghat and the frills and layers of her lehenga swishing as they reached the mandap. Her payals made a delicate sound as she walked.
We took our places on the sitting stools in front of the fire, lord commander to my right. Even the king and queen, the royal family and the council of ministers were here, looking closely. They were witnessing a historic moment - a gender swapped marriage! The pandit did some preparations and on receiving the nod from the queen started reciting the mantras. The mantras went for a while during which the pandit periodically asked us to do stuff - like pour ghee or rice into the flame. I would hold the spoon of ghee and pour it in fire while my husband held my hand. The commander's hand felt so strong and gave me a stable support. In contrast, my hands look so feminine in red bangles, mehendi and shining with red nail paint.
"Please tie mangalsutra to the bride" The pandit said to the commander. Gesturing to one of the soldiers behind us, he handed over a box. Inside it there was a beautiful long mangalsutra with a big golden pendant. Removing it from the box commander held the mangalsutra in both her hands and leaned over towards me.
This is it I thought. If I wear a mangalsutra it will be a final nail in the coffin. My destiny as a wife will be sealed in front of the people of the kingdom. I wanted to run. I could see door right in front of my eyes. But between the door and me were countless guards and other people. My running would be futile. I accepted my destiny and shed a tear to my lost freedom.
Commander extended her hands inside my ghunghat and tied the mangalsutra. There was a cheer from the onlookers. Pandit asked us to get up and my braidmaids tied commander’s turban to my dupatta. Pandit asked us to take the pheras. Commander led me and we took seven pheras around the holy fire. Each phera signified a rule I would obey in total servitude to my husband. At the last phera, all the onlookers threw flowers at us, signifying the celebration of the new couple. The pandit announced "Fire as the witness I declare this man and woman as a husband and wife". My fate had been sealed. I am now at the total mercy of my lord husband.
Ashwini (Monday, 08 May 2023 07:13)
The artist and the art – part 13
He entered the dimly lit room. The windows were closed. Some filtered mellow light was trickling through the milky window panes. In that light he saw it…. The black chunidaar that Nivedita had adorned throughout the day proudly. As her habit, she had neatly folded it and kept it on her bed, before changing into some other casual one for the night. He hurriedly walked towards the dress, now unable to control himself. He picked it up and dug his head deep into it….. inhaling it… “mmmmmh…… Niveditaa…. Yaar…….. Nivi…..” he breathed and whispered. Those sweet, musky, sweaty, fragrant inhales…. God…… this is my biggest aphrodisiac!! he regained senses (am I lying?? Naughty me… partially….should be say….) after a few minutes and slowly switched on the lights. Her room was at the end of a passage, so there was no eminent risk of the streaks of light visible from the base of the door, to the outsider. He removed his full track pants that he had on…. Then the t-shirt. The fair skin tone of his natural hairless legs and chest contrasted against the darker shade of the undies he was wearing. They were unable to conceal the ‘tent’ that was stretching it from inside though!!
He picked up a trendy suit he had ‘decided’ to be his ‘next’….. it was a lovely cream color fancy short sleeves kurti with some magenta embroidery along the hemline. The lovely erratic lime green streaks over the front gave it a lovely balance of the traditional stitches presented along the hemline, to be counterbalanced by the randomness of the lime green. The artist in him could appreciate the value of this blend. This was a lovely kurti from Biba and he knew its value – monetary as well as artistic. He picked up a front open bra from her innerwear closet…. (why ‘her’ we may wonder! It was partially shared by Ashwini as well) loved its satin touch over his bare chest and stuffed his socks in them. Then he pushed his head through the narrow round neck of the designer kurti and wore the pleated pants that were the lower half of this lovely ensemble. Then he took out the shoulder length wig that he had carried with him. That was his favourite wig, since it made him look a lot similar to Nivedita. They could pass as sisters, off course only up to the neck… not below.
He stood before the mirror admiring him… rather her, who was on the other side of the mirror. He applied slight face pack. Then sifted through the collection of clip-ons that Nivedita had and chose a matching shade of emerald greens and tied those to his ear-lobes. He shook his head a little, pleased to see how the lovely clip-ons dangled. Ohh so cute!! He whispered. He saw the bottle of Carlton Blush perfume, opened it and applied it on the lovely clothes….. haaaaaaaaaaaay… he closed his eyes and exhaled once the charming fragrance cast its fragrant spell around him. He was kind of in the lost state for some time, and then realized that he was still holding the perfume bottle in his hand. He kept the bottle on the platform in front. Just then behind it, he saw a matching bracelet. Small but trendy. It had some polished studs embedded, which shone enticingly. Instinctively, he bent across to pick it up and GOSH……. The perfume bottle in between tumbled awkwardly and…. and the fragrant liquid spilled all over…… in a frantic attempt to catch the glass bottle, to prevent it from crashing, Ashwin quickly leaned and lost his footing. Not only the bottle thudded on the floor, making a loud noise, which seemed louder in the silence of the night, Ashwin also landed awkwardly on the flooring, hurting his back a little.
Ashwini (Monday, 08 May 2023 07:14)
The artist and the art – part 14
No…….nooooooooo… this is not happening!! The sudden shrill noise of glass breaking followed by his heavy thud… made his rabbit heart beat faster than ever before. His delicate partially made up face became sweaty within no time. Abort the mission!! Abort the mission. This adventure was not going the way he had hoped. He quickly rushed to the bed, and tried to remove the kurti…… but he heard a room door open….. “Oh no!!….. Nivedita must have woken up… “ he thought. He couldn’t locate the zip on the back of the kurti. He quickly wore his t-shirt above and stumbled but somehow managed to wear the track pants. He…. he heard the approaching footsteps. Who else can that be….maa ji cant walk and then it must be her!! He ran towards the door. From the slit of the slightly ajar door, he could see an approaching shadow……next second the door was squeaking….being opened cautiously….. “Hello…. Anyone here??” he could hear a tense and rather timid voice of Nivedita. He opposed the opening door by holding the knob from inside….. “ohh…. There….is someone….” Sensing the opposition to her pressure, the young lady almost panicked. With one hand holding the knob to prevent her entry, Ashwin stuffed the wig in his pants pocket. Nivedita was trying her best to push……and suddenly Ashwin released his hand from inside. With this sudden loss of equilibrium, the door whisked open and Nivedita stumbled on the carpet in front. Sensing this, the fugitive artist breezed past the door…..” Who…who is there…….. Ashwin………help me!! Ashweeeeeeen” the trembling, totally frightened damsel in distress raised her voice, calling for the help of the only ‘man’ in the house, or so she felt.
Ashwin reached his room within record break time, that would have made Usain Bolt proud!! Oghh..ogh god… he was all sweaty. He plunged onto his bed having seen its outline in the dim passage light. He took the blanket all over his head, not willing to accept what had happened. The right ear-ring pinched when he sunk in the pillow. Ouch… he pulled it off his lobe. It stung like a bee. Within no time, he heard approaching footsteps…. “Ashwin…. Wake-up……. There is…there is some one in the home… a thief….” He heard her trembling, excited voice. He pretended to be sleeping… but she shook his legs so violently, that would have woken up a semiconscious person as well… his sense and intellect had also given way….. “yes… wh…. What happened….. who is this…??” Ashwin peaked out his head out of the blanket. The darkness in the room becoming his aide!! “Its me… Nivi….. Nivedita…. There is some one who has broken in our home. He was in my room…. I heard him and came to wake you up…… but …but you were not here….. “”I…. I must have gone for the loo..” Ashwin cleared his throat and responded. “so…I dared and went there myself…..””Ohhh Nivedita… did you find anyone, must have been some sort of illusion. You are also stressed, being around maa ji” “Noooooo….. not at all….there was someone inside, resisting my push and….and I don’t know how but I stumbled on the floor and felt someone run outside. This was real Ashwin. Come with me…. I have even got this…. See” The blade of the big knife she held in her hand shone in the dim light. “Ok…I… will come. Give me a minute….””Kya?? what do you mean…there IS a THIEF and you want a free minute? We are not going for some casual evening stroll…..” She pulled him with all her strength. “Okk….. I am coming. “ Ashwin wished to have a last minute check before going ‘in light’ with her. He was relaxed, for he knew there is no thief in the home…..well except him, if we may say so. “You have also done your loo a few minutes before…. Whats the delay for? Cmon….cmon…. hold this” She pushed Ashwin ahead of her, giving him – the ‘man’ of the house the knife and followed behind him. Her heart beating faster.
Ashwini (Monday, 08 May 2023 07:14)
The artist and the art – part 15
“Whats this strong scent? Kind of sweet perfume…..” he muttered, while cautiously(?) approaching her room. “That’s my perfume….I woke up when I heard a loud glass break. Followed by a heavy thud on the floor. It must have been the perfume bottle, and the thief would have stumbled. “ she whispered, keeping a watchful gaze around. Ashwin nodded. “I have checked in the kitchen, he is not around, and he ran away from my room. Also not in your room, nor in maa ji’s room. Lets see my room again and then the hall. “ by then they had walked through the passage into her room. It was full of the strong fragrance of Carlton Blush. Nivedita was still behind Ashwin, clutching his t-shirt. “Aaaaaaaagh….. “ Ashwin screamed in agony and lifted his left foot. A glass splinter of the perfume bottle had pushed through the delicate flesh of the foot …..Ashwin lifted his left leg, folded it at knee, while still standing, instinctively seeing the extent of the injury. “maa…… be careful dear…. “ Nivedita gripped his calf, trying to steady him.
That …. no… THAT was THE moment when she saw the pants … HER pants underneath his track pant trousers. She eased him to sit on her bed, while he was still wincing in pain. Some blood oozing out of the wound. “Ashwin…… ohh Ashwin… what is this dear??” “What….it..its some glass splinter Nivi….Niveditaa…..from you….your bottle…..” “No…….not that….. THIS…..these are my pants….aur ye kya?? “ She was pointing at the hemline of HER dress that was visible inside the round neck of his t-shirt. “And you smell strongly of my perfume too!!” Ashwin forgot the stinging pain and was dumb stuck like a dear caught in the headlights of a truck on a dark road!!. “Ashwin…. What were you doing? “ she questioned while gripping the ear-ring dangling in his left ear. “Ohh… I…..I mean…. Nivedita….. “ she was standing in front of him, eyes wide open trying to compete with her wide open mouth. This was too much to soak in, in half an hour!! She also saw the false breasts, and ….simply shrugged , unable to speak.
Ashwini (Monday, 08 May 2023 07:15)
The artist and the art – part 16
She was standing like a statue in front of him. He was seated on her bed…. With a single clip on, stuffed bra and her lovely Biba kurti pant hidden inside his nightwear. “ohh… Nivedita…..” Ashwin all of a sudden clasped her round buttocks, pressed his head on her soft flat tummy and started crying like a baby. She was awe stuck, just unable to react!! Unknowingly, she ran her slender fingers through his long hair, while he was shaking his head, crying. She could feel his tears, soaked up by her dress. He looked up at her….. like a child looks at the mom, after pleading guilty. Eyes all watery, tears rolling all over his cheeks. His nostrils had reddened. He… he looked so fragile!! She gently, pushed his head aside, pushed his arms from around her. Slowly went to her drawer and brought some cotton and some ointment, and sat in front of him…. “I… I am sorry…. I..I couldn’t stop myself Nivi…. You…you are so beautiful, so charming….. you are the breeze of my life….and…and I wanted….” “Shhh……” she stopped him. Then she did the dressing. Luckily it was not a deep wound. He could place his foot with some effort. “Remove your t-shirt and trousers. Let me see you wearing mine!!” “I wanted to …feel you Nivi…..I meant no harm….never in my dreams….” “We have plenty of time ahead of us to talk, I want to first see what you have done.” Her voice was pretty calm and understanding, which soothed Ashwin a little bit. He stood up and removed his t-shirt and trousers. “You look good in my dress. So, it was you….. you have been the thief tonight” she also pointed at the crumpled ball that was made of her black salwar kurti “and for the last few days also. I had been sensing that something was happening behind my back here, but couldn’t pinpoint. Sometimes, I felt my things are a bit misplaced. But now all is falling in place. Ashwin…..I forgive you…. But tell me why and what do you seek? How do we go ahead?” “ohh…. Yess….” Ashwin sunk to his knees.
“It was me. Nivi, we are both experiencing the similar sorrows from our spouses. I always feel that god has his own plans and we have met here, we have come closer, because of those plans of the almighty. I adored you. You are beautiful, bubbly, cheerful and look what has that Atman done for you!! Nothing…. You deserve love, care. And I have also received similar treatment. I asked Akshara, why did she marry me, and she said, because I was an artist, not a techie. I was intellectually way below her league. So I wont ever challenge or question her career aspirations. Instead of marrying someone, she married me. I have been groomed as a delicate child, more like a girl. My parents wanted a girl, so perhaps I have been groomed that way since I was in her womb!! So, after this kind of upbringing, and harsh times post marriage, I saw you, dreamt of you. The way with which you carry the lovely dresses, saris is ..is like a learning for me. I wanted to be like YOU…. I wish to idolize you. There is a lady inside me. Indirectly I was grooming her, through you, your clothing. Don’t throw me out. Don’t tell Akshara or Atman. “ Ashwin prayed with folded hands.
Nivedita was all ears. “You are a poor soul. Trapped in a wrong body. And the kind of life you have led, has not helped you improve either. “ She held his folded hands, parted them and kept them on her warm cheeks. Her eyes smiling. “ I already said, I have forgiven you Ashwin. Just as you are filling a void in your mind through me, I am also having a void of raising a child, and in you now I see a child, a grown up beautiful girl that you wish to be. I am going to fill your void, and you fill mine” with this she kept his palms on her soft, warm, curvy breasts and pressed them gently. The feeling mutually pleasing.
DDC (Tuesday, 09 May 2023 06:29)
Ashwini, your story is quite relatable from my Crossdressing journey, me too involved in crossdressing in same manner where i used to smell my loved one's clothes and one day i wore them.
Rohan (Tuesday, 09 May 2023 08:20)
Maid story is super sneha continue writing the next part
Unknown (Tuesday, 09 May 2023 19:48)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-10.html
Ashwini (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 02:15)
The artist and the art – part 17
Ashwin exhaled. ”oghh Nivi….. I feel so relaxed….. I owe it all to you. You have changed this night full of nightmares to the night of my dreams. Thank you so much for understanding me” “ I also feel for you, Ashwin. I know the sensitive talented side of yours. I know how Akshara treats you and don’t approve of it at all. I know there is an artist in you, and now I know there is a woman inside you as well.” She spoke softly, still holding his hands on her ample bosom. “ I always knew I could rely on you as a person. Now I am going to rely on you as a man…… and also try and fulfil your dreams and desires to be a woman.” She pressed his hands more, with a sense of urge.
Ashwin couldn’t still believe, if what was happening in these hours of the night was real. They both were lost in the moment. Perhaps the suddenness of the events, the huge swing of emotions from fear, to anxiety, to realization, to acceptance all was too much to cope up with. It was too much to sink in. Perhaps both needed time to realize this.
And although she was disabled, maa ji became the ‘moderator’. She was given a spring bell adjacent to her bedside. Whenever she would need something, she would use it. The shrill sound of the bell brought them both to their senses. “Ohh…” Ashwin found that he still had his hands over Nivedita’s boobs. He quickly moves them away, as if he felt some shock. Nivedita also blushed…. “We…..we need to …. Resume our routine. Maa ji needs me. We would talk about ‘all this’ tomorrow. “ and she turned around. Ashwin watched her behind, her swaying and swinging hips. He removed ‘his’ (which was hers) kurti and trousers, wore ‘his’ (own!!) boring apparel and trudged back to his room.
Next morning, Ashwin woke up late. He could hear sounds of utensils in the kitchen. He could see Nivedita working there. She turned her neck around elegantly, sensing his movement, when he approached. “Good morning Ashwin…. Hope you had a sound sleep last night??” she chuckled with a sense of spark in her eyes. “God….why would I not fall in love with her?” Ashwin smirked. “yes…..kind of choppy waters…. Had my own real like dreams…..and dream like real yesterday night….” Both laughed. Ohh it was such a lively moment. Both had never experienced these so far….. these simple pleasures of life. Just being with your loved ones chitchatting, doing pranks, spending time together….is such a treasure, isn’t it??
After the morning chores, the nurse visit, and settling maa ji, they had a chat. “Ashwin, I am going to help you realize your dream. Fate has us together, and yes the reason is not a good one, with maa ji stuck to her bed. But lets embrace it. We have has our sorrows with this family, so lets grab the happy hours with both hands“ “yes…..with your understanding mind, I feel no guilt. “ nodded Ashwin. “ We would do it….. during the late evenings post dinner, when maa ji’s chores are done with and she goes asleep. I would go to the market in the evening for some shopping. You, in the mean time, get a men’s hair remover cream from the medical shop. “ Nivedita, his guide, dished out the plan. His journey towards bliss (or so he thought!!) had just begun…..
Samantha (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 04:21)
Sorry Friends ....Due to personal reasons i cant able to continiue the story....so i will try to complete the ASAP.
Riya (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 05:07)
Nandini........great story....awaiting next parts
Sindhu (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 06:45)
Samantha plz continue ur stories eagerly waiting
Amritha (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 11:57)
Samantha we waiting for your stories ma pls continue soon
John (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 20:25)
Your writing and choice of topic is always creative looking for to your story sneha
Suman (Wednesday, 10 May 2023 21:32)
Sindhu waiting for your stories as well, please complete all your stories in English and Hindi
Ashwini (Thursday, 11 May 2023 01:43)
The artist and the art – part 18
They finished their scheduled visits to the medical shop and god knows where Nivedita went. The dinner happened much quietly, with an anticipation. Ashwin or Nivedita, nobody spoke much. After the dinner and maa ji was ‘settled’, they walked in her room. She switched on the lights and asked him to strip to his inner wear. ‘now this is official’ Ashwin thought. Things had changed so much in last 24 hours.
He stripped as much as he was told, but he couldn’t hide his excitement. He blushed when Nivedita gazed him and lingered her gaze at his crotch. “its ok…. I was just checking you out, everywhere “ she chuckled. You have done a good job with the hair removal cream. But there are some patches, where you are unable to reach yourself, we would take care of that first.” She asked him to sit on the stool in front of the dressing table and applied it to some tiny wisps he had on his back. “you don’t have much hair already, plus the remover and now this final touch up, makes you smooth. Girls would envy your skin tone and texture Ashwin…” she said while helping him out.
“Now, I have purchased these lingerie items for you”…. And she handed over a carry bag to him. It was a well known brand. Ashwin had seen its outlets throughout and thought of the lovely garments it sells. And here it was….. “You just change your inners with these…” and she motioned him towards his room. The bag contained two deep violet coloured lingerie items straight off my dreams….. Leonisa series padded bra and panty. He was in tears of joy. Nivedita had been so kind… He literally threw off my ‘male’ underwear and adorned the panty. It was satin heaven…. And his hairless calves and thighs when they brushed with it…. It took his breath away. It had a neat padding from inside. Then he picked up the padded, front open low cut bra and slid the hands through it and clasped its hooks. Its cups were padded to give a very attractive fullness. And for the first time, Ashwin had the direct ‘birds eye’ (should we say ‘girls eye’??) view of the full breasts. Plump and proud.
He literally floated back to her room. As if I had wings!! “wow…..Ashwin….. you look amazing…. See” and she dragged him towards the mirror. Oghh yess…. he liked what he saw. “Ok the reason why I gave you these, is because….. this is my gift to you, welcome to the womanhood ASHWINI….” Nivedita hugged Ashwini. He ….er……she felt her hug…..her warmth, her soft touch, her scents. There was no sexuality in that, perhaps to close friends hugging each other. “You know Ashwini, first time, when a teenage girls begins menstruation, it is celebrated by the ladies. They give her some gifts. It is to welcome her to the womanhood. It means Devi maa has blessed the soul with the ability of bearing and giving birth to a child, and the world can continue. This moment for you is nothing less, so here is a gift for you”. I ‘know’ you have used my bra for sure and panty may be…. But you see, mine were the normal ones. I am well endowed and do not need padding. I am a natural 34B and 36 in hips and with these, you are also the same. This would help me….and you to wear my stuff with comfort and carry it outside with grace and charm!! I have also lined up a lovely Punjabi suit for you.” She motioned to the bed. On the bed was a lovely deep violet – baingani colored Punjabi suit. Waiting for Ashwini……
Unknown (Thursday, 11 May 2023 19:50)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-11.html
Ashwini (Friday, 12 May 2023 07:31)
The artist and the art – part 19
Nivedita eased him into the salwar. Ashwin tied the knot and smiled sheepishly. There was no hiding his emotions now. Nothing needed. It was a one way journey to the pleasures now. He was wearing a padded bra and a salwar, with the hips flared at the right places, thanks to the branded panty. His fair smooth skin on the flat tummy, contrasted the dark violet clothing above and below. Nivedita took a quick snap of his, before Ashwin knew……”just for me, I couldn’t help. You are going to ‘turn out ‘so well. “ she smiled and then motioned him to wear the kameez.
Sisters here would understand the pleasure of wearing a kameez through the head…. Its feel, its fragrance, the way it hugs as it slides over arms, and flattens over the tummy…….. it IS an experience to behold….. and Ashwin was no exception… when the kameez stretched and fitted over his…means HER revised body contours, Ashwini was quite a sight. Nivedita led the new girl to the dressing table and fitted the wig with a lot of care.
“wow…Ashwini…. You are already a beautiful girl… see….” Seated in front of the mirror was indeed a lovely girl. Then she applied some basic foundation, and a light coat of gloss on her lips… first time, Ashwini felt the cold and moist touch of gloss on her thin light red lips. Yes…. She was born partially as a girl, with lady like features. Nivedita gave her matching clip-on ear-rings and from her drawer she drew out some glass bangles. “I guess these should be of your size…..” she picked a few and pushed them over her slender wrists… “Myy… Ashwini….. your wrists are so slender and thinner than mine. Listen how they are sounding sweet. “ yess…the clink of the glass sounded like a melody to Ashwini.
Nivedita asked Ashwini to now stand and twirl. “yessss…… that’s my Ashwini…. You look so adorable” then she made Ashwini do a cat walk along the length of the room. Nivedita recorded it on her cell phone. Both knew Ashwini was a novice, and it showed, but they also knew that ‘she’ had it inside her and she was a natural.
Nivedita observed that an hour and half had gone since they had been to her room. She asked Ashwini to sleep in her room only. “Here?? “ She questioned” Yes, here. Do not remove the clothes and the wig baby. Inhale me, my scents on the bed sheets, in the room. I am sure you will enjoy, and who knows, you would also dream of being an Ashwini in your sweet dreams tonight. “ she patted the dreamy girl on her shoulder…..and turned around to move to the MIL’s room.
Suddenly she turned around and placed a quick peck on Ashwini’s cheek. Her soft, moist inviting touch startled Ashwini… and before she knew, Nivedita smiled and left the room.
Poornima (Friday, 12 May 2023 16:23)
Wow, very nice Ashwini. Should have written about duppatta.
Payal J (Saturday, 13 May 2023 03:58)
Hi my name is Kiran. I am 20 years old slim , 5.8" tall orphan boy with my hair till my shoulders. My parents died in a car accident last year. This story starts when I completed my graduation in Economics and got a job in Mumbai as a trader in a big company. I got a very good package of 15 lacs. I came to Mumbai and joined the company. I was searching for a flat on sharing as the rent in this city is very high. After a lot of search I finally got a good place. Then I went to check it after my office. When I reached I was shocked, it was a small bunglow near the beach. When I entered I saw a young man almost of my age who greeted me in. The house was awesome. It was 3 bedroom bunglow. I immediately said yes. Talking about the owner his name was Amit, he was 22 year old, 6ft well build guy. His parents died few years back and is in MBA Final year and also takes care of his family business which is chain of restaurants.
Next day I shifted there Amit helped me with the luggage and the shifting. A year have passed and we both became very good friend I would say best friends. We connect well may be because we had no one in our family. My carrier was going well I got promoted. But suddenly one day I fell sick. I had fever for few days and was feeling very week no energy even to walk. Doctor has asked me not take any mental or physical stress for atleast 6 months. As I was not able to go to my work so after few months I had to quit my job. Amit was very supportive he asked me not to pay the rent until I am fit and get a job. Also he used to take me to doctor and made food for me. It has been 6 months and I slowly started getting little well. As I didn't get a haircut for last six months my hairs have grown till my mid back and my chest started getting big i thought it was because I have got fat. This went on like this for few months then I decided why don't I start trading for myself and earn rather than finding a job. I had a good sum of 5 cr which I got as inheritance and insurance money.
For complete story please visit https://worldofpayalstories.blogspot.com/2022/12/bf-to-gf-part-2.html?m=1
Sneha (Saturday, 13 May 2023)
Offer
Contn from 332 Comment
Kiran was in utter shock seeing me, with a smile i said did you like it. Kiran face was glowing with happiness he is trying to control his feelings but he failed totally, then i understood that this is childhood dream not because of his marriage he wants to become woman. Immediately i made kiran to sit on the sofa and went to kitchen to bring some water. I don't know what happened to me or may be because of my dress my total attitude is changed because i was unable to found glass today and daily i work here what just happened even i am not believing, Kiran came in and asked me what are doing i said i am searching for glass, he laughed and said with this dress you got men's first quality careless ness or chill attitude saying that kiran pinched on my face as a gesture of love, Generally i saw many women does to their husbands, Wait i started thinking that kiran is a natural women from inside. Kiran gave glass of water to me, i drank half of the glass water and kiran took glass and drank left over water from glass which i used, i was watching kiran curiously some way i am feeling very much excited also i have a small fear. I thought i made a mistake exposing myself in front of kiran so early i should have kept him awaited. Kiran said wait madhu i will come soon. He went to one bedroom and closed the door.
I went to hall and wrote all the benefits of becoming man of the house and problems. i see only one problem that is societal problem but kiran will have more problems than me because he has some status but for me if not this i will go to another house as a maid let me try this for some time so that i will have some memories for my old age told to my self and kept waiting for kiran. Kiran came out wearing beautiful blue sari, I was stunned seeing his sorry her beauty he is bit chubby so the sari fitted him really well with a light make up she is looking gorgeous. She stood in front of me and turned round to show her beauty she wore sari perfectly. While she rotating her sari pallu went over my head and i felt like a small kid who plays with his mother's pallu.
Madhu: Kiran why do you have all this female attire with you
Kiran: I picked all these because of thing i already told you
Madhu: Ok but you look so sexy in the sari
Kiran: with a giggling said thank you
Madhu: You wear make up and sari perfectly without any errors in sari pleats and proper eye liner
Kiran: Thank you dear
Madhu : I just don't want to continue this topic more so i cut the topic and said what's next kiran
Kiran: Wow beautiful
Madhu : What
Kiran: the way you are calling my name, you are calling like a husband baby
I started blushing hearing the word baby, Kiran came near to kept her hand over my shoulder and pinched on my cheeks saying oho my sweet baby. I said it's ok what should we do know.
Kiran: Nothing we have to live like a husband and wife for some months in my house and i will pay you good amount after this
madhu: You kiran as a husband i should get some respect and wife will play main role in the house, handling the kitchen, cleaning utensils and cleaning clothes. Do you like to handle the inner laundry of me because as a man of house, i expect my wife to do that work
Kiran: don't think to much baby i will do all that but you have to help me i will respect you.
Madhu: Thanks kiran can i have rights to touch you and punish you
Kiran: absolutely dear you are my husband
Madhu: Super darling kissed on kiran's cheek and kept hand on kiran, she was shocked with my sudden move.
Kiran i will bring some snacks to eat let's watch some movie.
Please post your comments
Sunita (Saturday, 13 May 2023 20:31)
@sneha. Atlast the next part has come. Awesome one. Keep on writing... Good one. Just make them a small marriage ceremony with her friends. Also keep some romance with them. Like a husband and wife. Good. Also please share ur email id
Akshay (Sunday, 14 May 2023 12:24)
Can you tell its is necessary to wear bra and panties for wearing ladies clothes can you explain me why.?
DDC (Sunday, 14 May 2023 12:44)
@Akshay because the tightness of the Bra and Panty reminds you every second that 'Yes i'm a woman... Have wore something special that is so tight.'
Akshay (Sunday, 14 May 2023 13:45)
Ohh Any other reason
Unknown (Sunday, 14 May 2023 20:50)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-12.html
shyam (Sunday, 14 May 2023 21:04)
sneha story is good
Shilpa (Sunday, 14 May 2023 23:04)
You are so good in stories sneha
DDC (Monday, 15 May 2023 04:59)
@Akshay... for me it gives comfort as i hv fleshy chest (Breast). moreover, after wearing bra my body shape changed into a Woman and it helps me to Pass as a woman easily after crossdressing.
Rama Maruthi (Monday, 15 May 2023 21:25)
akshay, it is necessary to wear bra for better breast outlook to attract young men
sakshi (Tuesday, 16 May 2023 01:03)
Sneha write fast
Waiting (Tuesday, 16 May 2023 08:48)
@ Nandini... still waiting or the story, its interesting
Deepu (Tuesday, 16 May 2023 12:30)
Nandhini please update your story
Unknown (Tuesday, 16 May 2023 21:36)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-13.html
No Name (Tuesday, 16 May 2023 21:48)
https://pottachidesiresintamilandenglish.blogspot.com/
Ashwini (Wednesday, 17 May 2023 08:44)
Previous post on # 368
The artist and the art – part 20
Ashwini had the best sleep for ages that night. Wearing a dress with a stuffed bra and panty, on Nivedita’s bed. Bangles clinking, whenever she would change his position….. all so heart warming for her.
The next morning, reluctantly, she ‘changed’ into Ashwin, since he had to do his chores and also the maid and nurse would be in the home. He spent time during the day, thinking of new series of sketches, and the dominant theme in his mind was girls in ethnic clothes. He couldn’t shrug off his own Ashwini image, and that got translated into his sketches.
Akshara called him, mainly as a ‘routine’ call, to know how her mother is doing, do they need money, when is the next check-up and all. Nothing about how HE is, she is missing him, is he missing her nothing. He felt that she would be more expressive in her business calls more!!
Nivedita had her online calls with the Bengaluru clients. They got busy in their own routines till the evening. While serving the dinner, Nivedita had a call….. “ Ok…. Yes….. 8 pm at your place Pallavi. “ she said after listening to the girl. Nivedita told him to prepare after dinner. “I have given some sedation to maa ji as prescribed and we would be good for almost 2 hours. “ What do I wear?” Ashwin asked. “Your usual T-shirt and pants silly. Ashwini is going to stay at home….. at least as of now” They went by her 2-wheeler for about 20 minutes to reach a shop in a quiet by-lane. She tapped his shoulder, when they reached a boutique named ‘Pallu’s Place’. “Wait here” she swiftly stepped off the back seat and pushed the close door to peep inside.
Ashwin waited there, outside, wondering why they were there, for about 10 minutes. He saw 2 young girls walking out of the boutique, giggling, each holding a bag with Pallu’s Place logo. Following them, Nivedita called him inside. Ashwin looked around . It was a boutique for ethnics and sarees. Nice, bright colors, lovely work over them, dazzling lights….. as if entering a palace lobby. “This is Pallavi, my good friend. We started interacting for NGO work, but became close friends within no time. “ Nivedita motioned towards a smiling bob cut haired lady, about the age as hers. She was in a western outfit and looked radiant despite it was end of the business hours for her boutique. She smiled and greeted him. “ Nice meeting you Ashwin. You are already more than half way ‘there’!! “ she beamed and before he was able to comprehend what she meant, she twirled around and went to the entrance, and closed it.
Once back, she stood in front of him…. Gazing him like a specimen from top to bottom. “Pallavi supplies all kinds clothing stuff to small and major firms, even to some drapery suppliers for Bollywood. So, when I was thinking about you….I mean ‘Ashwini’, first thought that came to my mind was contacting her for your blouses, cholis. You are doing good with my dresses, but a girl is incomplete without a saree. She is only ‘defined’ by a saree. Isn’t it Pallu?” “yes….you know Ashwin..er….. Ashwini…. Don’t feel ashamed. In fact enjoy the journey to womanhood. You have a great aide in Nivi. I have some ‘closet crossdresser celebrity clients’ as well’. I would like you to strip and change into the padded bra and panty, that will give you the curves over which I would take your measurements. Having spent a few years in this line, I tell you Ashwini, the ready made blouses and dresses are no match with those actually stitched to measurements ” Nivedita nodded smiling and gave me the ‘stuff’ pointing him to move to the ‘change room’, which really was a change room from Ashwin to Ashwini
Ashwini (Wednesday, 17 May 2023 11:15)
Hello sisters, I am contributing to this lovely site for a few years.
I have written a few long stories, which were very well received and are still remembered fondly by some. I am so thankful for that.
Some have even been copied and posted on other sites ( without my prior knowledge though... )
There are some stories, that I had started, but mainly because of work commitments, I couldn't pursue them and perhaps they were not well received as well, and I respect that as well.
I have a clear plot for this ongoing story in my mind. I love to detail my main characters as well as side characters, as well as build the background and the scene, the emotions (you know that already....)
Many stories around here off course have a fast developing plot and are very good in content as well.
I seek a candid feedback, should I continue the way I am doing so far, in this story like the earlier ones, or you find the pace is too slow and I should 'speed up' the plot and change my style
I want to be a contributing sister here..... whom you should enjoy reading and should bring back memories of your lovely times or give some 'inspiration and pleasure'
You may please post your valuable comments here or to save space here please mail me at purifiercore@gmail.com. Based on the 'tone' of the suggestions given by majority, I can plan my further content.
Hugs to all my sisters..... thanks for being here.......
Ashwini fan (Thursday, 18 May 2023 13:31)
You are doing fine sis...u can continue in your own pace...giving a good story and completing it is the main thing...keep doing your good job
Unknown (Thursday, 18 May 2023 21:53)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-14.html
Nandini (Thursday, 18 May 2023 23:13)
You do you Ashwini. Your stories are amazing, I am a big fan <3
Anjali (Friday, 19 May 2023 01:38)
Hi Ashwani,
Big fan of your "Hoastess to a hoastess" story. Is there any place where we can read the initial chapters?
Nandini (Saturday, 20 May 2023 16:35)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - Part 1
Recap: A traitor was caught at the walls of the city while trying to flee. He was brought to the royal court was about to be sentenced to death when the queen interrupts, suggesting another punishment. The next day, the queen with the help of ladies of the palace transform the traitor into a bride. She is escorted in a doli to the court, where the queen reveals how the traitor has been forced feminized into a woman. She is then humiliated in the court by having to scrub the feet of all ministers of the court. Then the commander of the king's army, a strong woman asks for the feminized traitor's hand for marriage. With the permission of the king, the commander marries the traitor. Now, the story continues.
*****
It's been a long day. I woke up this morning in a prison cell, as a man. As I sit here, I realize this might be the last day I woke up as a man. I might have escaped the death penalty, but they certainly killed me in a way. They killed my identity and my manly spirit. Here I sit transformed - a woman, a bride,.. a wife.
The sun has set and the stars have crept up in the sky. After the wedding, the girls took me to the women's quarters and we all ate food. The queen had made arrangements for a wholesome dinner for all the girls to celebrate my wedding. Luckily I got a few moments of respite from the heavy ghunghat. I asked if I could take off my jewelry as well, to that a lady said "Idiot, only your husband can take off your jewelry tonight." I blushed red with embarrassment and ate my dinner with the heavy nath and bangles on. Before every bite I had to lift the nath away from my lips using my left hand, so that I could eat. The nath reminded me of my bondage all the time.
After dinner, the girls took me to another room to get me ready. My hair were already long as it was customary for men in the kingdom to keep long hair tied in a turban. There was no turban for me today. Instead, the girls did a center partition on my hair and brushed them back to reveal their full length. Then they pulled the hair tight together in a bun and secured it with lots of bobby pins. It felt so weird to see my hair like that in a big bun. Dreamily I touched the bun with my fingers and it felt so feminine.
My attention went to the table in front of me and I saw loads of gajra on it. The girls picked up the long gajra strand and giggled as they came behind me to decorate my hair with it. Alerted with the realization of what's going to happen next I took a chance of talking my way out of it. Neither the queen nor the guards were here now, so it felt like a good chance of escaping. I said "Listen girls. Help me escape now and I'll reward you handsomely for it. Please, I beg you !" The girls laughed and looked at each other. One of them said "Oh I am surprised with your audacity ! But it's quite common for girls to get a cold feet before their big night. Gajra toh tumhare baalon me saj ke rahegi !" They all laughed.
Paying no attention to my offer, they inserted one end of the gajra in my bun and started rolling it over the bun. Slowly they covered the entire bun with gajra and secured it with pins. My fingers involuntarily reached behind my ears and felt my bun which felt even bigger now with the flowers. The sweet smell of gajra filled the entire room and overpowered everything. The reflection of myself in full makeup and jewelry touching my gajra with my fingers delicately - oh I looked like the epitome of feminity.
Next, the girls secured a big maangtika on my forehead. It had jewels that matched the ones in my nath. They retouched my makeup, added a extra load of lip gloss on my lips. The cherry on the cake, they pulled the ghunghat that was pinned on my shoulders while I got ready and brought it down over my face. Through its haze I saw myself, a woman decked in lehenga choli, ghunghat over her head. A girl whispered in my ear, "Come, you husband is waiting for you." She guided me by the arm as I walked towards our bedroom taking tiny steps, my payals singing a sweet melody.
Anjali (Saturday, 20 May 2023 21:05)
Nandhini, your story is really good. Please continue
Riya (Sunday, 21 May 2023 05:16)
Nandhini......great work......please continue with your beautiful story
Deepu (Sunday, 21 May 2023 05:54)
Nandhini, very nice please continue and post big chapters
Sailaja (Sunday, 21 May 2023 06:31)
Once upon a time, in a banglore, there lived a butch woman named Rhea. She was known for her striking short hair, muscular physique, and assertive personality. Despite her tough exterior, Rhea had a soft spot for her partner, a feminine transgender woman named Mira. Mira was Rhea's complete opposite, with long hair adorned with jasmine flowers and a love for traditional Indian clothing like sarees and salwars. She was also a natural submissive, finding comfort in being completely devoted to Rhea.
Rhea and Mira met at a local gym where Rhea was a bodybuilding trainer and Mira was a new member. Rhea was immediately drawn to Mira's gentle demeanor and soon found herself falling deeply in love with her. Mira was hesitant at first, having been hurt in the past, but Rhea was persistent and eventually won her over with her unwavering devotion.
As their relationship blossomed, Rhea and Mira discovered their mutual love for role-playing, with Rhea taking on the dominant "husband" role and Mira happily playing the submissive "wife." Rhea relished in the power she had over Mira, commanding her to do her bidding and taking charge in the bedroom. Mira, on the other hand, found immense pleasure in pleasing Rhea, eagerly fulfilling her every desire and reveling in her love and affection.
Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, Rhea and Mira were deeply in love and committed to each other. They navigated the challenges of being a same-sex couple in a conservative society with grace and strength, never letting anything come between them.
Every day, Rhea would come home from her job at the gym to find Mira waiting for her, dressed in a beautiful saree and adorned with jasmine flowers. They would spend their evenings together, cooking traditional Indian meals and cuddling on the couch, basking in the warmth of their love.
For Rhea and Mira, there was no greater joy than being together, and they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always be each other's rock and support. Together, they were unstoppable, a force of love and strength that could conquer anything.
Nandini (Sunday, 21 May 2023 16:57)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - Part 2
We reached the door of the bedroom. There a woman was waiting with a silver tray having a silver glass. "You took so much time getting her ready! Hukum might reach any time!" She scolded the girl who escorted me. Together they took me in bedroom. It was a huge room with a big king size bed in the middle. The bed has four wooden pillars that extended up and formed a rectangular roof of the bed. The bed was decorated beautifully with rose petals and garlands covering it like a canopy. The room was dimly lit with only a few lanterns and lamps here and there, giving the room a cozy intimate vibe.
The woman kept the silver tray and glass on the side stand next to the bed. I guess the glass had milk, as it is customary for the groom to drink for heightened libido. Ironically, it was not for me! The ladies asked me to sit. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh god, this girl doesn't know anything. Is this how you will welcome your husband on your suhaag raat ?" 'My husband' I still couldn't believe the words. The girls asked me to shift and sit on the centre of the bed. They helped me sit in the proper posture that was expected of a bride. Throughout this process I was rigid and clumpy, having a hard time coming to terms with the reality of my situation. They folded my knees and I locked my hands by holding my knees for support. The girls left and closed the door.
Here I was, in the bedroom decorated with flowers, alone, waiting for my husband. When I woke up this morning I was a man and had no idea what was going to become of me by the night. And here I was sitting on the bed wearing a lehenga choli, face covered in ghunghat. I was looking down and I could see the cleavage made by my tiny breasts going up and down as I breathed. The choli was small and tight, tied tightly with the strings at the back. They framed my man boobs well and gave me a sexy cleavage and appearance of women's breasts.
I could see very little outside my ghunghat. The anticipation of my husband's arrival was driving me nuts! My heart was beating so fast I felt it would jump out of my tight choli. With my slightest movement the nath touched my lips and sent shiver down my spine. My nostrils had started paining by this point carrying the heavy weight of the nath. It reminded me constantly of being the prisoner of nath.
My bright red fingernails along with the intricate mehendi on both my hands looked so feminine. I was lost in my thoughts watching the mehendi patterns on my hands, just then, the door opened and I heard footsteps coming in. The door closed. My heart was beating so fast I felt I was going to die. From the corner of my eye I saw the commander, my husband walking towards the bed. She came and sat at the edge of the bed.
One minute passed and it felt like an eternity. She drank the milk kept for her. Wiping her lips she approached me, shifting toward the centre of the bed. With both her hand she lifted my ghunghat and let it rest on top of my head. I was looking down, not daring to look at my husband. She held my chin with her index finger and thumb and slowly lifted my face. I felt so shy I could die with embarrassment. I still couldn't lift my eyes. From my view I saw that she was wearing a plain white kurta. What an irony ! Here the girl was dressed so simple and the boy is decked up in solah singaar!
She broke the silence "Oh my! I imagined you would look beautiful. But you have surpassed my imagination. The queen really did a number on you, didn't she ? You are beautiful beyond words, my dear wife. Any man would kill to have a wife like you. I believe I am really lucky to have found you." Saying so she approached closer.
Unknown (Sunday, 21 May 2023 21:20)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-15.html
No Name (Monday, 22 May 2023 10:45)
Please support my blog - https://pottachidesiresintamilandenglish.blogspot.com/
Customer (Monday, 22 May 2023 12:54)
Sama
H (Monday, 22 May 2023 13:36)
Nandini you are writing so good please write faster
Radhe (Monday, 22 May 2023 13:37)
Nandini please add braids in the story and more piercings
Nandini (Monday, 22 May 2023 17:23)
Prisoner of Nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - Part 3
Commander leaned in closer, her face next to my neck. She sniffed my neck and behind my ear, taking me in through her sense of smell. I got startled and I pushed myself back. "Oh i didn't mean to scare you. I was just getting to know you more 'closely'. After all, we are husband and wife now." She said.
"Please leave me. I beg you!" My voice was getting shaky "I am a man, and you are a woman. No matter how you make me dress forcefully, or how you choose to dress. The truth won't change. We can't challenge nature. You have to accept it."
Commander let out a loud laugh. It was a laugh of a person being challenged by a unworthy opponent. Without replying she just leaned ahead and pulled a string which pulled the curtains behind the bed apart. It revelead a big mirror. As if the mirror itself was the answer to the point I raised - I sat on the bed totally decked up in lehenga choli, jewelery and gajra in my hair. "Do you see a man in the reflection? " the commander asked. I was totally lost in my reflection and could not answer back.
The commander walked and stood in front of me. She towered over me like a giant. I sat in front her like a delicate flower, she could crush me in a instant if she wanted. "I promise you, by the end of tonight, you will take back your words. I will make you will feel like a complete woman. Leave that up to me." She said "But let's set some ground rules first. Going forward I will call you baiko (wife in marathi). And you will only address me as aho (husband with affection in marathi), ji, or hukkum. Never directly refer to me by my name or title. Is that understand baiko ?"
I kept staring down, scared of her towering presence. She said again, louder this time "Is that understood?"
"Ji" i managed to whisper.
"What was that ?"
"Ji, hukkum" I said more firmly this time, afraid of a retaliation.
"Good. Now face towards the mirror, while I get to know you a little better." I did as she said. Facing the mirror, looking at my reflection. She sat behind me. She pulled the ghunghat from my head and kept it on the side. She breathed a deep breath, taking the sweet smell of the gajra in my hair. She moved her finger delicately over my back which was almost entirely visible through the strings of the choli. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine.
"Ji, please !!' I begged for mercy, almost close to tears.
"Shhh." She silenced me.
Her fingers moved around my back, I moved restlessly, ticked my the sensations. She held an end of the choli and pulled it with force and the choli's knot openend ! I instantly felt my choli loosened. My eyes shot wide. She loosened the strings from back even more and I felt my choli falling away from my tiny boobs. In an attempt to save my grace, I crossed my hands over my chest and held my shoulders. This prevented the choli from falling.
"See here's my first proof that were wrong. No man would try to protect his modesty like you are doing." She said "Not only your body, but your mind will also transform into a woman." Saying so she hugged me from the back. Her embrace felt like a wild bear's. Her arms were strong and she pulled me with herself to the sleeping position. She laid on the bed and I laid on her. I felt so tiny sleeping on her, she dominated me fully. She slid her hands inside my loosened choli and fondled my breasts. As she massaged my nipples with her fingers, I let out a "Uuu" moan. At that point, she knew I was hers.
Priya (Monday, 22 May 2023 23:49)
Nandhini awesome waiting for next
Grammar (Tuesday, 23 May 2023 09:29)
Nandi
Nandini (Tuesday, 23 May 2023 17:19)
Prisoner of nath
Chapter 6 - Suhaag raat - part 4
My head rested on commander's left shoulder. Her left hand was fondling my left boob, holding it firmly and squeezing it with her iron grip. I let out soft screams, part in agony, part in pleasure. With her right hand she turned my face towards her. Her face was just a few inches above me, and for the first time I saw her eye to eye. This woman, now my husband, was basically raping me on our first night. For the first time in history, a man has been forced to become a bride and was being raped by a woman. I felt humiliated with the realization that I was that man.
Strangely, the eyes that I stared into were not of a monster's. Her eyes were deep and kind. The commander had sharp features, her boyish face framed well with the short haircut. Despite her unusual features, she looked good, dare I say she looked beautiful. Or handsome. Something in between. She had a bold, confident aura about her. She knew what she was doing.
I was lost in her eyes, when she gradually pulled me towards her by closing her shoulders. Before I knew it her lips were on mine. She kissed me delicately first. Just tasting my lower lip. I was a statue at the start, just too scared to react. But as she eased me with the kissing, I felt the tension in my body fade away. I kissed back. Slowly at the start, and then we kissed intensely, passionately. As we kissed, my muscles relaxed. I was no longer fighting and resisting my husband. I was liking being held in her strong arms and kissed so passionately.
As I became free, I became more aware of the sensations throughout my body. The kisses felt so buttery and tasted so good because of my lip gloss. While we kissed, the nath pressed more tightly to my nose because of my husband's lips. With every movement the nath slided across my cheeks and upper lips, a constant delicate sensation. Its tiny bells made a soft sound with every movement. My long dangling jhumkas tugged at my ears. They made a sweet jiggling sound with the slightest movement. My hair was pulled back tightly into a bun, which was circled with gajra. The intoxicating smell of jasmine flowers heightened our escatcy. My choker necklace held my neck tight, almost like shackles of a prisoner. When I moved my hands the glass bangles chimed their tunes. My dark red nailpaint shined in the dim light.
The soft fabric of the ghagra felt like feathers rubbing against my legs. When I moved my legs my payals sang a song. Never before in my life had I felt so sensual. My brain was exploding with all the sensory stimulation. Judging my comfort, commander eased her hand into my lehenga. Before i could process what was happening, she was stroking my erect member. I was hard with all the kissing and sensory overload. She had fulfilled her promise - she had turned me into her delicate beautiful wife. I was totally in her control. But the good side was, I felt safe in her arms. I felt no one could exploit me further as long as she protected me. And i was grateful for that.
She was now gently pinching and pulling my nipples with her left hand, her fingers circling around my nipples and teasing. With her right hand she continued stroking my dick faster. She went for a french kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth, and moved it around, playing with my tongue. At that moment, she had total domination over me and I came like never before. I came with all my life, my semen bursting into her right hand and my ghagra. Waves of pleasure travelled through me and the world melted away.
Unknown (Tuesday, 23 May 2023 20:23)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/05/a-lot-of-changes-16.html
Priya (Tuesday, 23 May 2023 23:41)
Waiting for next update Nandu
To nandini (Wednesday, 24 May 2023 00:43)
THe plot is coming out actually nicer now... please continue
Maapi (Wednesday, 24 May 2023 11:26)
Nandini superb story. One of the best after a long time. Pls continue.
Deepu (Wednesday, 24 May 2023 11:34)
Very nice story Nandini
Sailaja (Wednesday, 24 May 2023 12:34)
Sagarika for her girlfriend and they both talk about their future together. The husband, on the other hand, is struggling to come to terms with the fact that his wife has changed so drastically. He feels humiliated and embarrassed by the situation.
It all started a decade ago when the couple got married. They were both young and in love. The wife was a traditional Indian housewife who took care of the household while the husband worked as a software engineer. They had their share of ups and downs but they were happy together.
However, as the years went by, the wife started to feel that something was missing in her life. She had always been attracted to women, but she had never acted on her feelings. It wasn't until she met a woman who she fell in love with that she realized that she was transgender and wanted to become a man.
At first, the husband was supportive of his wife's decision. He loved her and wanted her to be happy. But as she started to transition, he began to feel uncomfortable. He didn't know how to deal with the fact that his wife was becoming a man and was attracted to women. He felt like he was losing his wife and it was too much for him to handle.
The wife, now husband, started dating a woman and they fell in love. They talked about getting married and starting a life together. The husband was invited to the wedding and he went, but he felt out of place. He saw his ex-wife, now a man, romancing his girlfriend in front of him and it was too much for him to handle.
The husband tried to talk to his ex-wife about his feelings, but she didn't understand. She was happy in her new life and didn't want to go back to being a woman. The husband felt humiliated and embarrassed by the situation. He didn't know how to deal with it and he started to distance himself from his ex-wife.
The wife, now husband, continued to bring jasmine flowers for his girlfriend and they talked about their future together. They were happy and in love, but the husband couldn't get over the fact that his ex-wife was now a man and was about to marry a woman. He felt like he had lost everything and he didn't know how to move on.
Years went by and the husband tried to move on with his life. He got remarried and had children, but he could never forget about his ex-wife. He wondered how she was doing and if she was happy. He never spoke to her again, but he always thought about her.
In the end, the husband realized that he couldn't change the past and he couldn't change his ex-wife. He had to accept her for who she was and move on with his own life. He learned to let go of the humiliation and embarrassment he felt and he focused on his own happiness. He realized that life was too short to hold onto grudges and he decided to live his life to the fullest.
little mister 1 (Thursday, 25 May 2023 02:01)
ali - 20 / me
neha - 21 / my elder sister
ramya - 21 / neha's best friend
we were having food at dining table
mom/m: wow neha, ramya has changed a lot, hadn't seen her for last 5 years..
neha/n: yes amma lucky her dad got transferred back to our place again, I missed her a lot..
ali/a: ya, I miss her too..
suddenly mom and neha turned towards me..
a: I mean me, and neha used to have fun playing games..
neha smiled and turned back, she knows that I used to like her a lot.
n: ya, ya, he is right ma, those days were so good..
m: oh, neha, that's great, I can't imagine she becoming that tall..
n: of course ma, she is the college team's basketball captain..
I laughed hearing them talk about sports.. my sister never played a sport..
m: what is so funny mister...
a: nothing ma, neha is talking about sports, and you are praising her height, like what, is she 6 foot, haha..
mom was about to say something..
I heard a voice from behind.. "yes you are right sweetie, I am 6"
wait, did someone call me sweetie.., not even my mom calls it..
I turned back, there she was, my ramya, her beauty was unchanged..
m: see, you din't believe when I said, look yourself now.. mom told me..
I was embarassed, she was almost looked a foot taller than me.. I turned my face down to eat again..
r: sorry neha, I forgot my handbag, I gotta run bye.. she grabbed the handbag from sofa and went out.. I didn't think she seen me clearly..
a: when did she came ma..
m: ohh you must have been busy messing around outside, she was here a while ago...
n: ohh shoot..
m: what happened..
n: I forgot to ask that lipstick..
m: yeah, you told me you want it for the function this evening..
n: yeah ma, let me go, she must have not gone too far..
m: wait, ali, looks like you are done..
a: yes, ma, just finished.. as I burped..
she sent me out, I didn't want to miss another chance to talk to my old crush again.. her beautiful eyes are still stuck in my mind.. and her whole picture in the new look leggings, top, and neatly combed and french braided hair appeared again infront of me..
without any delay, I stepped on the street forgetting about my appearance..
I walked towards ramya who was far away..
I ran before she gets much further.. and finally called her.. "ramya, ramya"
she turned abruptly and her braid hurled on to her shoulder gracefully.. while I was lost in her beauty.. " yes sweetie, what happened"
wait, no one calls me sweetie, not even my mom, why is she calling me such weird name and talking like a stranger.. I wanted to say..
a: "ramya, can you give lipstick to me, I mean for neha, I mean for akka"
r: of course sweetie, you can use it too.., and you can call me akka too, you know..
what... in the hell... call my crush akka.. and what is she saying, use it..
a: why will I use it..
r: ohh yes my bad, forgot you are a little girl, you can use it when you become big like neha akka..
ohh god.. what is she talking, I scratched my head.. to realize my huge hair bun..., fucking huge hair bun I've been growing for past 5 years, right after she left..
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/83/a5/19/83a5191c47b4925599325a3e187cf585.jpg
r: by the way what is your name little girl, she bent towards me..
tears rolled in my eyes..
little mister 2 (Thursday, 25 May 2023 02:27)
I got the gist of how she's seeing me right now in pyjamas and hair bun, but I grabbed all courage to say "Aaali...."
r: Alia, wait a minute, yes, you are one of the cousins, I wonder where Ali is, you look a lot like him..
I was furious, alia, what...
a: Hey ramya, I am not alia..... she didn't hear, she cut me off as she got a phone call.. picked it up and talking..
a: ramya...
r: shh..
a: ramya... I said furiously again..
r: shh.. she shusshed me and turned around talking to somebody on phone.. " yes baby, ya, I am coming baby"
I was fedup, I wanted to show who I am, how dare she think I am a little girl, I saw her thick braid and pulled it.. as she turned her back towards me..
r: Auch, ahh...
[In phone : "what happened baby" ]
r: give me one minute baby (and she kept her phone on mute)
she turned angrily towards me..
I gave an angry look at her, and said "whom are you talking to idiot, can't you listen to me.."
that would be the one of worst timing and choice of words in my life..
THAP, THAP, THAP.. "YOU TINY BITCH, what's wrong with you".. before I could realize anything my cheeks were red, and my bun was in her hand 'please leave me, ah, please leave me' were the only words I could say, with her most painful grip of my hair.. with that, she continued talking on phone..
luckily I got rid of her grip, all my hair has fallen loose, before she could react, I ran away from her.. I tried making a bun again.. but could not find my hair tie, and without thinking anything I ran into my room. I don't know what happened to me, I am a 20 year old man, lying on my bed, head down on the pillow, I could feel my long loose hair irritating me with my already sweaty body..
shyam (Thursday, 25 May 2023 08:49)
Sailaja ur story is good if the husband is also transforming then i feel more good
malarvizhi (Thursday, 25 May 2023 10:23)
hi, little mister story written by pooja sweetie ?
Kotesh (Friday, 26 May 2023 10:12)
Hi my name is sravan I work as a professor in engineering College but I am look like a teenager so I am taking a new class to new joining engineering students when I entered to the class they thought I am also a student and told to sit in the bench then I told I am professor the students shocked by listening this.the students told you are looking like a teenager student I told it is genetic problem and I taken class. Later I became telling the subject to the students and the students became close to us.so one day I went to outside for market suddenly there is heavy rain will coming so I go to one near house for not wet suddenly my student snehitha come outside and see me and told this is my house please come to my home told so I went to their house. In that house snehitha mother and snehitha both are only living her father work in out of state.snehitha brought towel and given to me I used the towel to become dry but my clothes are fully wett then snehitha mother told your clothes became full wet if you stay like this you will get fever I told what can I do then snehitha mother thick and told your height and weight same as snehitha so wear one of snehitha dress.i told how I wear I am a man and she is a teenager.then snehitha mother told no problem both height and weight are same you can wear snehitha dress it will fit you properly.so then I think and told ok then snehitha mother told to snehitha bring your dress. Then snehitha went to her room and bring one leggings and skirt I went to room and wear that dress and come outside suddenly snehitha mother and snehitha shocked by seeing me in that dress.because I used to do clean save every day and I have long hair. In that dress I looking like a 16 year old girl.snehitha mother told me you are so beautiful in this dress suddenly the door bell ring and snehitha open the door their is a lady come with their daughter and invite function at home today night snehitha mother told to lady they will come suddenly the lady see me and told me who is this girl and remember that snehitha Cosine come to their home so the lady ask you are the cousin of snehitha and you are studying inter 1 St year and ask how is your eamcet preparation and her daughter also 1 St year student so we both read for eamcet exam suddenly I shock wt is she saying
Customer (Friday, 26 May 2023 13:39)
Don't know everyone was concerned about me to learn to be the best place for form20
Bebo (Friday, 26 May 2023 14:20)
Kotesh nice story continue
little mister 3 (Friday, 26 May 2023 15:35)
I don't know, I felt like crying and even the pillow was a little wet..
I got up after some time, only to face my annoyingly long hair in the mirror, I usually make bun, often without seeing..
but now, after watching myself properly, I could see why ramya was not completely wrong.. with my almost invisible facial hair..
I was okay with it for more than 5 years, to respect my mom's vow to pass exams, which I didn't do it yet..
but I forgot how I accepted myself with this hair and all, I think it's time now to fix this..
first, I will get a haircut soon, before even facing my crush ramya again...
I turned towards my back, to go to mom, but I got a peek from back, how my hair was so beautiful.. as if looking at a beautiful girl's back..
then I said to myself "YOU STUPID, your are MAN get rid of it now, or you'll be humiliated by ramya like today"
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1d/a5/05/1da50542b171b0f7b1db57c0c67ffb29.jpg
I went to mom
a: Mom..
m: Yes mister...
a: Mom, can I get a haircut..
m: of course mister, your hair your wish..
a: what, really... I could not believe what she said..
m: yeah, I think you could use a trim..
ohh no, I know where this is going..
a: no mom, not trim, can I cut it like boys..
she turned towards me with big eyes..
m: what do you mean boys cut, you are a boy, right ?...
a: YEAH I am..
m: then what is the problem mister, or did you forget about the vow...
a: no mom, I know about the vow, but can I still get it..
m: ohh you don't have brain do you, atleast you are cute... and she pinched my cheeks..
a: MOM, I am serious, this hair is too long for a boy, I will get a crew cut..
as I pointed to the length of my hair which is until my butt, turning behind...
m: now you really lost it, no way you are going to cut it all without completing the vow..
a: ohh yeah, we'll see..
THAP THAP.. two slaps on both sides..
m: nothing to see, shut the hell up, and complete the vow, if you are such a MAN or BOY..
I was seeing angrily at her..
m: WHAT, go make a bun out of it, or else I will give you spankings..
I was still looking at ther angirly..
m: don't you understand little mister, or I will give you spanking right away, you are behaving like a little boy..
little mister 4 (Friday, 26 May 2023 16:23)
"Alright, Alright, I will not cut it" I walked away shell shocked at her reaction, never thought she would react that aggressively.. but thinking again, how do I face ramya again like this... I looked myself at the mirror again..
"did you make the bun" I heard mom shouting..
"no mom, I cannot find my black hair tie"
"try looking into the tray, use anything in there"
I opened the tray.. found a few girly scrunchies my sister uses..
https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/9b4bba86-8ffe-4890-a234-df8575e25542.2d70b68b4e57d61f626dbbb129e010d8.jpeg?odnHeight=612&odnWidth=612&odnBg=FFFFFF
as I was looking there, I realized.. " how would I manage when ramya visits again, given I have atleast few days time to attempt my exams again this year before I could get a boy's hair cut"
and I did something which I know I would regret later, I took the pink scrunchie out of the tray, looked down, and instead of reaching out to my comb, I took my sisters hair brush, after stroking my hair with it, I've made a high ponytail like how my sister does...
there it is, I got the idea.. " I should hide my identity to Ramya, I might have to be Alia, until I clear the exams" and then I could reveal my manly self to her..
with that, I had made another loop of the scrunchie and tightened my ponytail.. I couldn't believe my eyes, what a small scrunchie could do to me, I helplessly shaked my head sideways, as I see the amazing ponytail swing to each side... and unknowingly pulled all the hair on to my shoulder and started to brush the rest of the ponytail...
Which is when my mom walked in..
m: wow, so you finally paid heed to my words..
I don't know I came to my senses, and my boy nature throwed the brush away..
m: ohh ali, is this what you were concerned with, were you afraid to flaunt your wonderful locks, I am so sorry I got angry..
a: no I don't want to do it... and I wanted to remove it embarassed I tried to remove the scrunchie...
m: do what sweetie, you look so pretty, just like me in younger days..
a: that is what mom, I don't want to look like a girl..
m: of course you can remove it if you fulfill the vow..
I had taken the vow so lightly, but now how ramya treated me I would no longer want to be like this..
a: but, but..
m: nothing...
she came near me, stopped me from removing the ponytail..
m: turn around...
a: I am doing just so it is comfortable, but I don't want eveyone to think I am a girl..
I lied, I just want to hide my identity as ali..
m: ohh of course sweetie..
she infact removed the ponytail, and started doing something else..
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f5/81/c0/f581c061ab91b834476aca1fc58e162b.jpg
m: see, isn't this more comfortable...
and she placed the braid on my shoulder..
a: but mom...
m: ohh you look so pretty my dear ali, is this comfortable than that, you can remove if it is not..
there it is, staring at the mirror, I could not find a hint of the male ali 5 years ago with crew cut..
little mister 5 (Sunday, 28 May 2023 15:29)
next day after shower, I came out, I found something on the bed..
mom walked into the room..
I was in towel and braid up in a bun..
m: ohh ali, you've done taking bath, nice, I have put these for you..
a: what are these..
m: I remember you saying your jeans were tight..
a: yes..
m: so I got you something..
a: ohh new jeans..
m: no, I thought neha akka (big sister) is little bigger than you, you could use hers, it will be comfortable..
a: but mom, akka's, really?
m: just try it, before we go shopping again for new clothes for you..
I reluctantly took something that looked like a tshirt.. hopelessly seeing it..
a: mom, it's pinkkkk, mom..
m: ohh mister, come on, what do you know about colors, its not even pink, wear it already..
she grabbed it from my hand..
m: put your hands up..
a: I can wear it mom, give it to me..
m: HANDS, UP, NOW, .. in a serious tone, for which I abided, and she put it on me..
m: isn't it comfortable..
a: let me look in mirror..
m: don't see, FEEL IT..
a: feel what?
m: Feel it like how you felt this.. and she removed the clip, and my braid rolled down..
It felt okay so I told her..
a: feels okay...
m: that's an improvement, now wear this as well and come to hall I will do the braid.. as she pointed to the other garment on the bed..
a: why braid again..
m: ohh you are new to this ali, we braid everyday so it is not loose and ugly, do you want to look ugly?..
a: uhh no..
m: okay, then carry on...
I took the garment on the bed, I have never seen a jeans with this texture..
I removed it, and was in awe.. wait a minute, this is a SKIRT..
a: MOMM..
m: what is it now mister..
a: why did you give a skirt..
m: Ohh sweetie, come here.. she walked me up to the mirror..
turned me towards the mirror.. grabbed my braid from behind and put it on my shoulder..
that long thick braid on my shoulder sent some weird sensations in my body..
m: see, I see how comfortable you feel in braid, same applies to this, I gave you this so you will feel comfortable, not to make you girly or anything, understand..
my brain could understand what she is saying, buy my hand inadvertently went on to the braid and I was smothering it.. as I realized it..
m: okay, now I see I don't need to explain more, wear it come out now..
I came to my senses and wore it, thinking, somehow mom is aligning to my idea without knowing.. my idea to hide my identity to ramya until I finish my vow..
little mister 6 (Sunday, 28 May 2023 16:28)
I sat in front of mom, as she ordered, she asked me to switch on tv as well, for her to watch some news..
she loosened my braid, there were some arsennel around, hair oil, comb, big tooth comb, some weird looking paper clips https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71TRFHElh6L._AC_UF1000,1000_QL80_.jpg, and hair ties..
a: mom why do you have all this here..
m: shh, stop talking and let me do my work here..
a: okay...
she started oiling my hair, then brushing/combing it for few minutes, the feeling wasn't like anything I felt in a long time..
then she split my hair into two sides, and started brushing it more finely for few more minutes..
I somehow felt so relaxed...
m: ohh, how did I forget them..
a: what..
m: I forgot scrunchies, please be a sweetie and go bring it from the room..
a: mom, don't call me sweetie like a little kid, I am 20...
m: okay I see, mister, go and bring it now then..
I went to the room, and took the box of scrunchies..
but my reflection caught me.. in my sister's top, skirt, all my hair split into two on front of me, I have never seen my hair like this, oily shining, long, voluminous, parted in the middle with perfection, infact it looked better than neha akka's hair.. I don't know why but I proudly grabbed the whole bunch of hair from one side and swinged it back.. I did it for the other side as well..
I came outside with the box...
m: haha, haha.. smiling slowly with a hand on her mouth..
ohh shit....
m: mister, I have never seen even neha embrace her hair so proudly, haha..
a: but mom, mom..
m : I have seen it all, and you shouldn't have done that, I splitted it for a reason, and now you messed it up..
I turned my head down in embarrassment, but feeling now, what am I becoming infront of mom just to impress my crush..
a: I am sorry, do it again, if you want.. I told in a manly tone..
m: ohh, mister watch your tone, it doesn't suit you, let me continue with what am I doing then..
a: what??.. she shusshed me..
a few minutes later while I was absorbed by tv.. I realized a braid in front of me, but if thinner than yesterday..
a: ohh done, let me go.. I was about to get up,
a: auch, ahh...
m: where are you going, I am only half done..
a: what do you mean.. I pointed at the braid on my left side..
m: ohh son, you are not only immature, you are also stupid and naive, that is why I am doing two braids son..
what, like little girls..
a: mom, I want single braid...
m: oh song, I will when you act maturely like neha akka, until then I will make you two braids, understand..
a: but mom..
m: heyyy, stop, see I just told, you are still arguing like an immature, so I will make it no matter what, if you don't stop, be prepared to taste some spanking..
a: spanking??..
m: yes spanking, been a long time isn't it..
yes, she never even hit me after 10..
I sat silently after hearing this..
after realizing the two braids on my shoulders with scrunchies
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0280/2499/5923/products/CD6917B7-30CD-4380-85EB-D7ECDB696AF8_2000x.jpg?v=1615668722
a: can I go now..
m: wait, give me those bobby pins,..
a: you mean the paper clips, why??
m: ohh sweetie, you are so innocent, ohh god, atleast you have given neha the brains, thank you..
m: ali sweetie, give that paper clips, haha..
I gave them.. she inserted two on each side, the hair feels comfortable after this..
m: ohh looks like you like it, I am not wrong then, you look pretty in two braids sweetie.. she kissed on my fore head..
as I hold two braids with two hands and her doing it, I have never felt such warmth of love from my mom, I don't know why I said, but I said "thanks mommy, I love the braids"
" I mean mom"
m: It's okay sweetie, come on here.. she pulled me up and made me sit on her lap.. and pinched my cheeks and kissed me on my cheek.
m: I feel like my little neha is back from 10 years ago..
NEHA, wait that word triggered me, where is she even, didn't see since yesterday... but immediately I heard the voice..
N: Ali....
ohh there she is, coming out of the study room, with both hands on her mouth...
I immediately got up from mom' lap.. but mom was holding my hand before I could go away..
little sister 7 (Monday, 29 May 2023 02:52)
neha akka's (big sis) reaction triggered my male instinct, I pulled my hand hard from mom's grip..
m: ahh, watch it son..
neha with big Awe on her face.. came near me before I could get away..
n: hey there little sister..
m: NEHA.. with stern voice..
n: I mean little mister, you look chooo cuuuutee..
she got a phone call..
n: ya, ya, I am starting in a few mins..
m: where are you going neha..
n: for basket ball maa, ramya called me..
she got ready within few mins, she came out of the room in shorts, tshirt, and her hair was in french braided ponytail..
m: ohh so fast, my girl is so fast...
n: thanks ma, I miss playing basketball, with ramya here I can go again..
m: ofcourse neha, I remember you three used to hang out, ali can join you as well..
a: what, like this??
neha came closer to me,
n: why, is my little sister, I mean little mister worried his braids will be spoiled..
and she came and hold both my braids with both her hands.
m: ya, you should go ali..
a: but mom, I want to stay home..
n: see mom, didn't I tell you, she wants to be my little sister, not mister, she wants to do house chores, and watch serials with you, isn't that right, you want to be like mommy little sister..
a: heyy, don't call me your sister, I will come.. I said strongly..
n: alright then.. she said sneakily
mom was smiling that my sister tricked me.. atleast not many knows me in this area, as we recently moved at this rental house..
we left the house, to basketball court..
after we reached there...
we see ramya was already there, she was adjusting her white headband, and making a ponytail with her chest lenght hair, she looked so hot in that sports wear..
n: ali, ali..
I suddenly snapped out..
n: what are you gawking at, ali..
a: nothing, nothing..
n: you pervert, don't look at my friend like that, and embarrass me..
a: I am not seeing like that..
n: don't act, I know you used to like her..
I felt shy, and unknowingly started brushing my braid with my hands..
a: I don't know akka, she looks beautiful today in that hairstyle, and purple matches her skintone.. wait, what am I doing.. shit..
n: haha, wait a minute, I take my words back, you are acting like one of us..
ramya walked towards us..
r: hi babe, you are right on time.. and she hugged neha akka.. and neha hugged back..
r: ohh neha you bought her as well, thank god...
she came near me, she was towering over me, so she bent towards me,
r: so sorry for yesterday dear, my boyfriend is so stupid, he keeps calling me, and I get anxiety when he calls..
I awkwardly hugged her, but MAN, what a sensation when she hugged, her perfect bosoms, I was at loss of words..
r: once again so sorry about yesterday alia, but anyways looks like you got cleaned up pretty well, such beautiful braids..
I could only reply 'thank you'
r: I so envy them, we used to have such healthy braids when we were little, right neha?..
neha akka was watching in shock.. and what is she thinking, calling me little I was just 1 year younger to her..
n: ya, ya, they are starting the game, you go, I will come..
r: alright babe, come fast, next time get alia ready as well, she can learn a lot from us..
neha looking seriously at me..
n: of course Ramya, of course, let me get HER ready next time, so ALIA can play and be one of us, isn't it right, ALIA... she said angrily stressing my name..
my anxiety went up.. as ramya left, neha akka dragged me to corner..
n: what is going on ALIA..
a: don't call me that neha akka..
n: ohh, now you have problem, and not when ramya calls you..
a: she is just making fun, may be because I have braids.. I tried to cover..
Little mister 7 (Monday, 29 May 2023 02:53)
n: doesn't look like it, are you going to tell what's up, or should I..
a: true, she is making fun.... ahh ahhh, ahhh....
she started twisting my ear...
a: ahh, ahh..
n: then tell me the truth..
I explained everything,
n: haha.. (she left my ear).. so does mom know, is that why she got you ready like this..
a: no, she was thinking I need comfortable clothes and hairstyle..
n: ohh my sneaky little sister..
a: don't call me little, I am just an year younger..
n: no sweetie, I am calling because you are little little..
she stood beside me, and comparing our heights.. I was just upto her chest..
a: but I am just a year younger..
n: ohh sweetie, you are wearing my 5th grade dress, now be a good LITTLE GIRL, and sit quietly okay.. and she lifted me and sat me on one of the high walls on the side of the court..
before I could say anything she went away, I felt sad, seems like they grown a lot for past 5 years and I remained the same, I still not even passed the grade..
Little mister 8 (Monday, 29 May 2023 23:31)
after sometime, ramya and neha are walking towards me, high-fiving..
a: ohh nice, you finished the game, can we go home neha akka..
r: aww sweetie, your neha akka and me have to finish the game, it is just half time..
I was disappointed..
r: ohh sweetie, don't be sad, come with me.. she lifted me to put me down..
a: heyy I can get down...
r: its okay sweetheart, I am also like your akka..
a: but..
n: yeah alia, say thanks to ramya akka..
I seen angrily at her, making me call my crush akka, I know I am alia now, but I don't want to call her that many time..
a: will you stop neha, you all are just one year ol...
r: heyy alia, is that how you respect elders.. she slapped on my shoulders..
a: okay, okay, neha akka..
r: okay come let's go, I will show you something interesting to do while we play here, you seem to be bored..
n: nice ramya, take him, I mean her away.. (ohh shit)
we walked out of the court, it seemed like a kids park.. and I see some school girls playing..
r: see, you can play with them, while we finish the game..
a: what should I play..
she bent down near me.."look they are playing hop scotct/thokkudu billa, doesn't that look fun"
a: what, no wayy..
r: it's okay sweetie, you don't have to be scared, look..
a girl came walking near us..
r: hey, can you allow my little sister to play with you..
holy shit, that was a humiliating experience, that girls made me play that stupid girl's game..
however it was done, they made me play multiple games, I was walking back to neha akka, they were packing..
n: ohh sweetie, you are right on time, you look sweaty, here use this towel..
she handed me a pink towel..
a: heyy, don't you have any other towel..
she came closer, 'shut up and take it idiot, do you want me to tell her that you are ali?'
'what, no, no, I will take it', she said 'good boy, I mean, good girl', seems like alia is perfect name for you, 'heyy I will kill you' I whispered.. 'haha, you dare touch me little sister'.. 'ughhh' I saw at her angrily..
r: what are you sisters fighting..
n: ohh nohing, she is just naughty..
'hey alia, hey alia'
a: what.. I turned towards the girl kavya I played hopscotch with..
k: here is your prize alia..
she handed me a rose.. I couldn't say no..
r: ooh for what..
k: she won the game, even though she is playing for first time..
n: yes kavya, my little sister is a quick learner..
I turned angrily towards neha, and looking for a pocket to keep the rose..
k: ohh you are a stupid little girl alia, here give me.. she grabbed the rose from my hand, and turned me around..
holy fuck, she inserted that rose in my right side braid..
r: aww, looking so pretty sweetie say thank you to kavya akka..
I complied reluctantly..
n: thank you kavya, how old are you..
k: I am 15 akka, I am the oldest of all girls there,
fuck, she is 5 years younger than me, and calling me little girl..
n: nice, you are like the leader of all..
kavya shyly said, "hehe, kind of, but looks like we got a good addition, heyy I am talking about you little girl, where are looking"
a: auch.. she pulled my braid..
a: okay kavya akka, I mean kavya..
wait why did I call her akka..
k: it's okay little girl, I am also like your akka.. and she pinched my cheek..
ahh man, she is thinking she is elder to me..
Person (Friday, 02 June 2023 02:17)
Husband to girlfriend
https://youtu.be/e7pncdO3-t8
Every year there was a private party conducted only for women. My wife attended all of it. I too was just curious to know what is happening inside that party but, whenever I ask wife she just skips the part what happened inside. So this year whithout the knowledge of my i planed to go to that party. It was my female who helped me to learn the basics of being a women. In 3 weeks i learnt all the skills including applying my own makeup and matching best skirts and dresses.
The party was amazing and I loved it. But after the party i confessed my about this and she too was amazed to see me in a girly attire .
Nowadays whenever weekend comes me and my wife hangout as two girlfriends and make Instagram reels and spend the day as two beautiful girls.
https://youtu.be/e7pncdO3-t8
Person (Saturday, 03 June 2023 09:56)
Recession problem
https://youtu.be/FYDJob4Zy4o
I was a tech guy and was very successful in my field, but due to recession and development of advanced AI technology, so many people like me lost their job. My girlfriend worked as a makeup artist in local mall. It has been 6 months and still I didn't received any update on jobs that I have applying. While I was in my house doing nothing my girlfriend came to my home and informed about this crazy Halloween party, where the theme was gender reversal. At starting i didn't considered this to be a good idea. But when she told me that winner will be awarded with huge amount and they will also provide job opportunities if required for the winner. I thought of giving it a try. My girlfriend took me to her saloon and gave me complete makeover. Since I had long hair it was easy for her to style my hair in different ways.
https://youtu.be/FYDJob4Zy4o
Me and my girlfriend won the Halloween contest and I received a job in a big restaurant as a dancer.
Starting i didn't like it much, but as days passed i too started to enjoy dressing up in female attire and recieved handful of tips from customers.
Even today me and my girlfriend make love as two girlfriends, since it gives more pleasure than being a guy.
https://youtu.be/FYDJob4Zy4o
Brunda (Saturday, 03 June 2023 22:10)
Challenge to Dancer
https://youtu.be/YOHbhiXeAVY
I am a male dancer, i have been performing in various TV shows, movies and events. One day I received an offer from a company that they are searching for a female dancer for their team. Suddenly I got confused and thought how could they possibly make this kind of mistake. After reading their full offer letter only I came to know that, they want to transform a boy to girl and show the world that even men are better dancers than women. I was curious and accepted the offer because it was like a new thrilling adventure and challenge to me since I never wore girls dresses.
https://youtu.be/YOHbhiXeAVY
After my transformation even my parents and girlfriend was not able to recognise me.
Person (Tuesday, 06 June 2023 08:28)
Me and my Roommate
https://youtu.be/AFhuvskLaYQ
Me and my friend stay in a rented room. We both are Software Engineers. Our work was mostly hybrid, so only 2 days we have to go to the office. One day while cleaning the wardrobe I got a photo of a girl around 15-16 years of age.
When I asked about it, he told, when he was kid his mother used to dress him as a girl since his parents had only one child, his mother always longed for one daughter. And his mother used to take him outside in girls attire only. But the fact was he never argued or never complained anything about it. He always liked when he wore girls dresses. When I listened to his story I also got the urge to wear girls clothes. So I told him why not we dress as girls today since we have no work. He told that's a good idea and we both ordered required things to make ourselves pretty. After complete makeover we both were cute girls who were waiting for their boyfriend to come and pick them.
https://youtu.be/AFhuvskLaYQ
So even today we both hangout as pretty girls and enjoy our work from home time
Bhavana (Thursday, 08 June 2023 08:59)
College Admission
https://youtu.be/lDqVQKJ-rB8
It was the only possible way for me to get into a medical college. I never thought this day would come. After passing my intermediate i applied for many medical colleges, but most of them sent rejection mails to me since I had less grade in intermediate. One day one of my senior suggested that there are more seats in their college but those seats are reserved only for girls since they had only few number of girl students. Starting i didn't understood whatever my senior was saying. Then I understood that my senior wants me to get admission in that college as a girl. I was eagerly ready to do whatever it takes to join the college. So when I informed this news to my parents they were very supportive, they told me that they will support whatever I chose. So my feminization started. I started wearing lehenga, long skirts, half sarees in home.
https://youtu.be/lDqVQKJ-rB8
I even double pierced my ear and my mother suggested to pierce my nose also. I even started wearing bangles in each hand and anklets which made me so girly. I even started going outside of the house to get comfortable in girly mode. I thought whatever is necessary i will do it. To get into girly personality my mother suggested me to join Bharatanatyam class. With full grace i learned all the things. During admission day I was totally a perfect looking girl and even my documents were modified to my girly name. I was so happy that I got admission to a reputed college.
Bhavana (Friday, 09 June 2023 11:06)
Husband to housewife
https://youtu.be/MuhbGtDn7xU
Me and my wife were playing chess. That's when I told her that if I win all the three sets she has to be my sexy maid for two weeks. She thought for one minute and said, she will accept the challenge but she has one condition. If she wins i have to be the housewife for one week. I was confident that I will win because I played in district chess tournaments. But I had this urge to dressup as a housewife once in my lifetime. So when the game started I intentionally lost all the matches. I was so much happy inside but I didn't express anything. She was very happy and said I won the game and it's your time to become a full time housewife for atleast 1 month. I made a sad face. She said so let's get started. She ordered all the things through online. She called her friend who was a makeup artist. Her friend did a wonderful job on me. She added hair extensions and made a single braid out of my hair. She added flowers to my hair. After full makeover she dressed me in beautiful cotton saree. I was totally shy and my head was down all the time. My wife told from now on you are the housewife and do all the chores in the house. With full embarrassment I said ok and ran to my room.
https://youtu.be/MuhbGtDn7xU
Day by day my wife increased my feminization and I loved wearing sarees, long skirts and the half sarees. I started wearing all the gold jewellery that my wife had.
Sneha (Sunday, 11 June 2023 03:44)
Weekend Family
Myself Kiran and i run a small consultancy to improve peoples life, Today i got a call and lady asked to meet in person on Saturday. She didn't gave any chance to speak and hearing her voice i understood she is strong and powerful lady. After she cuts the calls i got a location and time where and when i should go on Saturday. I went to that place on saturday it's a very big house and cannot see any human being near by to this house. I rang the door bell one girl opened the door and with a pleasant smile she wished me good morning and invited me inside, She told me to have a seat and asked for water. I said okay she went to bring the water the girl looks like she in early 20's and wearing ultra modern clothes, she is wearing tube top and short. She gave me water and said i will go and tell Mumma about your arrival. I just observes her walking like a small girl she is climbing the steps and her steps resembling some dance moves, she is pretty for sure but this innocence making her cute and this is the way kids has to be but now a days kids are more than elders.
I heard a strong foot steps sound she is walking so firmly and sturdy, she dressed in a sari and that pretty girl holding this women's sari pallu on the back which claims she is the mother. She came and sat on the sofa and asked me to sit and kept one NDA form this is the first time i see this kind of arrangement with my clients but any way i keep my client every details as a secret so i signed the contract. She took the contract and gave the girl contract and told sweet heart keep it in mumma's table. Girl said ok mumma and left from their. She introduced her as madhu and started saying about them, The girl i saw first was not a daughter actually she is the mother and the lady sat before me was daughter. I said fascinating please tell she also gained more interest and said i like to control and she like to play so every weekend we will take different roles but ever time i will be the elder she will be younger.
Now everything going fine now we want to try adding one more person, I asked her how can i help you both she said i am pissed off with this womanly rolls i want to be a man and my daughter wants mother so you became her mother and my wife so that i pay you well, she also said my daughter can be son also sometimes. Why you choose me i asked her she said no specific reason if you want take your time go and think in that room. I went inside the room and closed the door felt happy because this is my dream so i just accept the offer, I see all the female clothes in that room and mangalasutra near the dressing table so i went inside the bathroom removed all my clothes applied hair removal cream available in bathroom and came out dressed as a house wife and wore it on my neck and went near to madhu and fell on her feet as a acceptance she held my navel and squeezing my navel she lifted me and kissed on my fore head.
She went inside the other room and i went inside the kitchen came wearing men's clothes and surprised she is looking handsome. Madhu called our daughter rita she was very happy seeing her new parents and hugged me saying mumma, i felt happy from that day every weekend we met and I will became strict limiting daughter's dressing and nagging women to a husband they felt unhappy but they loves so bares me and pays me really well.
The end
Matriarchy - 1 (Sunday, 11 June 2023 12:29)
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the lush green valleys, there existed a unique society ruled by women. It was a matriarchal society where women held positions of power and authority. The village was known as Matriville. In Matriville, women were the decision-makers, leaders, and protectors of their community. They had established a system that valued the strength, wisdom, and nurturing qualities of women. The men of the village, on the other hand, played supportive roles and took care of household chores and childcare.
The village was led by a council of wise women known as the Matriarchs. They made all the important decisions concerning the welfare of the village, resolved conflicts, and guided the community towards progress and harmony. The Matriarchs were chosen based on their intelligence, compassion, and ability to lead. In Matriville, education was highly regarded, and girls were encouraged to pursue their dreams and passions. The village had a renowned academy where girls were taught various skills, including leadership, diplomacy, agriculture, and healing arts. The young girls grew up knowing that they had the power to shape their own destinies.
One such young girl was Maya, who dreamed of becoming a head of matriville Maya was nurtured and mentored by the wise women of the village, who recognized her potential and encouraged her to follow her aspirations.
Matriarchy - 2 (Sunday, 11 June 2023 12:32)
Maya stood before her family, friends, and the entire village, her heart filled with joy and excitement. The time had come for her to unite her life with Pratap, the man she had grown to love deeply. It was a wedding like no other, reflecting the values and traditions of their matriarchal society.
In the traditional Telugu wedding of Maya and Pratap, the dynamics of gender roles were beautifully reversed, showcasing a society where women held positions of authority and men played supportive roles. This matriarchal society was characterized by a deep respect for women and their contributions.
On the auspicious wedding day, Maya embraced the role of the traditional groom, donning a dhoti and shirt. His attire symbolized strength, honor, and his readiness to embark on a lifelong partnership with Pratap. Maya's choice to dress traditionally reflected the cultural heritage of their society, where men willingly accepted their place in a female-dominated world.
Pratap, on the other hand, radiated grace and elegance as the bride. Clad in a stunning white and red Kanchi silk saree, she embodied the essence of femininity and beauty. The saree's intricate design and vibrant colors emphasized Pratap's radiant presence. Adorned with the exquisite jewelry gifted by Maya's father, Pratap epitomized the epitome of a traditional bride, revered and honored in this matriarchal society.
As the wedding rituals commenced, Maya and Pratap stood before their loved ones and the divine forces that blessed their union. It was a union where Maya, acknowledging the inherent power and wisdom of women, tied the sacred thali around Pratap's neck.
In this matriarchal society, the traditions were deeply rooted in the respect and admiration for women's contributions. Following the wedding, Pratap willingly took on Maya's surname, a symbol of their commitment to honor and preserve the matriarchal lineage. By adopting Maya's surname, Pratap embraced the role of a supportive partner, celebrating the power and influence of women within the community.
After the wedding, Pratap moved into Maya's ancestral home, where the couple would build their life together. It was a testament to the harmonious coexistence of genders in this society, where men embraced their roles as nurturing partners, respecting and supporting the decisions and aspirations of their female counterparts. Maya and Pratap's shared life became a testimony to the importance of mutual understanding, cooperation, and the strength that came from a society where women held the reins of power.
In this traditional female-dominated society, men understood their place as subordinate to women. They played essential roles in supporting and uplifting the women around them, recognizing their strengths and contributions. The society celebrated the achievements and leadership of women, fostering an environment where every individual could flourish and reach their full potential.
Maya and Pratap's wedding served as a beautiful representation of the matriarchal society they belonged to. It was a society that recognized and celebrated the inherent power of women and created a nurturing environment for their growth and empowerment. In this world, the dynamics of gender roles were reversed, and men willingly embraced their roles as supportive partners.
GPT stories (Monday, 12 June 2023 16:23)
Promotion of wife
Rajiv stood in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a vibrant saree that clung to his body. His wife, Meera, paced anxiously in the room, adjusting his makeup and fussing over every detail. The evening had arrived when Meera planned to introduce Rajiv as her friend, Rekha, to her boss, Mr. Kapoor.
"Rajiv, you have to understand how important this is for my career," Meera pleaded, her voice laced with both nervousness and determination. "Mr. Kapoor is a powerful man, and if he thinks I'm single, he might consider me for that promotion."
Rajiv took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of apprehension and confusion. He loved Meera dearly and wanted to support her ambitions, but this was pushing the boundaries of his comfort zone.
Reluctantly, he stepped out of the room and into the lavish living area of their Mumbai apartment. Meera's boss, Mr. Kapoor, was waiting, sipping his scotch and occasionally glancing at his watch. As Rajiv approached, his heart pounded louder, uncertainty swirling within him.
Mr. Kapoor's eyes widened as he caught sight of Rajiv, now Rekha, walking gracefully towards him. The transformation was astonishing, and Mr. Kapoor's gaze lingered on Rajiv's delicate features and feminine allure.
Meera nervously introduced "Rekha" to her boss, her voice filled with feigned excitement. "Mr. Kapoor, meet Rekha. She's been my closest friend for years."
Mr. Kapoor's eyes flickered with a mix of intrigue and desire as he extended his hand to greet Rekha. "A pleasure to meet you, Rekha. Meera has spoken highly of you."
Rajiv, channeling his inner Rekha, smiled sweetly and delicately shook Mr. Kapoor's hand. In that moment, an unspoken connection ignited between them—an undeniable chemistry that neither could deny.
As the evening progressed, Rajiv found himself caught in a delicate dance of temptation and loyalty. Mr. Kapoor's glances became more lingering, his compliments more suggestive. Rajiv's initial discomfort transformed into a complex mixture of curiosity and arousal.
Meera, oblivious to the electric undercurrents swirling around them, was elated at the positive response she received from her boss. She believed her plan was working, unaware of the simmering tension that threatened to erupt.
In the depths of Rajiv's conflicted heart, he questioned his own desires and his devotion to Meera. Should he follow the path of passion, or remain true to his role as a supportive husband?
The air thickened with unspoken desires as the night wore on, leaving Rajiv, Meera, and Mr. Kapoor entangled in a web of longing, ambition, and the intricate dance of identities.
Champs (Tuesday, 13 June 2023 10:27)
Once upon a time, in a small town, there lived a woman named Emma. Emma was a dedicated and hardworking employee at a local technology company. She was married to Mark, a supportive and loving husband who always encouraged her to pursue her dreams.
One day, Emma stumbled upon an old box of her father's belongings in the attic. Among the items was an elegant suit that caught her eye. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to try it on. As soon as she put on the suit, she felt a surge of confidence and empowerment.
Inspired by this newfound feeling, Emma began to experiment with her appearance. She started wearing the suit to work, striding confidently through the office, and surprising her colleagues with her transformed presence. Emma's masculine attire attracted attention, but it also sparked curiosity and admiration.
Intrigued by Emma's transformation, she decided to embrace her masculine side further. She joined a local gym and started a rigorous exercise routine to build muscle and strength. Every day, she would work out tirelessly, pushing herself to her limits. Mark was incredibly supportive and encouraged her every step of the way.
Emma's dedication and hard work paid off. Her body began to transform, becoming more muscular and toned. As her physical strength increased, so did her mental and emotional resilience. Emma's newfound confidence radiated in every aspect of her life, including her work.
Her boss, Mr. Johnson, noticed the positive changes in Emma and her exceptional work ethic. Impressed by her commitment and results, he decided to promote her to a managerial position. Emma was overjoyed with the opportunity and determined to excel in her new role.
With her promotion, Emma found herself facing new challenges and responsibilities. She had to navigate complex projects, manage a team, and make important decisions. But Emma's masculine side, coupled with her dedication and newly built confidence, enabled her to tackle these challenges head-on.
Outside of work, Emma also embraced her masculine identity in her hobbies. She developed a passion for riding bikes and decided to participate in local cycling competitions. With her strength and determination, she quickly rose through the ranks and became a respected figure in the cycling community.
As time passed, Emma's success continued to grow. Her journey from a curious discovery in the attic to a confident and empowered woman had inspired many around her. She became a role model for others, encouraging them to embrace their true selves and pursue their dreams with unwavering determination.
Emma's story highlighted the transformative power of self-discovery, resilience, and support. By exploring her masculine side, building muscle, and unleashing her confidence, she not only achieved professional success but also became an inspiration to those around her. And so, Emma's journey continued, as she fearlessly pursued her passions and made a positive impact on the world.
Emily (Tuesday, 13 June 2023 10:37)
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Crestville, there was a woman named Emily. Emily had recently ended her tumultuous relationship with her boyfriend, Ethan, who also happened to work alongside her at a prestigious advertising agency. The breakup had left Emily feeling hurt and betrayed, but instead of wallowing in her pain, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Determined to prove her worth and show Ethan what he had lost, Emily embarked on a transformational journey. She embraced a masculine identity, symbolizing her newfound strength and independence. She cut her hair short, creating a sleek and sophisticated look that defied traditional gender norms. Ditching high heels, she opted for practical and stylish flat shoes, feeling grounded and comfortable.
Inspired by the power of a well-fitted suit, Emily ventured into a world traditionally associated with men. She donned tailored suits and tuxedos, exuding confidence and a sense of authority. Each outfit was carefully selected to highlight her femininity within a masculine aesthetic, creating a striking balance that turned heads wherever she went.
Fueling her transformation, Emily committed herself to physical fitness. She hit the gym with unwavering determination, pushing her body to its limits. Weightlifting and intense cardio workouts became her routine, sculpting her physique and boosting her endurance. Emily's physical strength served as a metaphor for her emotional resilience, as she rebuilt herself from the inside out.
Emily's professional ambitions skyrocketed as she channeled her energy into her work. She sought to become the office boss, not only to prove herself to Ethan but to demonstrate her exceptional leadership abilities. Her creative ideas, strategic thinking, and dedication to her craft made her stand out among her peers.
As fate would have it, the opportunity for Emily's revenge presented itself when the current office boss, Mr. Reynolds, announced his retirement. Emily seized the moment and, with her impressive track record and commanding presence, secured the role of the new boss. She was now in charge of the entire agency, overseeing a talented team of individuals.
As the office boss, Emily led with authority and compassion. She fostered a collaborative environment, empowering her colleagues and encouraging their growth. Emily's leadership style combined strength and empathy, proving that gender was not a determinant of effective leadership.
Outside of work, Emily's transformation continued to unfold. She fully embraced her masculine identity, finding empowerment in her journey of self-discovery. She rode her motorcycle with confidence and pride, embracing the freedom of the open road and breaking societal expectations.
Emily's revenge was not about seeking vengeance or causing harm; it was about reclaiming her power and proving that she could excel in any role, regardless of gender. Her story became an inspiration to many, highlighting the importance of self-acceptance and the ability to rise above adversity.
Ultimately, Emily's revenge was not about her ex-boyfriend, but about her own personal growth and triumph. By embracing her masculine side, donning suits and tuxedos, building her physical strength, and excelling as the office boss, she shattered stereotypes and showed the world that true power comes from within. And so, Emily continued her journey, fearlessly navigating through life's challenges, and inspiring others to do the same.
Unknown (Thursday, 15 June 2023 10:51)
Please support my blog - https://pottachidesiresintamilandenglish.blogspot.com/
Poornima (Sunday, 18 June 2023 00:12)
@Neeraj: Please enable comments to be posted anonymously in your blog. Please write a story where he gets humiliated by taking him out, taking him to ladies function, where some girls known to him see him and tease him, some girls and sisters calling him as chakka/hijra too where he gets shy instead of becoming angry!
Hello Neha (Sunday, 18 June 2023 05:07)
Please add your website not able to access your stories.
Niharika (Sunday, 18 June 2023 05:20)
For crossdressing caption best popular page on facebook https://m.facebook.com/cdcaption
Niharika (Sunday, 18 June 2023 05:21)
If you like to writer stories contact on this page
https://m.facebook.com/cdcaption
Neha (funstories20.blogspot.com) (Sunday, 18 June 2023 06:33)
@Hello Neha
Please bookmark the blog address. The owner of this website has deleted all my comments.
You can also access my blog via link section of CrossdressingTales.wordpress.com (Anjali Roy's website)
I won't comment on this website again and even if I do, I am it will be deleted again.
Harshika (Sunday, 18 June 2023 09:58)
Admin Hindi section ka new page bana do please
Neelam (Sunday, 18 June 2023 11:02)
Hey Poornima,
Only members can post the comments. You have to follow the blog to post the comments.
Few readers were start abusing me and using vulgar language that's why I have to take the steps.
Every crossdresser does not involve in vulgar things like sex. It is fictional words that we created so we have to respect to everyone.
Anyway thanks you ready stories.....
Neelam (Monday, 19 June 2023 00:30)
Posted new story :
https://storimania.blogspot.com/2023/06/fashion.html?m=1
Will post english story mostly
Anonymous (Wednesday, 21 June 2023 07:29)
Please comment and support.
https://crossdressingtales.wordpress.com/2023/06/21/lady-superstar-chapter-04/
Richa (Wednesday, 21 June 2023 09:25)
Lady superstar story story is really good but, before the next part comes we are loosing interest and forgetting the plot. So please post story regularly. Just 1 part per week will be really good
Person (Wednesday, 21 June 2023 10:22)
Dance competition
https://youtu.be/xLd3L82fGPo
I just started my engineering in a very good college. I had beautiful shoulder length hair. One day while going back to home, girls of our class came to me and told " we need to talk to you". I was totally amazed. Because no girl has shown interest in talking with me since childhood. So I was so happy and I told them where we should go to talk.
Girl : There is a canteen nearby let's go there.
Me : okay let's go ( I was full blushing inside).
We reached canteen and sat at one table.
Girl : Hii, don't be scared we just needed to have a chat with you.
Me : okay.
Girl : So, do you like modern or traditional outfit.
Me : ( After thinking for long time) I like modern outfit.
Girl : Girls "she" is perfect for our team .
Me : ( Thinking about why the girl called me she)
Girl : okay, i will directly come to the point, the thing is next month we are performing in a national level dance competition, we had a perfect team but one of the girl broke her leg yesterday. So we were searching for a replacement that's when we got an eye on you.
https://youtu.be/xLd3L82fGPo
Unlike other guys you are different you have long hair and slim body and you are perfect for the team. Can you please consider this offer. Because this is very very important for us .
Me : ( Still digesting the things she said) i don't know. I don't know how to dance and I never dressed as a girl in my life. I don't know nothing about being a girl.
Girl : Leave those thought to us girl. We will help you to come out of your shell.
By saying that girls took me to one of their house and gave a complete makeover. After my makeup i saw my image on the mirror. I was totally amazed. I was wearing a short skirt and a satin t shirt, my hair was styled in a high ponytail.
https://youtu.be/xLd3L82fGPo
After that girls started teaching me dance and within 3-4 days i mastered the art of dance and I was full confident that I can do this.
Unknown (Wednesday, 21 June 2023 20:15)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/06/chasing-of-dreams-2.html
Jj (Thursday, 22 June 2023 09:17)
Lady super star story is too slow no body we have to wait 5 y months to read one complete story I think this is too much writer should think about it Or It is better that they completes the story first and then starts posting it.
Fan (Saturday, 24 June 2023 13:22)
Nice video - https://youtu.be/cFDBI3PW_fY
Nandini (Sunday, 25 June 2023 03:56)
Prisoner of Nath
Recap: A traitor of the kingdom is feminized by queen and her ladies. She is forcefully married to a strong woman, commander of the royal forces. On her suhaag raat, the commander makes her feel like a delicate lady.
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 1
Yesterday I woke up in a rough prison cell not knowing what direction my life was going to take. Today, I woke up in a soft comfortable bed in a cozy room. My life had taken such a U-turn that I took a few seconds to remember where I was. I woke up in the arms of my warrior husband. She was still sleeping, snoring lightly. I looked around and saw what a mess I was. My dupatta lied crumpled on the side. My maangtika was on the bed next to the pillow. My nath was dangling from my hair, its other end still in place. My choli was almost undone, barely clinging to my chest. I still had most of the jewelry on, I had slept in them. Yesterday was such a long day for me, and perhaps the most dramatic day of my life, that after the intense lovemaking last night I just passed out.
The last thing I remember is the crazy euphoria I felt while being made love to like a woman. I have had my share of sexual encounters with women, and they feel like nothing in comparison to what I felt yesterday. I wondered how this was possible. I identified as a straight guy till yesterday and in a single night the woman next to me had turned me into a docile delicate woman moaning at her every touch. Do I want more of this ? I am not sure. A voice somewhere down tells me to stay one more night with this woman, see what more pleasures are there to discover. But its a new day, and my mind is active now. And my rational mind backed by my male ego tells that last night was wrong. My mind can't process it. The queen wanted to punish me with humiliation, and I had humiliation enough for a lifetime. Surely everyone is done with this joke by now. I'll go the queen, aplologize for everything again and take my leave from this kingdom for good. I am anyways a laughing stock here now.
"Hey gorgeous" my husband's voice brought me out of my daydream. Lying next to me she was looking at me with a smile on her face.
"Hey," I said, startled to see her awake. "When did you get up ?" I asked.
"Few minutes back. I was looking at you. I feel like the luckiest man on this planet today, waking up next to you." She said.
I didn't know what to say to that. I just looked away and blushed. If I want to escape my situation I would need to stop reacting like a submissive woman first. But just by the way she looked at me made me feel like a woman. Plus, being decked up like a bride didn't help.
I mustered the courage and spoke up "Ok, listen. I have learnt my lesson with yesterday's punishment. I am ashamed for selling kingdom's secrets for money. I lacked integrity. But I have been humiliated ten times over, and I feel it's fair if I get to go on with my life now."
She looked intently in my eyes, as if searching for the truth in them "If you are calling yesterday night a punishment, then every adult in this kingdom would do anything to get such a punishment." Her sarcasm was not lost on me. "You can lie now if you want, but I saw with my own eyes. You enjoyed every second of it. The reality is, you are a slut for sexual pleasure. You love being a sissy and being dominated, manhandled and being fucked like a woman. You will learn your truth in time. We are just starting this ride my love." She leaned ahead and kissed my neck. Her lips were wet and warm and she sucked the delicate skin of my neck. My eyes automatically closed and I held the sheets as my body tightened. She bit the spot where she was kissing and I screamed in pain.
At the exact moment, there was a knock at the door. I was releived for the interruption. My husband not so much "We'll continue this later love." Saying so she went to the door and opened the latch. I pulled the sheets to protect my modesty. It was the queen's handmaidens. Commander let them in the bedroom. They came in with supressed laughter. They might have heard my scream earlier and seeing my state their imagination might be going wild.
One of them said "The Queen has ordered the newly wed bride to attend the vat savitri purnima function today. Today is an auspicious day. You are very lucky to have married exactly one day before vat purnima. On this day all married women tie a sacred thread to the banyan tree to pray for their husband's long life. The queen expects you at the big banyan tree in two hours. She has sent a saree for you, a token of best wishes for your happy married life. She also sent these girls, who are specialists at makeup and saree draping. They will help you get ready. Please don't be late. All the women are eagerly looking forward to meet the new lady in town." She left with a smirk on her face.
Nandini (Sunday, 25 June 2023 03:59)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 2
She had just dropped a bomb on me. I couldn't have been more wrong in thinking the queen was done with me. It looked like she was just starting. Yesterday I was fortunate enough to hide my face with ghunghat so that people don't see how I have been feminized. Queen doesnt want to give me that comfort today. She intends me to socialize today as my transformed self. Dressed like a traditional wife along with other married women, engaging in a ritual that is a mark of pure womanhood. I shook in fear with what was about to come. The queen wanted to parade me on the streets dressed like a sati savitri. She would truly be setting an example in front of the entire public - look what we did to this traitor. No one would even think of cheating the kingdom again.
My only hope now was my husband. I knew she could be kind, I saw her last night. She would protect me. "Ji, please tell the queen I can't come. Tell her I am not well or something. I would rather be here with you." I said.
"I am afraid that's not an option. She is the goddamn queen idiot. Everyone does what she tells. Including me. If she wants you there, you have to be there." She continued, "And serves you well, just a few minutes ago you had the guts to tell me that you want to go on with your life. Now seeing difficulty you are talking sweetly to me. The queen has wisely chosen the perfect humiliation for you. You deserve to be paraded on the streets dressed like the most feminine woman." I leaped towards her feet begging for mercy but she threw me away and I lay flat on the bed. I realized how strong she must be to have just flinged me like that. My eyes got teary with self pity with no hope in sight.
She called the beauticians in. They were all pretty girls, each holding a silver tray covered with silk cloth. They had all the stuff to get me ready. As she left my husband told them "Dress my wife utmost care. I want her to be the most beautiful woman there. I want the envy of every man in this kingdom. She is after all my trophy wife."
Commander stormed out of the room, and I was sitting on the bed, surrounded by the girls who had come to transform me for the vat purnima puja. The girl in the center who did most of the talking said "Come on, let's get you a bath and get you ready." I was irritated and was in no mood to cooperate "Get me breakfast first. I am starving." The leader replied "Idiot. You are supposed to fast today. You can only eat once you are done with the puja. It's ok. You are newly wed. You will learn these things gradually."
I was losing my calm "I am a man for god's sake ! I dont want to get used to fasting for my husband and doing puja with other women!" She has a smile on her face "I see a bride in front of me, and by the looks of it, she got deflowered by her husband last night." I burned red with embarassment. The girls laughed. I was in a mood to fight "I am done with this. Tell your queen I am not going to do her as she wants. I am going to find some clothes around here that fit me and I am walking out of here. I am done." Saying so i got up to leave.
The girl gang leader turned towards the door and screamed "Bakasur !!' Five seconds later, a man who could more accurately be described as a demon walked through the door and stood guard. He was easily over six and a half feet and wore only a dhoti and was toppless showing his massive belly. He had massive moustache and face that resembled more of a pig. I had seen him before. He was one of the queen's body guards when she went out of the palace. She had sent him with the girls to ensure that I comply. The queen was certianly not messing around.
The girl leader said "Either you can get a royal treatment now and get transformed by my teams with dignity. Or I'll ask Bakasur here to put some sense in your head. You have ten seconds to decide." I took a look at bakasur and the the door behind him and dejectedly got up from the bed. "That's my good girl. Come on girls, lets get her ready."
The girls pounced on me like vultures attacking a dead beast and started taking my wedding jewely off. Then came off my clothes. Within minutes I was standing in the middle in just my underwear. "That comes off too" the leader said. I hesitated. One of the girls in a quick sweep pulled my underwear down from behind. Before I knew it my underwear was at my knees. I quickly covered my privates with my hands, standing there butt naked between so many pretty girls.
Nandini (Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:02)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 3
"Hey you said you were going to do this with dignity if I listened to you." I objected. She replied "We obviously know who you are and what you did. A traitor and a coward who put our kingdom in danger and tried to run away. We also know how you have mistreated women in the past. We are going to have so much fun transforming you to a woman today. Hands up!" She said, rage in her eyes visible "Girl, I said hands up!"
She was intimidating and out of fear I raised my hands, palms next to my face. My privates were out in the open now. "I want your hands straight up," she scolded me. I did as she told and immediately felt like a naughty child being punished my his teacher. "Girls apply the paste." She said to her team. The girls started applying a rough bad smelling paste to my whole body. It was yellowish green and smelled of herbs. "What is this for ?" I asked. The girls laughed. "You will find out soon." One of them said. Bakasur was still standing at the same spot watching me standing naked with my hands up, girls applying a paste on me. "Can you ask him to leave ? I requested the leader of the girl squad. She walked ahead took some paste in her hands and a stood face to face. She rubbed the paste to my under arms. It felt so erotic to be dominated by this beautiful woman. "I had to call Bakasur in because of you. Now he will stay and watch the entire transformation."
After applying the paste the girls relaxed, while i stood. Except my head hair they had covered me entirely with the paste. Afte waiting for 10 minutes, they asked me to go the bathroom. In the bathroom two girls came with razors in hand. They started from my feet and moved the razor on my skin. It glided effortlessly through my skin thanks to the paste and beneath i was hairless. They were getting my entire body hairless ! "Please dont do this" i begged but they didn't react. These girls were just doing their job. Slowly they covered my entire body, their razors swifty removing all the body hair. They even did my face and after removing the lighy stubble i was clean shave throughout. Then they asked me to step into the bath and I was releived for that. The bath was so relaxing and got me fresh. When i stepped out of the bath, couple of girls dried me and made to stand me in front of the mirror.
With my long hair and no facial and body hair i felt weird. Moving my hand and legs felt very smooth. The girls applied cream throughout and moisterized my skin. The leader came in front of me and asked me to raise my hands again. She applied a nice smelling powder to my underarms and the rest around my neck. "Its not enough to look pretty. You got to smell good as well." She said.
Yesterday my transformation was hurried and haphazard because the queen wanted to present me in court. But today we had time so the girls had come in full preparation to make me a complete woman. They handed me a panty and asked me to wear it. It was a delicate pink panty with lace work. I stepped into it and pulled it on. Next came the bra, it was a pink lace bra with cute tiny flower print. They asked me to keep my hands striaght in front of me then slipped the bra through my hands. Adjusting the straps on my shoulder a girl clasped the hook on the back. The cups were padded and supported my little clean shaved boobies well. It looked like I had actual breasts.
Standing there in a lace trimmed pink bra and panty between all the beautiful girls was a weird feeling. I saw in the mirror's reflection that bakasur was staring at me with lustful eyes. I felt so vulnerable at that point and covered my breasts with my hands. "Look, just by putting lingerie on she becomes a woman. Acting all shy now." Next they made me sit on a chair and a girl brought a hot wire in front of me. She held my nostril and brought the hot wire towards it. I understood they are piercing my nose and before I could react two girls pinned my hands to the chair and other girl held my head. The girl passed the hot wire through my nostril and I screamed in pain. Tears ran down my eyes in torcher. They inserted a small cute nose stud in my nose. Yesterday they had made me wear a clip on nath but today i had a nose piercing. They were making me more and more feminine. I was thankful that they inserted only a small stud.
"I had anticipated you would cry, given the sissy you are." The leader said "so we did the piercing before makeup so that it doesn't get spoilt." I looked on the bed and they had setup the saree blouse and all the jewellry there. "We are going to turn you into a beautiful house wife. Are you ready" the leader asked me. What option did I have ?
Nandini (Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:03)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 4
They made me get up and wear a blue petticoat. They tied the strings of petticoat tightly. Next came the blouse. It was matching to the saree they had selected. It was a green blouse with red borders at the sleeves. They made me wear the blouse and closed the hooks in the front. They tied the string tightly in the back and the blouse was now a very tight fit, making my boobs appear even round and big.
Next came the saree. It was a green khan saree with red borders. Traditional saree worn by women of maratha kingdom. The girls laughed as they openend the saree to its full length. "This is your first saree. So i know its a special one for any woman. You will look like a doll in it." Saying so they inserted one end of the saree in the petticoat and started draping it. I caught my reflection in mirror, hands to my side raised above my waist so that they could drape the saree, i wondered how it had come to this. They pulled the pallu over my left shoulder and adjusted its length. Then made nice pleats to the pallu and pinned it firmly on my left shoulder. The saree wrapped tightly over my boobs and gave me a nice figure. Then they pulled the remaining length of the saree and made the bottom pleats. They were absolutely neat and crisp. Then they tucked the pleats in. The length was such that my navel was visible and it looked sexy. They used a lot of pins to secure the saree and they draped it so perfectly that it was tight in all the right places. It hugged my butt and made it appear bigger. It made my curves more evident. I felt beautiful. I felt vulnerable with the skin show - my navel, and the low cut back of the blouse. But I also felt graceful with the neat pleats and the flowy pallu.
Seeing me admiring myself in the mirror, the leader said "Now you look good, dressed in saree." I looked down with embarrasment. She held my chin and made me look up "You are shy now only. We are going to accessorize you like how a traditional maratha woman should, and take you out. How will you handle that ?" She teased me.
They made me sit on the chair in front of the mirror and started my makeup. The leader said "This makeup has been imported from other kingdoms. You are very lucky to get a chance to use it. Very few girls in our kingdom can afford this. You are one of them. We'll explain all the products to you so that you can slowly start doing makeup on your own" They started with applying foundation on my entire face giving me a smooth even texture. Then they focused on my eyes, bordering it with kajal. They did a winged eyeliner. Also they stuck big eyelashes on mine and curved them. Then applied mascara on it. When i blinked my eyes they looked very feminine. My eyes looked beautiful. Then they did contouring on my cheeks to make it more feminine. Lastly they asked me to open my lips slightly and applied dark red lipstick on my lips with a tiny brush. I looked at the mirror and was shocked to see how feminine they had made me.
Next came jewelry. They first made me wear a kamarband that made my waist look thinner and delicate. Then they made me wear a short choker type golden neckpiece. It was tight on my neck. Then came a longer necklace. This was typical marathi style jewelry. Then they made me wear pearl studded jhumkas. They filled my hands with green and red bangles. "These are customary of a newly wed woman" they explained and giggled as my ornaments made a sweet noise. A girl came forward and applied a chandra khor bindi on my forehead between my eyebrows. I couldn't beleive the reflection in mirror was me. All i saw was a beautiful woman in full makeup, jewelry and saree.
Then came my hair. They made a center partition and brushed my hair smooth. Then they pulled the hair tight into a low bun. Then came the gajra. I saw bakasur's reflection in the mirror and he was staring at me getting feminized with a smirk on his face. I looked down with shame as the girls rolled gajra over my bun and secured it with pins. Then they took a brooch with beautiful flower patterns and stones and secured it to the centre of my bun. They tied two beaded strings from the brooch to both my earrings. Oh my hairdo made me feel so feminine !
The leader said "You are all but ready now. Just one final thing - saying so made me face her and she removed the small nose stud from my nose. Then she inserted something in my nose piercing. I could not see it but felt its heaviness. "Now our princess is ready." Saying so she turned me by my shoulders towards the mirror. The reflection in the mirror made my jaw drop. She has inserted into my nose a traditional marathi nath. It was one of the biggest I had ever seen!
Nandini (Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:05)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 5
I stood there transfixed, watching my reflection in mirror. I didn't exist any more. In the mirror there stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was dressed in a crisp dark green khan saree with red borders. The blouse shoulders were puffed slightly making her look more feminine. The blouse sleeves ended just above her elbows and hugged her arms tightly making her arms look slender. A little below, her hands were filled with green bangles, that was a sign that she was newly married. Her hands filled with mehendi and nails painted a bright red.
The saree hugged her tightly at her hips and her breasts, giving her curves that she was not born with. The girls tied a kamarband adorned with jewels on her waist, making her waist look thinner. The girls turned her around making her back face the mirror. The girls brought another full length mirror in front of her so she could clearly see how she looked from behind. Her hair bun was huge, covered with lots of gajra. A brooch in the center of her bun connected with delicate chain to her earrings. It was the most feminine hairdo she had ever seen. Her blouse was tight and quite revealing, tied with the blouse string into a bow and the latkan of the string falling below. Her ass looked bigger, courtesy of the tightly draped saree hugging her ass. The pleats of the saree were perfect and intricate. Her toe nails were painted bright red as well, no part of her body left undecorated.
Her attention went to her most beautiful feature - her face. The makeup was so on point that once you saw her face, you had to take effort to not look at her. The smoky eyes, the contoured cheek, nose and jawline, the full red juicy lips. Pearl earring and jewelled choker necklace framed her face beautifully. Her big pearled nath was irresistible to look at. Just looking at her one could feel how heavy it must be. It was so big that if she openend her lips even slightly the nath touched her red luscious lips.
Everyone in the room was lost in her beauty. She herself shocked and unbelievable how feminine and beautiful she looked. The leader of the makeup girls stepped ahead and said "When we started transforming you, little did we know that you would turn out so beautiful. Girls, I am proud of your work. And lady you," she said addressing me "You will face the world for the time today as a married woman, do it with utmost care and responsibility." Saying so she took the pallu and adjusted it on my head. The pallu was slightly sheer, so you could still see the hair bun and gajra through it, it just made me feel even more feminine.
"You are fully ready, but at the same time you are not at all ready. You understand why?" She asked me. I did not know what she was talking about. How more ready can I get ? Ufff. The girls laughed and took me out to the living room. With one hand I held the pallu in place and with the other I lifted the saree pleats slighly from front to walk easily. Ohh I felt so feminine it was sending waves of pleasure through me. Outside my husband, lord commander stood. Her jaw dropped looking at me. She didn't spend words complimenting me, instead she was ahead, held me in her arms and kissed me the most long and passionate kiss I ever had. Standing in a room with a bunch of other girls looking at me, dressed completely feminine, ghunghat over my head, in the arms of my strong husband, I felt weak in my knees with the overwhelming feeling.
A girl brought a tray a tray to us. In the tray was a tiny box of sindhoor and my managlsutra. I then realized why the leader told me I wasn't ready yet. Commander took full pinchful of sindhoor and applied it on my maang as I stood there motionless, getting decorated like a docile wife. Then she took the magalsutra in her hand and the girls turned me around. She tied the managalsutra around my neck and the girls clapped. I stood there teary eyed as the full realization hit me - I was now a married housewife, ready in sola singaar and in some time I will be presented in front of the people in my new reality. Also, they'll make me do the vat purnima puja along with other married women, formally sealing my place as a woman in the society.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the girls nudging me forward. The leader said "Let's go dear, let's show the world your beauty. Your beauty is too precious to be kept a secret." Saying so I was ushered outside the house into the street.
Nandini (Sunday, 25 June 2023 04:07)
Chapter 7 - Trophy wife - Part 6
As we walked the narrow lanes of the woman's quarters, I realized all the women were outside waiting to get a glimpse of me. As we passed the onlookers, I could her gasps of disbelief and surprised comments. "She is so beautiful", "They totally transformed him", "Turned his arrogance and ego into dust", "Fits him well", "She looks good now" laughter and banter mixed with the commotion. I was red with embarrassment in this walk of shame. Holding the pallu over my head on the shoulder, my nath, earring and payal constantly reminding of my punishment, bondage and humiliation.
I couldn't take it any more and slyly slid the pallu a little lower, bring it down on my face. Silently I pulled the pallu more down and covered my face with it entirely. I couldn't see clearly ahead but that was ok, I could look down and the girls were guiding me. Hiding my face behind the ghunghat gave me a sense of safety. Shielded from the stares of strangers I didn't see feel so vulnerable. I could still keep some of my self respect. Just then a girl from the makeup group said "Stop!" and we all slowed down "See she is acting oversmart and covered her face with ghunghat.
The leader came in front of me and raised my ghunghat, I looked down with shame. "You are smart, trying to hide your face and saving yourself from embarrassment ? Girls hand me some bobby pins." Adjusting the pallu again over my head till the point where the sindoor was clearly visible, she secured the pallu on either side of my hair partition by inserted bobby pins through the pallu into my hair. Then she took a safety pin and secured the pallu's end on my shoulder. I stood there embarrased, standing like a doll as the women watching me laughed at the scene. "There we have it, packed and secured. The queen specifically wants everyone to be able to look at you clearly. They should see what happens with a traitor." I walked ahead teary eyed, to meet the other ladies and the banyan tree for the vat purnima pooja.
To Neha or Anjali (Sunday, 25 June 2023 05:59)
I HAVE A INDIAN CD STORY WHICH I WANT YOU TO ADD ON YOUR SITE WITH THE IMAGES. LET ME KNOW HOW CAN I SHARE WITH YOU. With pure Indian content a simple story. Thanks
Riya (Sunday, 25 June 2023 07:42)
@ To Neha or Anjali
Ask them directly not here.
sassy sandy (Sunday, 25 June 2023 12:49)
aryanjali@mail.com send email to this address to crossdressing tales or find a email id in the following link
https://crossdressingtales.wordpress.com/wcg/
STORY SITES (Sunday, 25 June 2023 15:44)
https://crossdressingfunstories.blogspot.com
https://mahicdinfo.data.blog
https://indiancrossdressingstories.wordpress.com/
https://anthascd.blogspot.com/
https://trickedpiercing.blogspot.com/
https://crossdressingtales.wordpress.com/links/blogs/
https://indiancdnovel.wordpress.com/
https://crossdressingnarratives.wordpress.com/
https://supportcrossdress.home.blog/
Unknown (Sunday, 25 June 2023 20:13)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/06/chasing-of-dreams-3.html
Divya (Sunday, 25 June 2023 22:15)
Nandhini welcome back. Superb story. Pls continue regularly.
Nidhi (Sunday, 25 June 2023 23:25)
https://nidhiscd.blogspot.com/?m=1
aditi (Tuesday, 27 June 2023 09:22)
IG CELEBRITY
I'm C.D. Prabhakar, a freelance web designer. Since graduating from college, I've been working independently and enjoying the freedom it provides. In my free time, I love exploring new things and having unique experiences. Freelancing has been financially rewarding, allowing me to earn a good income. Like many people, I'm active on social media, especially IG. On my dedicated travel page, I share photos of the places I visit. Although my follower count isn't large, I don't worry too much about it. Currently, I have over 100 followers, and I appreciate the engagement of those who follow me. I also regularly share my workout routines on my account and engage my followers with polls. It's great to see that my follower count is gradually increasing.
I am 150 cm tall, which puts me on the shorter side. However, I embrace my height and focus on maintaining a strong and well-built body. Fitness has been my primary focus, helping me overcome any concerns about my height. As a result of polls conducted on my IG account, I have made some changes. I changed my account name to D_Prabhakar_Alpha and have been growing my beard for the past three months. At the end of each month, I typically run a poll to decide whether to trim the beard or continue growing it. It's great to see my followers becoming more engaged, and I value their input by following their preferences from the poll. To further connect with my audience, I have started doing live sessions on IG as well.
As I continue to engage with my followers through live sessions, I've noticed that my social skills have been improving, which has had a positive impact on my freelancing career. One incident stood out during a live session when a girl happened to pass by in the background of my video. The comments from my followers were filled with curiosity and a desire for me to talk to her. Encouraged by my followers' enthusiasm, I conducted another poll to gather their opinion on locating and talking to the girl who appeared in the background of my live session. The response I received was overwhelmingly positive, with a strong interest in finding her. Fuelled by their excitement, I decided to visit the restaurant where the incident had occurred, hoping to meet her. However, despite my efforts, I couldn't find her, and I contemplated giving up on the idea. Yet, I couldn't ignore the disappointment I sensed among my followers. Days went by, and on a remarkable day, a girl approached me and asked if she could sit in the chair opposite me. To my astonishment, it was the same girl from the live session!
As I smiled, she noticed my expression and inquired about the reason behind it. I candidly shared with her that I had been searching for her for a while. Surprised by my response, she burst into laughter, finding the situation amusing. Our conversation began, and we introduced ourselves. I discovered that she is a software engineer, working at a company located near the restaurant. She explained that she had been away, visiting her hometown for personal reasons, which is why she hadn't been to the restaurant in recent days. Excited by the development, I eagerly shared the news with my followers, witnessing the happiness on their faces. I started visiting the restaurant more frequently, allowing Dharshini and me to meet each other on multiple occasions. I learned that her name is Dharshini and she stands at around 175cm tall, towering over me during our walks on the road. However, I didn't let this height difference bother me, as I had come to terms with the situation and enjoyed our time together.
Feeling bold and confident, I mustered up the courage to ask Dharshini out on a date. To my pleasant surprise, she was taken aback by my proposal but agreed, mentioning that she had something to share with me as well. Overjoyed by her acceptance, I quickly made a reservation at a restaurant and prepared to pick her up on my bike.
On the special evening, I dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans, ready for our date. As I knocked on her door, I eagerly awaited her appearance. To my delight, I saw her stepping outside, adorned in a beautiful white salwar with intricate silver designs. Her choice of footwear was flat shoes, and her long hair cascaded down in a single braided plait, adding to her charm. As we met, Dharshini warmly embraced me, and together we left her apartment. She took notice of my bike but found it challenging to sit on it comfortably. In a thoughtful gesture, she handed me her car key, suggesting that I drive instead. However, I confessed that I didn't know how to drive a car. Without any hesitation, Dharshini took charge and skilfully drove us to our destination. Throughout the evening, we enjoyed each other's company, creating beautiful memories together.
aditi (Tuesday, 27 June 2023 09:54)
IG CELEBRITY-2
Curious about what Dharshini wanted to share with me, I eagerly asked her to reveal it. With her beautiful fair complexion and warm smile, she posed a question, "Guess my age?" I observed her youthful appearance and took a guess, stating, "26 years." In response, she burst into laughter and disclosed, "I'm actually 36 years old. I'm married, and I have a daughter."
The shock was evident on my face as I hadn't anticipated her age to be 10 years older than mine. Sensing my surprise, she reassured me, saying, "I understand it's a bit unexpected. I married at a young age, and the marriage ended in divorce. Since then, I haven't been in a serious relationship as my focus has primarily been on work. I wanted to be upfront with you before we continue going out, in case it's something you need to consider."
Curious about my age, Dharshini asked me the same question. Considering the situation and wanting to avoid potential disinterest due to the age gap, I hesitated to reveal my true age. Instead, I decided to modify it slightly and responded, "30 years." Dharshini smiled and seemed content with my answer. She then extended an invitation for me to visit her home the following weekend, indicating that she was comfortable with the age difference and being a divorcee.
Excited about my growing connection with Dharshini, I decided to share a limited version of our story with my followers, mentioning that she was a divorcee and that there was an age gap between us. Many of my followers encouraged me to move forward, while a few advised caution and sincerity in our relationship. To seek their input more directly, I conducted another poll, asking whether I should continue pursuing the relationship. The response was a resounding "Yes."
With the support of my followers, I made plans to visit Dharshini again on the following weekend. As I rang her doorbell, she greeted me with immense happiness and embraced me tightly, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. We exchanged warm greetings, and I suggested getting ready so we could go to a movie together, excited to spend more time in each other's company.
As our relationship deepened, we felt an undeniable connection between us. We began spending more and more time together, and at times, I even stayed at her spacious and luxurious home, which had three bedrooms. Dharshini's successful career allowed her to live a comfortable lifestyle.
During this time, I continued conducting polls on Instagram to involve my followers in decision-making processes. One evening, however, we received news about a virus outbreak. The information brought a sense of concern and uncertainty to our lives. As the news of the virus outbreak and the impending lockdown reached us, a sense of worry enveloped our lives. In light of the situation, Dharshini expressed her concern for her daughter, who was studying at a girls' school in another state. She felt the need to bring her daughter home and considered making a phone call to discuss the situation.
Surprisingly, Dharshini believed that her daughter would be able to travel on her own. I found this idea perplexing, as it seemed unusual for a child to undertake such a journey independently. However, Dharshini assured me that her daughter was capable and responsible enough to make the trip safely.
During the lockdown period, Dharshini invited me to her apartment. Eager to see her, I arrived on Saturday evening and rang the doorbell. To my surprise, a young teenage girl opened the door. Despite her youthful appearance, she was remarkably tall and inquired about my identity. I introduced myself as Prabhakar and asked for Dharshini. The girl called out, "Mom! Someone is here to see you!"
The word "mom" struck me with astonishment. I had assumed that Dharshini's daughter would be much younger, possibly under the age of 10. Dharshini soon arrived, sensing my confusion, and introduced me to her daughter. "This is Aditi, my daughter, studying in the 10th grade."
Prakeerthi (Tuesday, 27 June 2023 11:00)
Aditi! Wow what a wonderful story, continue it, nice writing skills.
Raju (Tuesday, 27 June 2023 21:41)
Nandini a fantastic feminization story. Pls don't take gap to post next parts
Ayesha (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 01:12)
Part 1
In the bustling city of Bombay, there lived a man named Salman. He was a widower and worked as a manager in a multinational company. He had two children, a son named Junaid and a daughter named Salma. Salman's life revolved around his work and his children.
In the same office, there was a modern Muslim woman named Fatima. She loved to dress elegantly and had a penchant for wearing jeans, dresses, and occasionally adorning a burqa. Fatima was known for her beauty and style, and she became an inspiration for another colleague named Rahul.
Rahul, a close friend of Fatima and Salman, had a secret—he was a cross dresser. When he was alone, he would dress up in women's clothing, imitating Fatima's style. He would wear shalwar kameez, sarees, dresses, jeans, tops, and even experiment with makeup. Fatima was aware of Rahul's crossdressing and fully supported him. She would gift him her dresses, burqas, and makeup, and even take him along on shopping trips and outings, treating him as a female friend.
As time went by, Salman fell in love with Fatima and proposed to her. Fatima accepted his proposal and agreed to marry him, taking on the responsibility of caring for his two children. They had a traditional Muslim wedding ceremony where Salman wore a sherwani, and Fatima donned a beautiful bridal lehenga choli. She adorned herself with maang tikka, jhoomar, bangles, a necklace, and a big nath. The wedding was a grand affair, and everyone celebrated the union of Salman and Fatima.
On their first night together as a married couple, Fatima sat on the bed with a ghunghat covering her head. Salman entered the room, lifted the ghunghat, and was mesmerized by Fatima's beauty. He kissed her passionately, and they shared a romantic and intimate night.
The following day, Fatima had to adhere to traditional customs. She dressed in traditional attire, covering her head with a veil, and wore a nosepin as a symbol of a married woman. Life after marriage proved to be challenging for Fatima as Salman's parents were extremely traditional. They expected her to resign from her job and take care of the household and their children. Fatima found it difficult to cope with these expectations and eventually decided to leave.
Salman, wanting a homely woman to take care of his family, married Rubina. Fatima was devastated and desperate to get back to Salman at any cost. She confided in Rahul, sharing her deep longing to be reunited with Salman. Coincidentally, Rahul stumbled upon two magical rings that had the power to switch souls between bodies. He suggested to Fatima that if they wore the rings at 3 am, their souls would exchange places—Rahul's soul would inhabit Fatima's body, Fatima's soul would occupy Rubina's body, and Rubina's soul would reside in Rahul's body.
Fatima and Rahul put the plan into action at 3 am. Rahul found himself in Fatima's body, and Fatima found herself in Rubina's body. Fatima, now in Rubina's body, became Salman's wife and embraced a traditional lifestyle as expected by her in-laws. She dressed in traditional attire, catered to the needs of Salman, his children, and his parents. Despite the difficulties, Fatima found happiness in her role as a devoted wife.
Meanwhile, Rahul was thrilled with his transformation. He reveled in the opportunity to dress up in different outfits, experiment with makeup, wear earrings, and even don a burqa when going out. Fatima's mother was pleased to see her daughter embracing traditional attire and even helped Rahul in cooking and household chores. Rahul continued working at the same office, now as Fatima, wearing both Indian and Western attire.
Ayesha (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 01:13)
Part 2
Rahul informed Fatima, who was now in Rubina's body, that the magic would only last for 30 days. They desperately searched for a solution to stay in their new bodies permanently. Fatima came up with a plan—if Rahul (in Fatima's body) married Salman and got pregnant within the 30-day window, the spell would not revert, and they could continue living as Fatima in Rubina's body and Rahul in Fatima's body.
Initially shocked by the proposal, Rahul eventually agreed, as he too didn't want to return to his old life. Fatima convinced Salman and his parents to accept Rahul as his second wife. They agreed, and soon Rahul, in Fatima's body, married Salman in a traditional wedding ceremony. Rahul, now dressed as a bride, wore a gorgeous khara dupatta set, along with a maang tikka, jhoomar, bangles, a necklace, and a big bridal nath. The wedding was a joyous occasion, and both Fatima and Rahul were incredibly happy.
On their wedding night, Rahul, as Fatima, sat on the bed with a veil covering his head. Salman entered the room, praised Rahul's (Fatima's body) beauty, lifted the veil, and kissed him lovingly. They shared an intimate and romantic night together.
The following day, Rahul, in Fatima's body, dressed in a green shalwar kameez, matching bangles, and jewelry. He replaced his nose ring with a nose pin, symbolizing his status as a married woman. Rahul went into the kitchen and found Fatima (Rubina's body) there. Fatima (Rubina's body) asked Rahul how the night had been, and Rahul felt shy. Fatima (Rubina's body) assured him that they were like sisters and there was no need for shyness between them. Rahul opened up and shared his experience of being with Salman, expressing his satisfaction and happiness as Salman's wife.
Both Fatima and Rahul continued to live as traditional wives, dressing identically in matching shalwar kameez, bangles, necklaces, dangling earrings, anklets, toe rings, and matching innerwear. They even made it a habit to wear ghunghats while serving their in-laws. They took care of the household, Salman's children Junaid and Salma, and embraced their roles wholeheartedly.
After a month, James, now in Fatima body, started experiencing morning sickness. She took a pregnancy test and discovered that she was pregnant. Rahul and Fatima (Rubina's body) were overjoyed by the news. Rahul, in Fatima's body, received extra attention and care from Salman, Fatima (Rubina's body), and their in-laws. In due time, they celebrated a grand baby shower, and in the ninth month, Rahul gave birth to a baby girl.
The house was filled with immense happiness, and they named the baby girl Ayesha, a tribute to the love and bond they shared. Salman was blissfully unaware of the truth—that Fatima was Rahul, and Rubina was Fatima. He continued to have a romantic life with both his wives, unaware of their switched identities. In the privacy of their bedroom, he would make love to both, and they reciprocated their love for him.
Fatima and Rahul continued to dress identically, sharing the same makeup and jewelry. They remained devoted to Salman, embraced the traditional lifestyle at home, and wore burqas when going out, as per the wishes of their in-laws. However, when Salman took them out without his parents around, they would dress in jeans, tops, and dresses, enjoying the freedom to express themselves.
In their unique arrangement, both Rahul and Fatima found happiness and contentment. Salman's two children grew up under their loving care, and Ayesha was adored and cherished by everyone in the family. Salman ensured both his wives were happy and fulfilled.
And so, their extraordinary journey continued, as Fatima and Rahul, in their switched bodies, embraced their newfound identities and lived a life of love, acceptance, and togetherness.
Neelam (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:08)
Hey All,
Posting all new stories in English, please read and comment:
https://storimania.blogspot.com/
aditi (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:40)
IG CELEBRITY-3
After I entered the apartment, Dharshini warmly welcomed me with a hug, saying, "Hi Prabha." She introduced me to her daughter as a friend. Curious about the age difference, I asked, "I didn't know you had a daughter of this age." She reminded me, "I mentioned being married at an early age."
We engaged in conversation while enjoying a delicious dinner together. As the time to leave approached, I informed Dharshini of my intention to go. However, she insisted, "Why don't you stay until the lockdown is over? You don't know how to cook, and staying alone won't be easy." I hesitated, considering her daughter's presence. Dharshini reassured me, "She'll be fine with it. You can sleep in your current attire tonight, and tomorrow we'll go and pick up some clothes for you."
Reluctantly, I accepted her kind offer. Dharshini guided me to a spacious bedroom and said, "Make yourself comfortable here." I lay on the bed, contemplating the surprising fact that her daughter was just ten years older than me. Thoughts about my next steps filled my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
The next day, we went to my apartment to collect my clothes and returned to stay at Dharshini's house. Let me describe Aditi to you. She is around the same height as Dharshini, or perhaps slightly taller, with a fair complexion like her mother. Her hair is styled in a typical mid-length fashion, reflecting her teenage years. Initially, she didn't talk to me much, but gradually we began conversing more comfortably. She even started calling me "Prabha," which I didn't mind.
Three months had passed since the lockdown was imposed, and we were still staying indoors, venturing out only to buy groceries individually. Everything was going smoothly, and I found myself increasingly addicted to my IG account since I didn't have much else to occupy my time. I often asked my viewers for movie recommendations. One day, Aditi asked me, "Hey Prabha, what are you always doing on your phone, like people our age?" She laughed. I replied, "Aditi, I'm mostly engaged with my IG account," and proceeded to show her my profile. To my surprise, she exclaimed, "Wow, Prabha, you have 2k followers!" I smiled in response. Later that day, she sent me a friend request, which I gladly accepted. I then went to her profile and was astonished to see that she had more than 100k followers.
The next morning, as I sat down at the breakfast table, I couldn't help but ask Aditi about her impressive number of followers. "Aditi, you have so many followers! That's amazing," I remarked. She replied with enthusiasm, "Hey Prabha, it's not that much. I'm actually aiming for 1 million!" I chuckled and said, "That's fantastic, Aditi. Can you teach me some tips?" We continued our conversation, sounding like a pair of teenagers.
Dharshini interrupted our chatter, saying, "Both of you, don't talk while eating." We grinned at her and nodded, heeding her advice. Once she finished her meal, Aditi came to my room. She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, revealing her smooth, long legs. Her hair was styled in a ponytail.
"Hey Prabha, show me your profile," Aditi requested. I handed her my phone, and she examined my IG profile. After a brief evaluation, she commented, "You shouldn't follow too many people. It's better to have a smaller number of followers and engage with them. Also, try to avoid following accounts with fewer followers." I listened attentively to her advice. She continued, "It seems you've been posting questions regularly, which is good. However, the questions could be a bit more interesting." Her words sparked my curiosity.
"Okay, let's start something," Aditi suggested. She posted a story with the prompt, "Ask me something interesting." We eagerly waited to see what questions would come our way. Soon, the questions started flowing in, ranging from inquiries about my background and profession to queries about my beard, which had grown quite long. One particular question stood out: "How would you look without the beard?" It was intriguing to see the engagement and curiosity from the viewers.
aditi (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:41)
IG CELEBRITY-4
In the morning, I showed Aditi the questions I had received during my live session. She complimented me, saying, "It's good, Prabha." She then proceeded to teach me how to create reels and other engaging content. I started implementing her suggestions, and my follower count began to increase. I made it a habit to create and post one reel every day, which helped my account reach around 3k followers.
With the growing popularity, I started conducting live sessions as well. During one of these sessions, the question about my clean-shaven look resurfaced. I mentioned it to Aditi, and she suggested that we do a poll to decide whether I should trim my beard or shave it off completely. She even volunteered to shave it for me if the majority voted for it, accompanied by a mischievous smile.
Following her suggestion, I posted a poll with the options of trimming the beard or shaving it off. I set the duration for 24 hours and went to sleep with the majority of the votes favoring trimming the beard. However, when I woke up the next morning, Aditi asked anxiously about the poll's outcome. I informed her that the majority of votes were still for trimming the beard, with only a few hours left. She seemed disappointed and left the room.
To my surprise, in the last couple of hours, there was a sudden surge of votes in favor of shaving my beard. The result showed that 54% of the participants wanted me to shave it off. I was in shock as I sat there contemplating the outcome. Just then, Aditi walked back into the room and exclaimed, "Seems like you have to shave your beard after all," while showing me the poll result.
Dharshini, who had been busy working from home, noticed my dull expression as I entered her room. She asked me what was wrong, and I explained the whole situation about the poll and the beard. Dharshini reassured me, saying, "Don't do it, dear! I actually like your beard." I expressed my concerns about my followers not liking me without the beard and mustache. Just then, Aditi entered the room with a shaving kit in hand, surprising both Dharshini and me. Dharshini looked confused, and I clarified, "Yeah, she will be the one shaving my beard if the option to shave wins." This made Dharshini laugh.
Since I had gained some weight during the three months of lockdown without any workouts or access to the gym, Dharshini took me to the bathroom and applied shaving cream on my face. My hair had also grown longer during the lockdown, so she put a headband on my hair to keep it out of my face. I sat down opposite the mirror, unable to see my own face as Aditi began shaving off my beard and mustache completely.
Aditi took the headband and comb, and skillfully styled my hair in the hairstyle she had chosen, which was an asymmetric haircut [https://hairstylecamp.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/short-asymmetric-haircut-for-teenage-girls.jpg]. She showed me the result, and I was amazed at the transformation. The hairstyle covered half of my face, and my smooth, freshly shaved face revealed only a couple of pimples and a tan. I wrapped a towel around my face and headed to Dharshini's room, wanting to surprise her. Aditi, however, couldn't contain her excitement and pulled off the towel, revealing my new look to Dharshini.
Dharshini burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Wow! Sweetie, you look so cute now!" I couldn't help but smile at her reaction. It was true that without the beard, I appeared much younger, maybe around 22-25 years old, instead of my usual look of someone in their 30s. Aditi then took me to the garden and started capturing photos of me with her expensive mobile phone. She showed me the results, and I was stunned by how good I looked in the pictures.
Following Aditi's suggestion, I posted a photo of myself with the shaved beard and styled hair on IG that night before going to sleep.
aditi (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 09:42)
IG CELEBRITY-5
In the morning, I woke up to find many comments on my photo, and I received around 1000 likes, which is the highest number of likes I've ever gotten on a photo. I have been going through the comments, and most of them are filled with compliments like "cute" and "pretty," and people saying I look like a college student. However, there are also many hate comments, such as "you don't look like an alpha now," and some others that were quite hurtful. A few people even unfollowed me. Aditi entered the room, and I showed her the comments and likes. She encouraged me and said, "You've got more likes now, so don't let the hate comments bother you, Prabha. People can be like that sometimes, but don't worry." Her words gave me encouragement, so I decided to post another picture, this time a side pose of my face.
The number of likes increased, but unfortunately, so did the number of hate comments. I felt upset and decided to stop posting pictures. Aditi suggested that I block the hate comments. Weeks went by without any new posts, and my beard started growing a little. Then, one night, I posted a picture of my face with a week's worth of beard growth and went to sleep.
The next morning, as I sat down at the breakfast table, Aditi greeted me with a cheerful "Good Morning!" It was then that I realized I didn't have my mobile phone with me. After breakfast, I went to check my room and found my phone in a different place than where I usually put it. I tried to log in to Instagram to check my profile, but I couldn't. Despite numerous attempts, I still couldn't log in. I approached Aditi, and she tried searching for my profile, only to discover that it wasn't there.
We tried every possible option, but the problem persisted. I felt devastated and incredibly sad. Throughout the entire day, I attempted to resolve the issue, but the outcome remained the same. As dinner was being prepared that night, Dharshini called me to join her, but I declined, saying that I didn't want to eat. Later, she entered my room with a glass of milk, finding me sitting in the darkness. She urged me to at least drink the milk and asked me what had happened. While recounting the story to her, I became emotional, and she noticed, embracing me tightly. I cried on her shoulder, and she comforted me by saying, "It's okay, sweetie. It's just Instagram. We can create it again." I worriedly asked about my followers, to which she reassured me, "They will come da, don't worry." At that moment, Aditi entered the room and said, "It's okay da, Prabha. I'll help you." It was the first time she called me "da". Her encouraging words warmed my heart, and I gratefully replied, "Thanks!"
The next morning, Aditi entered the room and woke me up, saying, "Wake up, da Prabha! Let's start by creating the profile." She took my phone and began setting up the profile. She asked, "Okay, what name do you like, da?" Aditi hesitated at the suggestion of "Dprabhakar_alpha," expressing her dislike for such a name. I mentioned that the name should be something we both like. Aditi then suggested "Prabha_elsa" based on my fondness for Elsa from Frozen. I considered it, but then I remembered my liking for "El" from Stranger Things. I proposed the name "el_prabha." Without any further discussion, Aditi quickly set the name as suggested and proceeded to use the same shaved face photo as the profile picture. I insisted that she should post the old picture with the beard instead. However, she dismissed my suggestion, stating, "You'll look like an uncle, da! No one will follow you! Trust me, I know what I'm doing, da Prabha." Frustrated, I replied, "I don't think so!"
aditi (Wednesday, 28 June 2023 10:08)
IG CELEBRITY-6
One week had passed, and my new profile had only around 300 followers. I expressed my disappointment to Aditi, mentioning that if I had kept the name of the old profile, some of the previous followers might have followed the new one as well. Aditi reassured me, saying that we could increase the follower count even more. I replied skeptically, "I don't think so, Aditi." She responded, slightly irritated, "So you don't believe me, da?" Just then, Dharshini entered the room and asked what was happening between us. I explained, "Dharshini! Aditi created a new profile for me, but I feel it won't reach the old followers." Dharshini inquired, "Why, sweetie? Why do you think that?" I explained that Aditi had created a new name and used a different picture, and she didn't want me to post the old photos either. I expressed my doubts about the new profile's potential for growth. Aditi became upset and proposed a bet. She said, "Okay, Prabha, let's make a bet. If I can get you more followers than your old profile in a month, then you have to do one thing I ask without rejecting it." I hesitated, considering that my old profile had over 3,000 followers, which I had accumulated over two years. I replied, "Aditi, do you really think it's possible to surpass 3,000 followers in just one month? I've had that many for years." Aditi proposed that if she lost, she would agree to do something of my choosing. I agreed reluctantly, saying, "Okay, Aditi, I'm okay with that." Dharshini intervened, declaring herself the judge of the bet. She confirmed the one-month timeline and the goal of surpassing 3,000 followers. With a light-hearted comment, she said, "You really fight like children! Okay, it's settled! Now, let's all have our dinner."
The next day, Aditi insisted that I shave my face again. I questioned her, asking why, but she simply commanded me to do as she said. Reluctantly, I agreed, and we proceeded to shave my face, including the sideburns. Once again, I took a photo with a similar hairstyle, and we posted it. Surprisingly, within one week, the profile gained 500 followers. However, Aditi seemed disappointed with the progress. She then asked if I had any other outfits, as she felt I had gained weight recently. She went to her mom and returned with a black sweater-like dress with long sleeves. She instructed me to wear it, and when I asked whose dress it was, she evaded the question, insisting I wear it first. I complied and joined her for a photo session. She styled my hair differently and captured several pictures of me. We chose one and posted it. Overnight, my followers reached 1000. The comments praised my appearance, but some questioned why I had a boycut hairstyle.[ https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d5/03/2d/d5032de89934db3d7922bd8ca9ecc579.jpg]
Aditi advised me to ignore the comments and focus on increasing our followers. However, she remained dissatisfied with the progress. Two weeks had passed, and we had only reached the 1000-follower mark, which fell far short of our expectations. Aditi then came up with another outfit—a beige-colored overcoat and cropped pants that reached three-quarters of the leg. She asked me to wear it, suggesting that we go to the park for a photo session. Outside, she handed me her headset and instructed me to wear it. She took numerous photos of me, encouraging me to smile for one particular shot. We selected the best picture and eagerly awaited the comments.[ https://i.pinimg.com/736x/29/e1/01/29e101b84699bdf60fe5dd07d1774337.jpg] I have inquired about the dress and she told that “Its my old dresses da, when I used to be chubby!”
Prakeerthi (Thursday, 29 June 2023 04:57)
Adithi di, very good going.
Sneha (Thursday, 29 June 2023 05:28)
Shrink and expand
My Name is madhu I have resigned my job and today is my last working day, i asked relieving from work immediately but company asked to handover the work before i move. Unfortunately one week before while i was leaving to my home after work. When i was in lift with kiran lift stopped for 5 minutes after we heard huge thunder sound, after that incident everything was normal and i left from their to my office. Next day i was feeling huge stomach pain and i took off from work, I went to doctor but he suggested to go for gynecologists due huge pain i didn't went their after 4 days i felt normal and had a nice breakfast in the pain i didn't observed much my penis size has shrink to 25 % of my normal size penis earlier my penis was 8 inches but now it became 2 inches and it is reacting to masturbation. My penis is not getting harder so immediately i took good gyanec appointment and visited her. She heard totally and asked me to show my penis i was hesitated but she said if you won't show it can't help you. She removed my upper half and checked at my chest.
She said your are changing into woman very fast your boobs are also started growing, Last 4 days the stomach pain you had is your periods. I begged doctor to make me normal but she said you are changing as women very rapidly this time if we do anything it will risk your life. Then what should we do doctor i asked her she said first you become complete woman and then we will think.
I told in my office that i have a tumor in my stomach, so i am going back to my hometown. But i informed my mom about my situation and then she said i always wanted daughter please come and stay with me. I got angry with her words and disconnected the calls, I started feeling sagging at my boobs and not feeling comfortable in men's clothes because my hip size has also became wide. I want to order some female clothes while ordering female clothes i took almost 3 hours there are so many types, patterns in women's dress. I wore nightie inside bra and panty i felt really comfortable and beautiful.
So at last i am leaving the office today, while i am leaving the office i have seen kiran on the roadside. She sat totally in dark when i went their she is crying on the road. I stopped my car and wished her hey kiran good evening she clearing her tears said good evening madhu, what happened kiran why you sat in the dark and why are you crying like this. She said personal problems, i said ok let's drop you at your place, we started to her place and in between i was shocked because i saw huge tower in her skirt. I said in a shock what is this she kept her head down and i stopped car in the dark place where nobody can see us i told her get out she came out and i took her behind the tree and kept my hand in her skirt and removed her penis she is enjoying everything and didn't said anything i gave her good hand job and cum has came out from her penis and it came back to normal position. She said are you gay no i will explain you in the car.
While moving i told all my story and i said that day we both are there when storm fallen and our bodies started changing. She said it means i said yeah i had periods in the last week and my penis is shrink to 2 inches and my boobs started growing. she said that's why you resigned the job i said she said what you do resigning this job. I am changing my residence as a woman and i will try job as new identity but i am not feeling secure to stay single as a woman. She said ok let's shift to my PG and i am moving out any way i shifted her PG and she shifted to Boys hostel.
Please post your comments
Sneha (Thursday, 29 June 2023 08:41)
Shrink and Expand
Everybody in boys hostel started calling Kiran as a flashlight seeing her erecting penis, My position is also same here i got my second periods and my penis was got totally vanished and new vagina has formed and my boobs has round and came in perfect shape. I took A cup bra's earlier but that bra's are not fitting because of my new shapes and Kiran gave me her bra's because they are no use for her for now and i am using her C cup bra's.
We both are unable to adjust to new genders and roles, I always feel like some one starring at my parts and following me where i go, Kiran sent message to her in the villa which is there in out of city, i was terrified to go with her to that because we both changed. I said i have some other work so asked her to met in coffee shop. She said i want to deserted place, I asked her why. She said she want to discuss with me. Then i asked her to choose place near by, she sent location i went their she sat on the bike wearing rugged jeans and shirt. The moment we met without our knowledge we hugged each other affectionately. The moment we hugged our penis got erect and i felt bad and said i hugged affectionately but you have a dirty that's why your penis got erected. She said sorry because of so many reasons please listen to me, you can only help me with this.
She started saying I was very happy being a boy unlimited freedom and nobody cares what i do and you know i told about my situation to my parents they are really happy that they got new son and she asked me did you tell about you in your house, I said no she asked me why. My father always thought i will be his successors and takes care of the family and how can go in front of her.
Kiran: Ok can you help me
Madhu: Whatttt
Kiran: Laughed out loudly and said you are becoming slowly women
Madhu: you also becoming boy
Kiran: I am becoming boy means i am feeling young but you are becoming women means old first enjoy you womanhood for some days
Madhu: What should i do
Kiran: First stop wearing this punjabi suits and sari's like a aunty
Madhu: I want to tell you something if you wont make fun of it
Kiran: Please tell my baby
Madhu: Actually i brought so many modern dress even i am unable to control my feelings, I want to expose my body in different angles and want to have girly fun
Kiran: Wow you are also opening and tell me what is stopping you from doing this
Madhu: First Hostel dress code and second i am not confident to go out
Kiran said wait i will come and she left, I was waiting for kiran in the dark and afraid that some body will come and kiran came she gave me one dress and told me to change. I asked near she said in the woods women has to manage. So i went into the woods and removed salwar tops and wore the dress she brought and removed my hot pant, The dress was in the golden color and i came out kiran was stunned with my beauty..
again her penis erected i hitted on her penis gentle and pressed it down and hugged her she was also smiling about our situations happened to us.
Please post your comments
aditi (Thursday, 29 June 2023 10:04)
IG CELEBRITY-7
I became angry and shouted at Aditi, questioning why she had made me wear her dresses. She looked visibly upset, and I stormed off to the room, sitting on the bed. As I reflected on what had happened, I realized that she was actually trying to help me. None of my own clothes fit me, so she had given me her dresses. Furthermore, the dresses she provided were not overly feminine; they were more unisex in nature. I had overreacted.
Feeling remorseful, I went to visit Aditi, who appeared saddened. I approached her and apologized, saying, "Sorry, di Aditi." She replied, "Just go, da! No need to talk!" I persistently expressed my remorse, assuring her that I would not say anything further. Aditi sighed and admitted, "I did it for your own good, da! You were the one who was upset about the followers." I finally understood her intentions, and she looked at me before embracing me in a hug. There was one more week remaining until the one-month deadline for our bet. However, we still only had around 1,500 followers.
During a meal, Dharshini reminded us, "Sweetie! Don't use your phone while we're eating, and that goes for you too, Aditi, dear." I acknowledged her request, saying, "Okay, Mom." Dharshini then inquired about the bet, asking who had won. I replied, "There's one more week, Dharshu. I'll win, no matter what." Aditi interjected, saying, "Hey, don't say that." Dharshini scolded her, stating, "Aditi, why do you address him without respect?" Aditi defended herself, arguing that I appeared younger than my age. Dharshini sighed and said, "Alright, but I'll win the bet." She left the room in anger.
Later, Aditi entered my room and asked, "Prabha, are you busy?" I responded, questioning why she suddenly addressed me with so much respect. She explained, "When Mom asks me to do something, you haven't done anything. Now you're asking." I smiled and replied, "It's okay, di! Dharshini is like that. I'm fine with it." Aditi handed me another dress, a white t-shirt with long, full sleeves, and asked me to join her outside. We took a photograph and posted it. While the number of likes increased, the follower count remained the same. However, I received numerous comments stating that I looked like a tomboy. I paid little mind to them.
With only two days left, I confidently told Aditi, "You're going to lose. Mine is still at the 1600 mark." She warned me not to get overconfident, reminding me that there were still two more days to go. Aditi pondered all the possibilities, desperate to avoid losing. She brought an olive-colored top and meticulously styled my hair. She even brought a lip balm and insisted I apply it, claiming my lips looked dry. I complied, and we took a photo of me sitting on the stairs. I questioned her, wondering what difference one more picture could make after posting so many already. She simply said, "You will see."
We had dinner and went to sleep. The next morning, as I woke up and checked my phone, I was stunned to see a flood of notifications. My follower count had surpassed 3.5K overnight, exceeding my previous number of followers. I was shell-shocked. Rushing downstairs, I found Aditi with a smile on her face. She asked, "Are you ready now, da?" I couldn't comprehend how it was possible. She smiled and showed me the post she had put on her story, rallying support for me with the words "Support My Friend." It turned out that her single story had brought me an additional 2K followers overnight. Overwhelmed with joy, I embraced her tightly, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
aditi (Thursday, 29 June 2023 10:08)
Updating with images --
IG CELEBRITY-7
I became angry and shouted at Aditi, questioning why she had made me wear her dresses. She looked visibly upset, and I stormed off to the room, sitting on the bed. As I reflected on what had happened, I realized that she was actually trying to help me. None of my own clothes fit me, so she had given me her dresses. Furthermore, the dresses she provided were not overly feminine; they were more unisex in nature. I had overreacted.
Feeling remorseful, I went to visit Aditi, who appeared saddened. I approached her and apologized, saying, "Sorry, di Aditi." She replied, "Just go, da! No need to talk!" I persistently expressed my remorse, assuring her that I would not say anything further. Aditi sighed and admitted, "I did it for your own good, da! You were the one who was upset about the followers." I finally understood her intentions, and she looked at me before embracing me in a hug. There was one more week remaining until the one-month deadline for our bet. However, we still only had around 1,500 followers.
During a meal, Dharshini reminded us, "Sweetie! Don't use your phone while we're eating, and that goes for you too, Aditi, dear." I acknowledged her request, saying, "Okay, Mom." Dharshini then inquired about the bet, asking who had won. I replied, "There's one more week, Dharshu. I'll win, no matter what." Aditi interjected, saying, "Hey, don't say that." Dharshini scolded her, stating, "Aditi, why do you address him without respect?" Aditi defended herself, arguing that I appeared younger than my age. Dharshini sighed and said, "Alright, but I'll win the bet." She left the room in anger.
Later, Aditi entered my room and asked, "Prabha, are you busy?" I responded, questioning why she suddenly addressed me with so much respect. She explained, "When Mom asks me to do something, you haven't done anything. Now you're asking." I smiled and replied, "It's okay, di! Dharshini is like that. I'm fine with it." Aditi handed me another dress, a white t-shirt with long, full sleeves, and asked me to join her outside. We took a photograph and posted it. While the number of likes increased, the follower count remained the same. However, I received numerous comments stating that I looked like a tomboy. I paid little mind to them.[ https://i.pinimg.com/736x/47/32/b1/4732b12fdfd7fc6ef240b8c84b2aef14.jpg]
With only two days left, I confidently told Aditi, "You're going to lose. Mine is still at the 1600 mark." She warned me not to get overconfident, reminding me that there were still two more days to go. Aditi pondered all the possibilities, desperate to avoid losing. She brought an olive-colored top and meticulously styled my hair. She even brought a lip balm and insisted I apply it, claiming my lips looked dry. I complied, and we took a photo of me sitting on the stairs. I questioned her, wondering what difference one more picture could make after posting so many already. She simply said, "You will see." [https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/c3/8b/68c38b496723fe998932716878fdbec6.jpg]
We had dinner and went to sleep. The next morning, as I woke up and checked my phone, I was stunned to see a flood of notifications. My follower count had surpassed 3.5K overnight, exceeding my previous number of followers. I was shell-shocked. Rushing downstairs, I found Aditi with a smile on her face. She asked, "Are you ready now, da?" I couldn't comprehend how it was possible. She smiled and showed me the post she had put on her story, rallying support for me with the words "Support My Friend." It turned out that her single story had brought me an additional 2K followers overnight. Overwhelmed with joy, I embraced her tightly, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
Sravani (Thursday, 29 June 2023 14:53)
Hi all my name is sravan in my family 4 members me mom and dad and sister dad is business man so he is at outside home mostly and mom is home maker and my sister name is somya she studying 2 nd year inter and I am studying 1 year my sister is very beautiful me and my sister are same colour and age gap is just one year in my 7 th class my sister got matured after that she turned very cute and pretty she wore beautiful clothes and my sister and mom are become close and my sister is very beautiful I admire my sister her clothes her beauty some tymes I feel jealous about her In my 10 th holidays one day I saw my sister clothes in my bathroom and I can't control my feelings and wore it give pressure what a fabric and smell of my sister bra giving sensation all over my body I slowly trying my sister clothes when no body in my home and in bathroom some times I don't like my men clothes I attracted to my sister clothes slowly my holidays got over and I join intermediate College in co education in the college when ever I see a girl I want become like that daily I pray God to plz change me to girl after 6 months I can't control my feelings but I don't dare to tell in my house or sister because off pride of our family one day I got depression so much I pray God plz change me to a girl and I swallow sleeping pills slowly I got unconscious then suddenly my sister call mee hey get up its time to go college go and get ready I don't understand how I survive and I slowly going to bathroom and I pee then there no penis I have pussy and I see my self in mirror I was so beautiful and I have boobs and I am in nighty I don't understand what happened.
Sravani 2 (Thursday, 29 June 2023 21:12)
I am terrifying after seeing in mirror like girl I afraid off what my family think then my sister called me cheylli come fast from bathroom i need to go then I slowly came from bathroom my sister somya also in nighty and she going to bathroom she told me to take ur uniform and ready after me u go we need to ho college fastly this day I had work I didn't understand any thing then I opened my cupboard then I saw my college girls uniform and I got shocked then I saw my bag and it's in girly style then my phone it's have pink colour pouch then I open my mobile and see photos with my class girls with my girl attire and I saw so many photos with my sister then my sister comeing out off bathroom wearing only towel up to her chest I closed my eyes then I realised i also girl that's why my sister came front off me like this after that my sister wear her bra and panty and college uniform in front off me I feel shy because I never see my sister in nude after my sister told me to hey sravani go fast to bathroom and come fast then I go to bathroom I removed my nighty and panty then I saw my nude body first time in mirror I am so beautiful actually slowly I got fresh n up squeeze my boobs after that I tie towel like my sister and came out off bathroom then my sister saw mee and she is already ready then I go to my cubbord and taken my bra and panty and I wore it then my college uniform chudidhar then my sister no time for me I brush ur hair today I said ok then my sister breash my hair and she apply simple makeup and matching sticker then we go goto hall and my mom give us breakfast then we goto college with my sister bike I sat on her bike then I thinking what happened that night then I listen god voice i see ur pain that's why I changed u into girl enjoy womenhood and then voice disappeared and I came to sensus
Note . This story is not real it's just my thinking pls don't suside it's just for fun
Harmanpreet (Thursday, 29 June 2023 21:32)
Nandini you are doing amazing babe
Keep writing more often
Deepali Chhakka (Friday, 30 June 2023 03:27)
Aditi - nice story, add humiliation & feminisation of prabha
aditi (Friday, 30 June 2023 09:32)
IG CELEBRITY-7
"Hey Prabha, are you ready?" Prabha, filled with joy, replied that he was ready. "Okay, Aditi di, what do I have to do?" Aditi responded, "You have to pierce your ears. I will pierce my left ear too." Prabha was surprised and said, "How can I pierce both ears, Aditi?" Aditi explained, "That's what the bet entails, dear." Seeing his confusion, she suggested putting up a poll on his account and letting his followers decide. Prabha agreed.
Aditi grabbed her phone and created a poll asking, "Thanks for following! Should I pierce one ear or both?" Surprisingly, 75% of the respondents voted for both ears. Reluctantly, Prabha accepted the decision. As they sat down for dinner, Dharshini noticed Aditi's smile and asked why she was so happy. Aditi responded, "Mom, it's because of the bet we made. I won, and as a result, Prabha has to pierce his ears." Dharshini was shocked and turned to Prabha, asking if he was okay with it. Prabha smiled and said, "A bet is a bet, Dharshini." She agreed and decided to book an appointment for the next day.
Since it was a lockdown, no piercing shops were open. They decided to go to a piercer's home. Dharshini drove them to the house, where a young woman in her twenties welcomed them. Aditi greeted her, "Hi Sneha akka! How have you been?" Sneha asked, "Who's this?" Aditi introduced me as her cousin, explaining that we wanted to get our ears pierced. Prabha looked at Aditi, and she winked at him. Sneha instructed us to come inside.
Sneha trimmed Aditi's hair and began piercing the second hole in each of her ears. She called out, "Sweetie, it's your turn now." She examined my ear and asked how I hadn't pierced my ear until now. I replied, "It got closed, Sneha." Sneha corrected me, saying, "Sneha akka, sweetie." I smiled, realizing that despite my clean-shaven face and long hair, she was actually younger than me. Sneha pierced each of my ears and advised me to grow out my hair. She dropped us off at home, and Aditi thanked her. I stayed quiet, and both of them looked at me. Finally, I said, "Thanks, Sneha akka." She replied, "Anytime, sweetie," and left.
Aditi insisted on me wearing a small hoop earring instead of the stud that was initially put in. Reluctantly, I accepted her suggestion. While we were having dinner, Dharshini asked me how the piercing went. I replied, "It was painful, but it went fine." As I was eating, my hair kept falling on my face, causing a bit of disturbance. Dharshini noticed this and said, "Aditi, bring your headband. It seems Prabha is getting bothered by his hair." I tried to brush it off, saying it was okay, but Aditi went ahead and fetched a comb and a headband. Dharshini gently combed my hair and placed the headband, assuring me it looked fine. However, when she saw me from the front, she was taken aback by the hoop earrings in both of my ears. [https://i.pinimg.com/564x/af/c7/17/afc7172016f8787c71aeecec00d3f75f.jpg]
aditi (Friday, 30 June 2023 09:33)
IG CELEBRITY-8
Dharshini was genuinely surprised and asked, "Prabha, why do you have both ears pierced? I thought we had agreed on just one." I was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. Aditi stepped in and said, "Mom, as per the bet, we decided on ear piercing, but the IG poll suggested doing both."
Dharshini seemed unconvinced and retorted, "So you make decisions based on the internet, Aditi?" I could sense her anger, something I had never experienced from her before. Aditi quickly intervened and asked me to step aside, urging Dharshini not to overreact. I felt like a child seeking shelter, hiding behind Aditi, who stood taller than me.
Dharshini, seeing our close bond and realizing her own reaction, eventually calmed down and said, "It's fine. I was just caught off guard, that's all." She could see that I was a little scared, so she bent down to meet my eyes and reassured me, "It's okay, sweetie. It looks cute! I was just surprised, that's all." I smiled in relief and hugged her tightly around the neck, grateful for her understanding.
Aditi said, "Wear this dress, da! We will take a photo and post it." I wore a dark blue round neck t-shirt with polka dots, and as I was about to remove the headband, she stopped me and said, "It is cute, da. Leave it." So we took a photo and posted it. We received a lot of positive feedback, with comments like "pretty" and "cute," and Prabha also liked it. Many people sent heart symbols and thanked me for accepting their suggestions. I feel so happy, and my follower count reached 4k. I was chatting with Aditi. [https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3a/e3/c2/3ae3c23b797e3263b0e6b6d71821c4df.jpg]
Aditi's 10th-grade classes have started, and she has to attend online classes daily from morning to evening. I am bored, and most of the time, I engage with social media. I rarely reply to messages, but due to boredom, I have started chatting with people as well. They have been praising my posts and accepting the followers' suggestions. I have received some hate comments, but I ignored them as per Aditi's suggestions.
నాని (Friday, 30 June 2023 10:46)
Hi
Koti (Friday, 30 June 2023 11:07)
Aditi super undi story continue cheyandi more episodes
Love (Friday, 30 June 2023 21:27)
Aditi. Awesome story. Continue
Grammar (Friday, 30 June 2023 22:45)
Don't know �
malarvizhi (Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:13)
Hi aditi nice start go with some humilation and teasing some indian costumes and make him younger sister
aditi (Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:36)
IG CELEBRITY-9
Due to online classes, both Aditi and I were gaining some weight. During breakfast, Dharshini advised us to start jogging daily. So, we decided to follow her suggestion and planned to go jogging the next day. Aditi said, "Prabha, we should reduce our weight and also take care of our skin." I replied, "Yes, Aditi, I was planning the same. If the gym were open, I would go there, but since it's not, jogging seems like a good option." Aditi mentioned that there's a nearby ground where we could jog every morning and she offered to wake me up.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/1e/37/381e377a5c04136f5ccf3c75b54d0fa4.jpg
The next morning, Aditi woke me up and said, "Sweety, it's already 6 o'clock! Let's get started." I reluctantly got out of bed and said, "Okay, Aditi, but I don't have appropriate clothes for jogging." Aditi was already dressed in a purple sleeveless top and dark blue 3/4 jogging pants. She went to her room and gave me an olive green hoodie with matching pants. She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail. I put on the outfit, which was extra large for me, and we headed to the ground to start running.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/03/a4/f103a452bb536537a35298832ab1d08f.jpg
While running, my hair kept getting in my way. Aditi noticed and asked, "Sweety, where is your headband?" I replied, "How can I wear a headband outside?" She then asked me to sit down, and she quickly created a messy low ponytail using the band she had. We resumed running, but after just 2 kilometers, we felt tired. We agreed to gradually increase the distance in the following sessions.
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f6/f1/10/f6f110cd6464653c41bced96a0ba0bac.jpg
After running for over 2 months, we have successfully reduced our weight. I have been following a strict diet, which has resulted in additional weight loss, and my skin has become clearer and slightly fairer than before. My hair has also grown well, reaching shoulder blade length, and I now resemble someone in their teenage years. Aditi, being on the taller side, is becoming more fit and looks great. We appear to be in the same age group and have developed a close bond. We have started calling each other terms of endearment like "dear" and "sweetie" along with some nicknames.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/d3/e0/42d3e00fe569409121b06d0f4e262abb.jpg
Dharshini, who used to join us for jogging, started going to the office once a week. On one such occasion, she saw us returning from a running session and exclaimed, "Wow! Sweethearts! Both of you look amazing! I think I should start jogging with you as well!" We were delighted to receive such a compliment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/b8/3f/d2b83fbd3d4f3f40997fbdaa84f0f21a.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/00/f1/b8/00f1b8a055a7b2620df4ca33d6034ec8.jpg
Aditi is wearing a yoga pant and a tight pink sleeveless top with her hair in a bun. As for me, I am dressed in a grey outfit consisting of a top and pants, paired with white running shoes. My hair is styled in a half up ponytail, specifically the crown style popularized by K-POP, which Aditi suggested. We have been consistently sharing our workout videos and photos on social media. Aditi has surpassed the 200k follower mark, while I am approaching 8k followers.
aditi (Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:37)
IG CELEBRITY-10
Aditi had been struggling with her studies due to online classes. The quarter-term exams had recently taken place, and she scored around 300 out of 500 marks. Dharshini, being strict about studies, found out about Aditi's marks during dinner. She questioned Aditi, saying, "Aditi, what happened to your term exam marks?" Aditi replied, "Yes, Mom, I got 300!" Aditi used to score around 400 marks, so this decrease was concerning, especially since the 10th exams were important. Aditi's frustration led her to shout, "Why are my marks so low, Mom? I've provided you with everything—my own room, a computer, and complete freedom. Yet, you can't focus on your studies, which should be your primary responsibility!" Aditi stood there silently, and then her phone beeped.
Dharshini continued, "That's the main problem, your carelessness. You're always on your phone and never concentrate on your studies. If this continues, I'll take your phone away from you!" I couldn't help but laugh at Aditi's reactions. Aditi noticed and exclaimed, "See, Mom! Even Prabha is laughing! He's always on his phone too!" Dharshini didn't spare me either, saying, "Is he the one who's going to take exams? You are the ones who have to write the exams! Do you understand?" She didn't let me off the hook either. "Prabha, don't play with her and always be on your phone. Sometimes I don't know how many children I have!" Aditi chuckled and added, "Prabha should also write the 10th exams," and laughed. Dharshini, feeling upset, went to her room.
I went up to Aditi and hit her playfully, asking, "Why are you dragging me into this, di?" She responded, "I will drag you, da! Always." She hit me back and asked, "By the way, how much did you score in the 10th exams?" I replied, "90%, di." She didn't believe me and accused me of lying. "Don't lie, da! Since no one can verify it, you just make up whatever comes to your mind!" I challenged her and said, "Seriously, di! Okay, if I prove you wrong, you have to post a photo of mine on your profile." I knew she disliked posting others' photos on her profile, so she reluctantly accepted the challenge.
I started searching through my entire Google Drive to find my certificate. Finally, I found it and woke her up the next day, presenting her with the certificate and saying, "Ready to post my pictures, di!" She looked at the certificate and realized I had scored around 91% in the 10th exams. However, when she checked the name, I also realized my mistake. Aditi asked, "Whose certificate is this, da?" I admitted, "It's mine, di," and realized that my full name, "Divya Prabhakar," was printed on it. I tried to take it back from her, but she was taller and stronger than me. She read it aloud and exclaimed, "Oh my god! Really, da! Your name is Divya Prabhakar?" I pleaded, "Yes, di! Please don't tell anyone!" She questioned why I wanted to hide my name, ”Prabha.. Sorry Divya” and I replied, "That's why I changed my name." Aditi hugged me and said, "It's a cute name, sweetie! I don't know why you wanted to hide it. Okay, let's take a photo of you.
aditi (Saturday, 01 July 2023 09:37)
IG CELEBRITY-11
We had planned to go to a nearby restaurant that was open but less crowded due to the pandemic. I was dressed in a loose red round neck top and blue jeans, which now looked even looser on me after losing weight. We arrived at the restaurant and took a few photos there. However, I was unhappy with my hair, so Aditi asked me to sit down, and she started styling it. She took the side sections of my hair, twisted them, and then made a ponytail at the back. My hoop earrings were visible, and I wore red earrings to match my outfit. I had gotten used to wearing earrings now. We took photos of each other while sitting and enjoying our coffee, capturing various moments. After some time, we headed back home.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/8f/58/dd8f5882e5e8fb73404f35d619a54fca.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/93/18/c7/9318c7c6fa76cb97c8e5cb64a4acaa5c.jpg
On the way, Aditi noticed her old friend, Swetha. She greeted her, saying, "Hi Swetha! How are you, di?" Swetha replied, "Hi Aditi, when did you come back home, di?" Aditi explained, "Due to the pandemic, Swetha!" Swetha was slightly shorter than Aditi but still taller than me. She was wearing a white kurta and had her hair braided in a single braid. Her appearance was more homely compared to Aditi, who had a more modern style. They chatted for a while, and then Swetha noticed me and asked, "And who is this cutie?" referring to me. I was surprised by their choice of words since I was almost 10 years older than them. Due to my workout routine, weight loss, and lack of a beard, I appeared younger than my actual age. Additionally, my height made me appear even younger.
Aditi replied, "Oh, she's my cousin! Divya!!" She winked at me, and I playfully hit her hand. Swetha said, "Oh, Divya! Nice name! I'm Swetha, your sister's old classmate, but she seems to have forgotten me!" I didn't know how to respond and stood there without saying anything. Aditi intervened, "Hey Swetha! She's a bit shy around new people, so she may come across as reserved. Don't worry, she's not a kidnapper or anything!" We were both taken aback when Swetha referred to us as sisters. Many people assumed that Aditi was my sister, even though we weren't sure of our exact relationship. But in Swetha's eyes, I was her sister. Just as I was about to say something, Aditi stopped me and said, "She's just a bit nervous around new people, that's all. It seems like a case of mistaken identity!" "Oh, di!" I said dismissively. They continued their conversation for a while and then parted ways.
I asked Aditi why she introduced me as her cousin. She replied, "What else was I supposed to say, Divya? Should I have said you're a friend of my mom's who happens to be with me most of the time?" I thought the cousin explanation was acceptable, but it seemed that Swetha had misunderstood and thought I was Aditi's sister. Aditi found it amusing, and I didn't want to explain the intricacies of our relationship, especially since I had feelings for her mother. I suggested we leave it at that, and we returned home.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw that I had reached 10K followers on social media. I was overwhelmed with joy and went to show Aditi. She chuckled and said, "I already knew, DIVYA! Didn't you see my post?" Curious, I checked her profile and found that she had posted a photo of us from the previous day, tagging it as "Fun Day with my cousin DIVYA."
Fan (Saturday, 01 July 2023 11:00)
Aditi your story is really nice, please write further
Vinay (Saturday, 01 July 2023 13:36)
Aditi super story continue as many episodes as possible
Unknown (Saturday, 01 July 2023 20:11)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/07/chasing-of-dreams-5.html
first sight 1 (Saturday, 01 July 2023 22:14)
divya/d: come one babe, wake up..
sridhar/s, was sleeping tightly even though he could hear his wife's voice half asleep.
sridhar and divya were dressed in matching pyjamas last night,
https://www.pajamagram.com/dw/image/v2/BDKM_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-master-catalog-vtb/default/dw06a9b2d2/images/PJG/gwm023602-bluegratefuldeadpjforhimherdog_feature1_20200908_0837.jpg?sw=350
divya had freshened up today morning and now was in her plain cotton saree, and completing her braid.
d: come on, wake up, you know what time it is?..
sridhar was listening, but instead he was cozying up with the pillows, on the bed..
d: are you kidding me.. she saw his butt wiggle a bit..
she tightly slapped on it..
s: ouch, hey what are you thinking..
d: what am I thinking, do you know what time it is.. with big eyes...
s: I thought it was saturday..
d: it may be holidays for you, but I got to go to work.. and she was smoothening her black lawyer coat..
s: okay, okay I will get ready.. he brushed teeth and came from bathroom..
d: ohh vegetable vendor is about to go.. as she heard him from outside
sridhar realized he had to go to buy veggies from outside, if he missed this street vendor, he had to go out in the burning sun later.. sad part is he doesn't know to ride their car.. so he had to go on a bicycle otherwise.. (their family buys vegetables everyday)
s: okay let me go..
as he was running, he realized his hair was loose.. yes, he did had long hair, not like his wife's butt length hair, but up till his chest..
he was trying to tie his hair, but this slightly sleepy head was having a hard time making a man bun..
d: what are you trying to do mister... with her left hand on her navel.. and comb in her right hand..
s: can't you see.. he says angrily..
divya comes forward towards him, turns him around forcefully..
d: alright then, leave it..
she then did a couple of strokes with the comb and plugged in something..
s: what did you do..
(she heard the vendor again..)
d: go on hurry up.. she patted his butt again...
he forgot about what he asked and took a two steps, and very lately realized it was already twice she slapped his butt since morning..
s: heyy, how dare you, I am your husband..
divya made her eyes bigger as well as to pick up a fight, but then suddenly subdued and crisscrossed her arms and holding her ears.. "sorry, pati ji, do you want me to touch your feet as well" she said sarcastically..
https://i.ytimg.com/vi/4hPapF48dvQ/maxresdefault.jpg
s: alright, alright enough.. he went outside..
as he rushed outside, his cute little bun was bouncing while loosely tied up in this pink claw clip, little did he know how he looked like from behind in the pyjamas, that hairstyle and his not so manly frame..
https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1698/6981/products/1_83b5d5d8-713e-43bc-9682-b9d9a060e948_2400x.png?v=1655761980
Vijay (Sunday, 02 July 2023 04:30)
Aditi super story
Crissy silly (Sunday, 02 July 2023 11:15)
Indian movies where actress disguised in male getup
heyy silly (Sunday, 02 July 2023 23:48)
Watch padutateeyaga,rudramadevi movies in etv win
F3 ,
vasantha (Monday, 03 July 2023 03:09)
Adti super story pls continues pa
Raju (Monday, 03 July 2023 07:53)
Aditi you write a nice story.please continue more episodes
aditi (Monday, 03 July 2023 09:48)
IG CELEBRITY-11
I got shocked and shouted at Aditi, asking her why she had posted the pictures with that name. She grew annoyed as well and questioned me, "Divya, isn't that your name?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, it is my name, but I didn't want it to be revealed like that." Seeing me upset, Aditi came close and hugged me, comforting me by saying, "Sweety, it is your name, and it's much better than Prabha. I like it, and I think everyone else will like it too. I have no idea why you wanted to hide it." She suggested we put up a poll to see what people thought about the name. She took my phone, created a poll asking whether people preferred "Divya" or "Prabha" as a name, and shared it.
Aditi then made me sit at the vanity and started combing my hair, saying, "Divya, you have such beautiful hair. It's growing well too." We continued chatting about various things until it was time for lunch. We headed to the dining hall and continued talking while eating. Dharshini joined us and noticed my new hairstyle. She exclaimed, "Wow! Who did this new hairstyle and all, Prabha?" Aditi quickly intervened, saying, "Mom, I'm the one trying new things. Did you like it?" Dharshini replied, "Yes, sweety! It looks good. Prabha's hair is nice and thick!" Aditi grinned at me, as if to say, "See, I told you Divya!" Dharshini overheard the conversation and thought she might have misunderstood something. She continued talking about their day, and Aditi mentioned that “Mom! Divya had gained 10k followers”. Dharshini became confused and asked, "Who is Divya?" Aditi laughed and replied, "Mom, don't you know?" Dharshini shook her head, indicating that she didn't know. Aditi then proceeded to explain the story of Prabha to her. Dharshini didn't know how to react but said, "Okay. You can still call Prabha, right?" Aditi responded, "Mom, Divya is a much nicer name than Prabha!" Dharshini pondered for a moment and then said, "Yeah, nice only! But I still like Prabha." I smiled at her, appreciating her acceptance.
Soon after, someone approached Dharshini, so Aditi and I left the dining area. Meanwhile, the poll results were in, and it was clear that people preferred the name Divya. Aditi playfully took my phone, changed the name to "Divya_elsa," and handed it back to me.
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/20266267064007331/
Jhanvi (Monday, 03 July 2023 11:59)
Aditi your story is really beautiful, eagerly waiting for next parts.
Mahesh (Monday, 03 July 2023 19:44)
Aditi you writing story is super waiting for next part
Devanshi (Monday, 03 July 2023 23:11)
Hi
Finally Anjali has posted stories on Anjali cross dressing stories.
Radha (Monday, 03 July 2023 23:42)
Can someone post the link to crossdressing fun stories site link?
Venu (Tuesday, 04 July 2023 07:36)
Aditi waiting for your story
aditi (Tuesday, 04 July 2023 09:35)
IG CELEBRITY-12
The next evening, Aditi woke me up, calling my name repeatedly, "Divya! Divya! Wake up!" I slowly emerged from my half-asleep state and asked, "What's going on, Aditi? Can't we go for a walk later?" She urgently informed me, "Divya, it's already evening!" Surprised, I replied, "Oh, then why didn't you let me sleep a little longer?" Aditi insisted, "No, Sweety! We have to attend a wedding. Mom and I are getting ready. Will you come with us?" I hesitated for a moment and confessed, "No, Aditi! I don't even know the people getting married." Aditi reassured me, "Even I don't know them, Divya, but it's a wedding taking place at mom’s friend’s house. I promised her I would bring you along." Reluctantly, I nodded and questioned, "But why should I come, Aditi?" Aditi gave me a determined stare and finally agreed, "Okay, okay! I'll come with you."
Aditi guided me to the bathroom, handed me a towel, and asked me to wash my hair. She left to get ready while I completed my bath and wrapped the towel around me. As I mostly wore clothes passed down from Aditi, I rummaged through my old suitcase in search of an appropriate outfit. Wanting to dress formally, I settled on a white shirt and kept the towel underneath. Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but notice how much weight I had lost. The shirt hung loosely on me, reaching down to my knees. Removing the towel, I realized that I didn't even need to wear shorts beneath it—it was that oversized. While I contemplated my appearance, Aditi burst into the room, exclaiming, "Have you finished getting ready, Divya?" She burst into laughter upon seeing me in an oversized shirt without pants, my hairless legs on display. Chuckling, she asked, "What are you doing, sweetheart?" Attempting to grab the towel, I was stopped by Aditi, who said, "It's already covered, ma! Why are you worrying? Why are you trying to wear it?" Feeling disheartened, I confessed, "My old clothes no longer fit me. I don't know what to wear, and honestly, I don't even feel like going." We tried a few t-shirts, but they all had the same baggy result. Aditi consoled me, saying, "Okay, ma! Wait a moment. Once I'm ready, I'll find something for you. Just comb your hair for now." With a half-hearted "okay," I began to comb my hair. From outside, we heard Dharshini's voice asking, "Is Prabha ready?" Aditi replied, "Mom, his old clothes don't fit him anymore. I'll find something from my old wardrobe." Dharshini responded, "Alright, help me adjust this pleat!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/12/18/4f1218fc0b070184359ad0ed23b445b9.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/43/51/c54351d8f4bff3eff0f7f329789adc1f.jpg
As I scrolled through my mobile, I couldn't resist updating my status about reluctantly attending the wedding. Messages started pouring in, with some urging me to go while others advised against it. A few inquired about my outfit and hairstyle. After about 15 minutes, Aditi walked into the room. She stunned me with her appearance—she was wearing a vibrant red half saree adorned with a golden border. Her blouse had intricate golden designs, and she wore golden bangles on each hand and beautiful golden jhumkas in her ears. Her hair was elegantly styled with flowers. Aditi rarely wore traditional attire, and seeing her in this outfit made her look even more stunning. I couldn't help but blurt out, "Wow, Aditi! Look at you! You look absolutely beautiful! Your dress is gorgeous!" My mouth hung open in awe. Sitting on my bed, I stared at her in amazement. She smiled and affectionately patted the top of my head, saying, "Aww, thank you, Sweetheart! You're so kind." Just then, Dharshini entered the room, dressed in a graceful green saree with silver designs. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun, adorned with flowers. She looked elegant in her saree. Over time, she had gained some weight, making her appear slightly older than when we first met. Nevertheless, she still exuded beauty. I remarked, "You look beautiful, Dharshini." She graciously replied, "Thank you, Sweety!" Aditi interjected, "I'll get Divya ready, Mom. You go ahead and arrange the car."
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4a/ce/3f/4ace3fe32b8040a99f435ce5b5af3c25.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/5c/05/015c05ba3df1ba7bb08e21d95b29c552.jpg
aditi (Tuesday, 04 July 2023 09:35)
IG CELEBRITY-13
"Aditi, did you find anything?" I asked curiously. She replied, "Yes, I have two options for you. Since it's a traditional wedding, we thought you could wear something similar. Let's check out these kurtas." I used to wear kurtas when I was in shape before the pandemic, and I always felt they suited me well, especially with my beard. Aditi handed me the first option, a brown kurta with minimal design and a plain pattern. As I tried it on, I noticed it was a bit baggy. I sighed, "Well, it's from two years ago, so I expected that." I reassured Aditi that it was good enough, and I could manage with it. However, she insisted I try another dress. This time, it was a peach and pink kurta with shorter sleeves compared to the previous one. Even though it had a slightly girly look, it fit me perfectly. Aditi exclaimed, "Wow! That's a perfect fit, Divya! You look wonderful!" Skeptical, I approached the mirror to assess my appearance. I couldn't deny that the dress made me look pretty, and my diligent skincare routine had given my face a brighter complexion, which was further enhanced by the outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/62/83/a7/6283a70dde4bbab59b7a51f68cef1344.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/736x/07/7c/c5/077cc5b1edb63444743198356d163387.jpg
Reluctantly, I agreed to let Aditi style my hair. She motioned for me to sit on the chair as she picked up the comb. I requested a simple ponytail, considering the slightly girly appearance of the dress. Aditi urged me to sit quietly and proceeded to brush my hair meticulously, making it shinier. She combed all my hair backward and then took a small section from the side, brushing it again. Dividing the hair into three parts, she braided those small sections and brought them to the front, combining them into a ponytail. She secured the ponytail with a black scrunchy. To complete the look, she added peach-colored studs and applied a touch of lip balm. Finally, she declared, "Ready!" and showed me the result in the mirror. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—I looked pretty, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to appear that way. I was uncertain about how people would react, especially since most of them wouldn't know me. However, I smiled at Aditi, grateful for all her efforts.
Once we were both ready, we headed outside to get into the car. Dharshini called out to us and asked Aditi, "Isn't it a bit girly, Aditi? Couldn't you find something else? He's my friend," appearing slightly confused. Aditi reassured her, "Mom, this is the best I could find. He's my friend too, so don't worry. It will be fine!" With those words, I climbed into the car. Dharshini turned to me and said, "You look wonderful, sweetie!" I replied with a simple "Thanks," unsure of how to fully embrace the compliment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/81/7a/c9/817ac9dd6308d1f1e0145795fbb8c90f.jpg
aditi (Tuesday, 04 July 2023 10:07)
IG CELEBRITY-14
As we arrived at the beach house, I was astounded by its size. It was already 7 in the evening, and the entire place was adorned with dazzling lights. As we entered the parking area, it was evident that the place was bustling with people. Dharshini dropped us off at the entrance, mentioning that she would park the car and join us later.
Aditi firmly held my hand and guided me towards the house. She was wearing heels, which accentuated her already tall stature. I felt small in comparison. I couldn't help but be amazed by the grandeur of the house and the large crowd, despite the ongoing pandemic.
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Hey, Aditi!" We turned to see Swetha, whom we had met during one of our outings. Aditi greeted her warmly, saying, "Hey, Swetha!" Swetha was dressed in a stunning blue lehenga adorned with golden designs, resembling a half saree. She wore beautiful jewelry, including jhumkas and a necklace, and her makeup was impeccably done. Her hair was styled elegantly, completing her stunning look.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/89/31/c0/8931c02fcca7b2abb788504dcc0df33b.jpg
"Hey, Aditi! What a surprise, di! Wearing a half saree and all!! I thought you would come in a shirt and pants," Swetha exclaimed, expressing her amusement. Aditi joined in the laughter, replying, "I would have, di, but what can I do? My mom insisted I dress like this." Swetha complimented her, saying, "It looks absolutely gorgeous, Di! You should wear similar dresses." Aditi expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thanks, di Swetha! You look gorgeous as well! Where did you buy this lehenga?" They began discussing their outfits, and in the meantime, I pulled at Aditi's hand, trying to get her attention. "What's the matter, Divya?" she asked, concerned. I replied, "I'm feeling thirsty! Also, why is she here?" Aditi explained, "It's actually Swetha's relative's wedding, sweety." Just then, Swetha noticed me and exclaimed, "Wow! Look who's here? Divya, right?" I nodded, confirming my identity. "Hi, di sweety! How are you? Your dress looks so beautiful!" Swetha still believed I was Aditi's sister. I thanked her and then added, "Yours does too, Swetha!" She smiled and pinched my cheeks playfully. "Let's go inside, Aditi! And where is Dharshini aunty?" We entered the venue, and it seemed that many of Aditi's friends were already there, engaging in lively conversations. I started to feel bored.
Jhanvi (Tuesday, 04 July 2023 12:10)
Nice parts Aditi, really amazing. Please do continue with new parts
Anjali Roy (Tuesday, 04 July 2023 13:30)
@ Aditi,
Had to comment, your story is mesmerizing Aditi, keep them coming.
Love. Anjali
CD Tales.
aditi (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 00:05)
Thank you so much For your kind words Anjali! Big fan of you!!
Thanks Jhanvi, venu , Mahesh, vijay , Raju , vinay , fan, malarvizhi, love , koti , prakeerthi for your comments.
Koti (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 01:28)
Aditi super story writer continue more parts
Deepali chhakka (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:48)
Aditi …nice story
aditi (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:51)
IG CELEBRITY-15
As we entered the room, it was filled with four people, three of whom were Aditi's friends, all elegantly dressed and of similar heights. There was also a younger girl, presumably their sister, sitting on a sofa in a pretty magenta frilly dress.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/a9/75/cea97523cf4a189671580bad95dbca37.jpg
The room erupted with excitement upon seeing Aditi, and everyone began hugging each other and exchanging greetings. One of the girls, who was about the same height as Aditi, exclaimed, "Who is this cute little girl?" I looked around to see who she was referring to, only to realize that she was talking about me!
Swetha stepped in and said, "Hey Indhu! This is Aditi's sister, her name is Divya." Indhu seemed surprised and said, "Aditi, I didn't know you had a sister." Aditi quickly corrected her, saying, "No, Indhu! She's actually my cousin."
Indhu came closer to me and said, "Hi Divya! My name is Indhu!" I smiled and replied, "Hi Indhu!" She appeared slightly annoyed and said, "It's Indhu akka for you, sweety!" I was taken aback. I was a guy, older than them, and here they were calling me like a girl and treating me as younger.
I decided to change the topic and asked Aditi, "Shall we go downstairs?" Aditi began to respond, but Indhu interrupted and said, "It seems like you don't give respect to anyone! Your sister Aditi didn't teach you discipline, I guess!" Aditi quickly interjected, saying, "Hey Indhu! Don't scare him... I mean her!" She turned to me and reassured, "Don't worry, sweetie! She acts like that with new people."
I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by Indhu's height and her tone, even though I was older than her.
At that exact moment, Dharshini entered the room and everyone noticed her presence. Swetha greeted her, saying, "Hi Dharshu Aunty! How are you?" Dharshini replied, "I am good, Swethu ma! How are you? You've grown so much, it seems." Swetha laughed and responded, "I am good, aunty!"
Dharshini exchanged greetings with everyone, but she couldn't see me as I was sitting behind everyone on the sofa near the small girl. Dharshini asked Aditi, "Aditi, where is Prabha?" Swetha inquired, "Who is Prabha?" Aditi interrupted and explained, "She is referring to Divya!" Swetha asked, "Where is she then?" Dharshini, in a state of confusion, tried to understand and Aditi reassured her by silently indicating that she would explain later.
Indhu noticed me and called out, saying, "Hey Divya! Your aunty is calling you." I looked at her with confusion, realizing that she was referring to Dharshini, who was supposed to be my girlfriend. I chuckled and exclaimed, "Dharshu! Here?" Dharshini looked at me and approached me. Indhu whispered in my ear, "Don't you give respect to your aunty too?" I ignored her comment.
Dharshini then said to me, "I'll go see my friend and be back soon! You stay here, okay?" I asked, "Can't I come with you?" Dharshini replied, "There are many people there, and you might get bored. Aditi will be here." I turned to Aditi and said, "Aditi, I'll be back in 10 minutes, and then we can go take photos with the couples. Until then, take care of Prabha—I mean, Divya." I heard her words and felt a tinge of sadness as she referred to me as Divya as well.
aditi (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:52)
IG CELEBRITY-16
Once Dharshini left, Indhu approached me and started lecturing me, saying, "Hey Kiddo! Don't you know how to respect your elders?" I retorted, "Who are the elders? You are all younger than me!" Aditi became worried, unsure if the truth would be revealed. But Indhu laughed and responded, "Yeah, yeah! Then how should I address you? 'Akka'?" Before I could say anything, she continued, "So, is Dharshu aunty also younger than you?" I replied, "No, she's not." Indhu came closer and said, "Then why aren't you showing respect to her? You should call her 'aunty.' Do you understand?"
She started pinching my hands, increasing the pain, and added, "You should understand. I know how to discipline mischievous kids like you." I desperately searched for Aditi, hoping she would come to my rescue, but she was engrossed in her conversations and didn't notice me at all. Indhu continued, "Do you understand? I know how to discipline you, Indhu." She stared at me, and in pain, I finally said, "Understood, Indhu akka."
Without much choice, I complied with her demand. Indhu warned, "As long as you're here, I'll keep an eye on you! You can call Aditi by her name, but you must address Dharshu aunty as 'aunty.' If you don't, you'll face more consequences." A girl much younger than me was ordering me around and causing me pain with her pinching. My eyes welled up with tears, and I said, "I understand."
Indhu nonchalantly remarked, "Understand, Indhu." I cried silently, unable to stop the tears, while Aditi noticed what was happening and hurriedly approached me. She scolded Indhu and shouted, "Hey Indhu! Don't act like an idiot! I convinced her so much to come here!" Aditi came close to me and asked, "Are you okay, sweety?" I hugged her tightly and started sobbing for some unknown reason. Indhu said, "Hey, I was just joking! Why are you crying like a child?" Aditi told her to shut up and comforted me, saying, "Shhh! I am here, Divya! Don't worry! No one will hurt you. She's just being foolish. She always likes to correct people." She wiped away my tears and whispered in my ear, "Just bear with it for a while, sweety! We'll leave soon. Until then, please do as they say. Please, for me?" I nodded in agreement.
Dharshini entered the room and suggested that we go downstairs. She called out to Aditi and exclaimed, "Divya, come on! Let's go take some pictures!" I responded, "Okay, Dharshu!" but then noticed Indhu standing near me, so I added in a low voice, "Okay, aunty." Dharshini noticed the sadness in my eyes and asked, "What happened, sweetie?" I was about to say something when I noticed Indhu and the others around us, not wanting to create a scene. Suddenly, I felt a sense of fear.
"Nothing, Dharshu... aunty," I replied, surprising her. Indhu chimed in, saying, "Aunty, you are her aunty, right? So why are you surprised?" Dharshini understood that something had happened. "Yes, Indhu, but she doesn't usually address me that way. That's why," she explained. She took me to the bathroom, washed my face, and asked, "Sweetie, what happened? You can tell me anything."
I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my supposed girlfriend, so Aditi intervened and said, "Mom, Divya and I went on an outing that day. Swetha saw us and misunderstood him as my cousin sister. For fun, I went along with it, but I never expected her to be here." Dharshini began scolding Aditi, saying, "Are you an idiot? How could you say that? Go and tell her the truth!"
I interrupted and said, "Dharshu, don't scold her. It just happened. Let it be for just one day, okay? Let's continue with the charade for today, and we can forget about it from tomorrow." Dharshini hugged me and said, "You are such a sweetheart, Prabha... I mean Divya," and she laughed. I joined in the laughter and said, "Okay, AUNTY! Shall we go?"
aditi (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 09:53)
IG CELEBRITY-17
Then, we proceeded downstairs and began walking. The bride's mother, who happened to be Dharshu's friend, noticed us and exclaimed, "Oh, Dharshu! How are you, di? Somehow you managed to make it here in your busy schedule, it seems." Dharshu replied, "It's not like that, di! The couples look fantastic! Even at your home, you've organized a grand wedding, di." The bride's mother then noticed me and said, "Wow, Dharshu! I didn't know you had two daughters. Aditi, you have grown up beautifully, just like your mom! And you, sweetie, what's your name?" Dharshu clarified, "She's our relative, di. Aditi's cousin." The bride's mother looked at me, and I replied, "It's Divya, di. You look beautiful, di." She laughed, pinched my cheeks, and said, "You're a sweet girl, Divya!"
We then proceeded to take photos with the couples. Along the way, many people asked the same question, and some even commented on why I wasn't wearing more jewelry. Afterward, we sat down for dinner. Swetha was sitting next to me and reassured me not to worry about what Indhu had said, explaining that she can be like that sometimes, but she is also a sweetheart. As we started eating, I noticed there were numerous varieties of dishes available. Aditi and I took many photos in the decorated area, which had a separate section dedicated to photography. When we wanted to take a full group photo instead of just selfies, the small girl who was sitting nearby offered to take our picture. We requested her to take photos of us, and then we wanted to take some with Dharshu as well. Aditi tried calling her, but she didn't respond. So, I went over to her and called her "di," gently tapping her to get her attention. She agreed to come. The small girl remarked, "You look cute," and I thanked her.
We approached Dharshini and informed her that we were ready to leave. All of Aditi's friends were accompanying us. However, Swetha interjected, saying, "Aunty, don't you know?" Dharshini inquired, "Know what, Swethu?" Swetha replied, "We can't leave after 10 PM due to the curfew. We received permission only until then. I thought you were aware. Haven't you packed clothes for tomorrow?" The three of us were taken aback and responded, "No, we didn't know, and we haven't packed any clothes either. I was planning to leave." The bride's mother, who was present, reassured Dharshini, saying, "Don't worry, Dharshu! We have enough space here, and my friend's home is nearby. We can manage, di!" Aditi exclaimed, "Aunty, I don't have any clothes!" Swetha chimed in, "Hey, Aditi! I have extra clothes, di! Or we can check with Indhu as well." The bride's mother assured Dharshini, "I'll arrange a dress for you, Dharshu." I looked confused and expressed my desire to leave, saying, "Dharshu Aunty, can't we just go? I don't want to stay." Dharshini comforted me, saying, "Sweety, it seems we can't. Let's adjust for the night. We'll leave early in the morning!" I didn't care about the dress as I had no intention of attending the morning ceremony. I couldn't help but wonder why I had agreed to come for the marriage in the first place.
Rinku (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 11:31)
Nice story adity
Sudha (Wednesday, 05 July 2023 12:37)
@firstsight please continue ur story
Koti (Thursday, 06 July 2023 01:50)
Aditi nice continue more parts
Jhanvi (Thursday, 06 July 2023 03:38)
Nice parts aditi, continue further
Vinay (Thursday, 06 July 2023 06:21)
Aditi waiting for next part
Sahana (Thursday, 06 July 2023 12:04)
Aditi dear your story is going very nicely, eagerly waiting for next parts
aditi (Thursday, 06 July 2023 13:40)
IG CELEBRITY-18
With no other options, it seemed that we would be staying there for the night. Bride's Mom called out to Dharshini, asking her to join her for some work. Dharshini turned to Aditi and said, "Aditi, let's stay with your friends and find a place for Divya to rest as well." Aditi and her friends started heading upstairs, and I followed along. As they engaged in conversation, I found myself scrolling through my phone, killing time.
To my surprise, the small girl who had been sitting near me approached and asked what I was doing. I replied casually, "Just scrolling through my phone." She peered over and noticed I was on Instagram. Curious, she asked, "What's your account name?" I showed her my barcode, and she eagerly scanned it. After a few moments, she exclaimed, "Wow! You're in the Elite group!" I couldn't help but smile, not fully comprehending what she meant. She explained that the Elite group in their school had over 10k followers, and being part of it was considered awesome. Her compliments made me blush and feel a surge of happiness after the unexpected turn of events.
Introducing herself as Abhirami, she extended her hand for a handshake. I shook it and confirmed that she could indeed call me Divya. Abhirami then excitedly asked if we could take a selfie together. I agreed, and we snapped a photo. In that moment, I felt like a celebrity, basking in the attention and admiration. As we took the selfie, I couldn't help but notice that Abhirami was similar in height to me, which brought a sense of comfort and familiarity.
Before parting ways, Abhirami asked for permission to post our photo on her own Instagram profile and even sought tips on improving her own profile. It was heartwarming to share my knowledge and experiences with her, and I gladly offered some guidance. Little did I know that this chance encounter would lead to a meaningful connection and create lasting memories on that eventful night.
Indhu and Swetha entered the room and noticed me talking with Abhirami. Swetha playfully remarked, "Divya, sweetie! Looks like you've made a new friend here?" I simply smiled in response, not wanting to say much. Indhu then approached and asked Abhirami to get ready for bed, leading her to the room. Abhirami bid me goodbye, saying she would see me in the morning.
Curious about Aditi's whereabouts, I asked Swetha, "Swetha! Where is Aditi?" She replied, "She's downstairs, sweetie. I'll go and ask her to come and get you." With that, everyone left the room, and soon Aditi arrived. Apologizing for being busy with her friends, she asked if I was ready for bed. However, she mentioned that we didn't have a separate room and asked if I could manage sharing a room with someone. I was taken aback by the suggestion and expressed my concerns, saying, "How could I possibly stay with someone, Aditi? I can't stay with any men dressing like this, and girls, no way! Can I stay with you, please?" Aditi reassured me, saying, "We're all staying in the same room, sweetie. Don't worry, I'll arrange something."
Just then, Indhu entered the room and inquired about the issue. Aditi explained that I wanted to stay with her for the night. Indhu, once again, decided to mock me, saying, "Oh, big girl! Need your big sister with you? Are you afraid to be alone, sweetheart?" I chose to ignore her snide remark, focusing instead on finding a suitable sleeping arrangement for the night.
aditi (Thursday, 06 July 2023 13:41)
IG CELEBRITY-19
With no other option available, they led me to a room which happened to be the same room where Abhi was staying. Abhi seemed excited to have me there, saying, "Come Divya! We can stay in the same room!" I was hesitant about sharing a room, fearing how people might react if they discovered the truth about me. I expressed my concerns to Aditi, who whispered in my ear, "Please, sweetie! Just adjust for the night. No one will know. Please!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/18/60/251860e76eb1981a092c6c650b67d629.jpg
Reluctantly, I agreed to stay in the room. Abhi was already dressed in her yellow nightdress with a "Dear Bear" print and her hair in a high ponytail. We started chatting, both of us in our respective dresses. After a while, Swetha entered the room and noticed me wearing the same dress. She expressed concern, saying it might be uncomfortable to sleep in the same dress. Indhu, who accompanied Swetha, asked Abhi if she had another nightdress. Abhi confirmed and handed one to Indhu. Indhu then asked me to change into the new nightdress, insisting it would be more comfortable. Reluctantly, I agreed, addressing Indhu as "Indhu akka" without thinking much.
I went into the bathroom to change, taking off my current dress and examining the one Indhu had given me. It had a similar design, with a teddy bear printed t-shirt and shorts. As I put it on, I noticed that it was quite short, revealing a large portion of my legs and thighs. Thankfully, they were hairless. With a hint of reluctance, I emerged from the bathroom. Abhi complimented the new dress, saying it was a perfect fit and that I looked cute. Swetha, seeing me, offered to comb my hair and asked Abhi for a scrunchy. She then tied my hair up in a high ponytail, securing it with the scrunchy. Swetha affectionately kissed my cheeks and called me "sweetheart," causing me to blush. I mustered a grateful response, saying, "Thanks, Swetha akka!" It was then that Indhu arrived, catching me off guard. She was surprised and pinched my cheeks, urging me to sleep. I asked her where she was going, and she explained that she would be heading downstairs for the mehndi ceremony.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ab/ef/45/abef459cb4d17148b221e74e1eec3c76.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/41/83/af/4183af21e8526e33301d0aa23b0db469.jpg
We had been talking for some time when Abhi decided to show me her profile, proudly displaying her 1k followers. As she spoke about herself, I discovered that she was in the 9th grade and happened to be Indhu's sister, which took me by surprise. Abhi mentioned that she could be unpredictable at times, but overall, she had a good nature and took care of people in her own unique way.
After a while, she turned to me and said, "Shall we go downstairs, Divya? I'd like to apply mehndi on my hand to make it look pretty!" Despite her occasional childishness, I found myself feeling comfortable around her, even though she was younger. With excitement, she pulled me downstairs where everyone was gathered, engaging in the process of adorning their hands with mehndi.
It was at this moment that Aditi noticed my presence and came near me, speaking with affection, "Why are you still not sleeping, sweetheart? Whose dress is this, cutie? It's so adorable!" It suddenly dawned on me that I was still wearing my nightdress. Abhi swiftly interjected, proudly declaring, "I gave it to her, Aditi Akka! Doesn't it look lovely on her?" Aditi responded with warmth, "Yes, baby! It looks incredibly cute! Thank you for that," as she lovingly planted a kiss on Abhi's cheek.
Indhu, intrigued by Abhi's arrival, inquired about her presence downstairs, to which Abhi eagerly replied that she wanted to put mehndi. Without hesitation, everyone joined in, taking turns to decorate Abhi's hands with intricate mehndi designs. While I suggested that we should leave, Abhi persisted, urging me to participate in the mehndi application.
However, I initially declined, hesitant about the time-consuming removal process. Swetha chimed in, coaxing me by saying, "It will look adorable, sweetie! Look, everyone else has done it! You should give it a try too!" Overwhelmed by the feminine activities of the day, I reluctantly gave in, knowing that it would take a week to remove the mehndi, but ultimately succumbing to their collective insistence.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/f2/88/95f2889d3b5bc88f093643aeef712626.jpg
Malarvizhi (Friday, 07 July 2023 05:02)
Hi Aditi story very interesting and make him play with girls especially with abirami while dharshini watching. I like to talk with you do u have fb acct
https://m.facebook.com/malarvili.malar.54 text me that your Aditi story writer
Ajay (Friday, 07 July 2023 06:12)
Aditi super story continue more parts
Fan (Friday, 07 July 2023 09:10)
https://youtu.be/e5zsItx6I-I
I highly recommend you guys to watch this video.
This video simply amazed me.
Cute and lovely Crossdresser.
aditi (Friday, 07 July 2023)
IG CELEBRITY-20
"Wake up, Divya! Wake up!" I heard a weak voice calling out. It grew louder, urging me to wake up promptly. Blinking my eyes open, I found myself staring at a hand adorned with intricate mehndi designs, wondering whose hand it belonged to. It took a moment to realize that it was my own hand and that the events of the previous night had been nothing more than a dream.
As I gradually woke up, I noticed Aditi standing beside me, gently trying to rouse me from my slumber. Still feeling drowsy, I turned my head and rested it on her lap, seeking a few more moments of tranquility. "Sweetie, wake up! It's already late!" Aditi urged, her voice filled with a mix of concern and impatience. Reluctantly, I sat up on the bed, the realization dawning upon me that I was in an unfamiliar place, far from home.
Protesting sleepily, I mumbled, "I'm not coming, Aditi! Let me sleep!" However, Aditi persisted, her voice determined. "What do you mean you're not coming? I have to go to the temple for the wedding soon! Get up, sweetie," she insisted, trying to stir me into action. With a lacklustre response, I finally managed to muster the will to rise from the bed, only to realize that I had no appropriate attire for the occasion.
Expressing my concern, I muttered, "I don't even have a dress! How can I go? Besides, no one there even knows me." Just as despair began to settle in, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Abhi, who had just finished getting ready. Greeting me cheerfully, she said, "Hi Divya! Good morning! The bathroom is free now. You can go and get ready!"
Aditi, ever resourceful, quickly reassured me, "Sweetie! I asked Swetha to arrange a dress for you. Once the wedding is over, we can return to our home." My eyes widened as I took in Aditi's stunning appearance. She was dressed in a breathtaking designer lehenga, an elegant ensemble in vibrant green with exquisite golden patterns. The full-sleeved top and the grand skirt accentuated her beauty, while her flowing hair added an extra touch of allure.
I couldn't help but express my admiration, exclaiming, "Wow, Aditi! You look absolutely fabulous in that outfit!" Aditi beamed with gratitude, replying, "Aww, thanks, sweetie! You will always be my sweetheart. Now, go freshen up first. I'll ask Swetha to assist you." Encouraged by her warmth and reassurance, I gathered my energy and headed towards the bathroom, feeling a glimmer of excitement amidst the unfamiliarity of the situation.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/45/0a/e1/450ae16b0751ff7532d7860c99bb1744.jpg
After freshening up in the bathroom, I glanced at my henna-adorned hand and made a silent resolution to embrace whatever the day had in store for me. Exiting the bathroom, I realized I was still dressed in the same nightdress as before. However, as I stepped outside, I was greeted by the sight of Swetha standing there, donning a lavender gown embellished with shimmering golden glitters. Her hair flowed freely, and her face was expertly made up. Completing her elegant look, she wore high heels that added an extra touch of sophistication.
"You look beautiful, Swetha!" I complimented her with a smile, feeling a sense of awe at her transformed appearance. Swetha returned the smile, pinching my cheeks playfully and expressing her gratitude. She then presented me with a dress to wear, and as I took a closer look, I was taken aback by the outfit she have picked for me. The outfit consisted of a golden silk top with delicate short sleeves, while the bottom was a black skirt adorned with intricate green and golden prints.
It felt like a dramatic departure from my usual attire, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of wearing such an elegant outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f4/ba/51/f4ba51c66001a3bf0fd93f9aa7f1cc39.jpg
aditi (Friday, 07 July 2023 09:32)
IG CELEBRITY-21
"Did you like it, sweetie? This is the only outfit I could find!" Swetha asked, eagerly awaiting my response. I smiled, concealing my inner confusion, and decided to embrace the adventure rather than dwell on my uncertainties. After all, I had resolved to go along with whatever came my way. I reassured her, "It's okay, Swetha! I appreciate your efforts. I'm ready to wear it and enjoy the day."
Swetha urged me to change out of my nightdress, but I hesitated, not wanting to reveal my true identity. However, she insisted, assuring me that she was the only one present. Reluctantly, I made a request, "Please, Swetha Akka, can I change alone? I'll call you once I'm done." Finally, she agreed and said, "Okay, sweetheart! I'll be waiting outside." I removed my nightdress and proceeded to wear the skirt, which came with an attached white top. I tied the rope securely and slipped on the top, pulling it over my head. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly, matching my height flawlessly. I marveled at the coincidence, thinking it was meant to be.
Opening the door, I stepped out, and Swetha exclaimed with delight at the sight of me. She directed me to sit on the vanity chair. Curious, I asked her why she insisted on applying makeup. "I don't want to wear makeup," I confessed. Swetha expressed her disappointment, saying, "Are you really a girl, Divya? Girls your age usually love wearing makeup, but here you are, not wanting any." I was taken aback, wanting to explain that I wasn't actually a girl nor the age they believed me to be. However, I composed myself and replied, "It's not that, Swetha Akka. I just prefer a lighter makeup look." Assuring me, she said she would only do a simple makeup application.
Swetha began by applying a BB cream to my face, ensuring an even complexion. She then asked me to close my eyes as she carefully applied eyeliner, giving my eyes definition. Next, she applied a pinkish lipstick to my lips. Moving on to my hair, she started combing it, creating a middle parting and dividing each side into three sections. From the top of my forehead, she began braiding each side, working her way down. Once both braids were complete, she secured them together with a golden scrunchie, creating a ponytail.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f6/e5/a7/f6e5a702d98f3f925059341242982805.jpg
Swetha delicately removed the earrings I had been wearing, replacing them with a pair that matched the dress, featuring a larger size that suited the overall look. I could feel the gentle weight on my ears, a reminder of the new identity I was embracing. She then adorned each of my hands with two simple bangles, adding a touch of elegance and femininity to the ensemble.
To complete the transformation, Swetha carefully placed a small bindi between my eyebrows, adding a traditional and graceful touch. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, my eyes widened in astonishment. I couldn't believe what I saw reflected back at me—a girl who was undeniably cute and beautiful, adorned with makeup and an attire that accentuated my features in a way I had never imagined. It was a surreal sight, and for a moment, I couldn't comprehend the transformation.
I had always identified as a man with a rugged appearance, and now, standing before the mirror, I was confronted with a completely different image—a person who seemed like an entirely different being. The contrast between my previous self and the person I saw in the mirror was striking. “Thank you Swetha akka!” I appreciated the effort she had put into bringing this transformation to life. Her expertise in makeup and styling had truly made a difference.
aditi (Friday, 07 July 2023 09:33)
IG CELEBRITY-22
Swetha instructed me to go downstairs while she followed behind. As I descended the stairs, it was a new experience for me, as I had never worn a dress designed for girls before. I felt the fabric of the skirt sway with the breeze, brushing against my legs, and a peculiar sensation overcame me. It was a mix of excitement, nervousness, and something indescribable. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, I looked around, hoping to find Aditi or Dharshini.
Suddenly, I heard a voice exclaiming, "Wow, Divya!" The sound seemed to come from a distance, and I turned towards the source. To my delight, it was Abhi who had called out to me. Abhi dashed towards me, and I admired her outfit—a green silk top with golden designs adorning the neckline and sleeves, paired with a white skirt embellished with golden patterns. She wore golden bangles and a diamond necklace, and her long hair was braided in a single plait, adorned with flowers. Surprisingly, her makeup resembled mine, and she wore earrings known as jhumkas. Abhi held a basket filled with flowers in her hands, adding a touch of charm to her appearance.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3e/25/3c/3e253c71448d1e18c13c092201cd91f5.jpg
Overwhelmed with joy, Abhi embraced me tightly, and I reciprocated with the same affection. She exclaimed, "Divya, you look adorable, Di! I never imagined that my dress would fit you perfectly." I was taken aback, realizing that the dress I was wearing actually belonged to Abhi, whom I had perceived as a young girl the previous night. It was endearing to hear her call me "Di" with such fondness, unaware of the significant age difference between us.
"Thank you, Di Abhi! You look gorgeous as well," I responded, my voice filled with gratitude and surprise. Abhi hugged me once more and planted a kiss on my cheek, expressing her gratitude. I was unsure of how to react to this unexpected display of affection, but I cherished the sentiment behind her actions. It was a moment of connection and understanding between us, despite the nuances of our individual circumstances.
In that moment, I realized that the bonds we form with others transcend age and superficial expectations. Abhi's genuine affection and innocent display of love touched my heart, reminding me of the power of friendship and the beauty of unexpected connections. With a smile on my face, I eagerly anticipated the events of the day, knowing that Abhi's presence would make it all the more special.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/a3/e3/d4a3e316d240f3e0cc7aa4c63ff3611e.jpg
Hand in hand, Abhi and I ventured outside, unaware of our spontaneous gesture of connection. We made our way to the garden, where Abhi suggested taking photos. Excitedly, I agreed, and Abhi took hold of my mobile phone, using it to capture the moments.
As she snapped the pictures, Abhi sensed that something was missing. She handed me her flower basket, encouraging me to hold it while elegantly holding the skirt of my dress with my other hand. Posed gracefully, I admired the scene unfolding before me. Abhi showed me the photos, and I was amazed by the results. The images captured our joy and the beauty of the garden setting.
In turn, I took photos of Abhi, capturing her radiance and her enchanting smile. We couldn't resist taking selfies together, capturing the bond we had formed during this memorable day. Lost in our own world of joy and laughter, we were unaware of Swetha's approach.
Swetha, spotting our exuberant activity, called out to us, "Hey, Chellakutties! What are you guys up to?" With enthusiasm, we responded, "Taking photos for our accounts, Akka!" Pleased with our response, Swetha joined us, suggesting that she capture some photos of the two of us together. Abhi and I stood side by side, holding hands, striking poses, and sharing genuine smiles that reflected our inner happiness.
Swetha, satisfied with the photographs she had taken, requested our company as she headed to the temple. Filled with excitement and anticipation for the wedding ceremony, we happily followed Swetha, cherishing the bond we had formed and looking forward to the events that awaited us.
Jhanvi (Friday, 07 July 2023 23:25)
The story is getting more interesting Aditi. Nice story
Payal J (Saturday, 08 July 2023 04:45)
New part of The Porn Star
https://worldofpayalstories.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-porn-star-part-3.html?m=1
Deepali chhakka (Saturday, 08 July 2023 07:08)
Aditi nice events …keep writing
Koti (Saturday, 08 July 2023 08:36)
Aditi waiting for next part
Deepali chhakka (Saturday, 08 July 2023 23:21)
Oh Aditi…don’t stop…make him feminsed humiliated and teased to the extent of making him sissy.
Thirupathi (Sunday, 09 July 2023 04:30)
Aditi waiting for your next part
Sahana (Sunday, 09 July 2023 05:19)
Your story is very nice Aditi, please continue
aditi (Sunday, 09 July 2023 13:03)
IG CELEBRITY-23
The temple was conveniently located within walking distance from home. As we strolled through the crowd, conversations filled the air, with older folks discussing the intricacies of the wedding decorations while people my age excitedly chatted about the bride, groom, and their attire. In the midst of it all, I found myself walking alongside a younger girl, still clad in her dress, giggling together as we admired the photos we had taken. The images looked amazing, enhanced by the editing we had done using a different application. Engrossed in our conversation, I momentarily forgot that I was dressed differently from the usual norms in a public setting.
After a few minutes, we reached the entrance of the temple and stepped inside. We spotted Aditi and her friends, capturing moments through their cameras. Making my way towards them, I gently tapped Aditi's hand to catch her attention. At first, she didn't fully recognize me, but as realization dawned, she exclaimed, "Wow! Divya! Look at you! You look so gorgeous today! Where did you get this dress, sweetie? You look absolutely adorable, cutie!" I smiled at her warm and unexpected response, never anticipating such a heartfelt reaction. I replied, "Swetha Akka gave me this dress, Aditi! It belongs to Abhi." Aditi was surprised by my addressing Swetha as "Akka" (elder sister) even though she wasn't present at that moment. She remarked, "Oh, look at the earrings and everything! You look fabulous, sweetheart!" Blushing slightly, I thanked her for the compliment.
Aditi's attention then shifted to Abhi, and she extended the same compliment to her, saying, "You look gorgeous too, Abhi ma!" Abhi graciously replied, "Thanks, Aditi akka!" Abhi tugged at my hand, signaling me to enter the temple. I informed Aditi that I would join them later, and she seemed pleased that I had found a friend amidst the wedding celebrations, aware of my previous reluctance to attend. Abhi and I eagerly ran inside the temple, joining the throng of people who were already gathered.
Inside, the bride and groom sat before the priest, who was offering prayers. Surrounding them were many onlookers. We positioned ourselves behind the crowd, unable to see the ceremony in its entirety. Indhu noticed our presence and called out to us, "Hey, kiddos! What are you doing at the back? Come to the front, try going behind the brides!" Abhi pulled me along, skillfully maneuvering past the crowd. We found a small space at the back where other children were standing. Holding hands, we engaged in conversation, giggling and laughing as we eagerly awaited the proceedings.
As the priest requested silence, we complied, refraining from speaking for a few moments. Amidst the crowd, a voice rang out, "Aditi, isn't your cousin sister standing behind the couple?" Aditi responded, "Yes, aunty!" It was at that moment that Dharshini noticed me. Another person inquired of Dharshini, "Isn't she your niece, Dharshini? She looks so cute!" Dharshini smiled, surprised to see me dressed in a silk top and skirt typically worn by girls. Throughout the wedding, she had observed me laughing and playing with Abhi, a young girl. Dharshini had expected me to be somber, perhaps wearing a simpler kurta. Now, seeing me in a more feminine attire, she noticed that I seemed to be genuinely enjoying myself.
As the couple exchanged vows and the ceremony continued, we were given the opportunity to shower them with flowers. Once the proceedings concluded, the crowd began to disperse. Amidst the movement, someone in the crowd reached out and pulled me aside. Looking up, I saw that it was Dharshini, dressed in a beautiful lavender silk saree with a golden border and a green blouse that accentuated the colors. She wore large golden jhumkas, and her hair was left untied, a departure from her usual style. She looked stunning, "Wow! You look gorgeous, Dharshu... Aunty!" I said, glancing at the people nearby. Dharshini, though appreciative of the compliment, seemed somewhat reserved in her response. Dharshini took a moment to examine my entire outfit, makeup, and accessories up close. Suddenly, Swetha appeared, holding flower garlands, and offered them to me. Without hesitation, I declined, saying, "I don't want them, Swetha akka." Dharshini then inquired about our dresses and other details, engaging in conversation.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/e0/07/eae00726f33b93f9ce31140a733856c5.jpg
Just as I noticed Abhi's absence, she came over and pulled me by the hand, exclaiming, "Hey, Divya! Come, Di! Let's go and take some photos outside." I requested a moment to wait, as someone called out to Dharshini, saying, "Auntie, someone is calling you!" She acknowledged the call and said, "Okay, we'll talk later." I bid her farewell with a polite "Okay, Auntie," and ran off with Abhi to capture more memories outside the temple.
aditi (Sunday, 09 July 2023 13:04)
IG CELEBRITY-24
After Abhi and I had exhausted ourselves taking photos and creating reels, we decided to take a break in the room after enjoying a hearty breakfast. We sat down together, scrolling through the pictures we had taken and filtering out the best ones. As Abhi started sharing her photos on her profile, she tagged me as well. Reluctantly, I had to accept the tags, allowing the photos to be visible on my own profile.
After a few moments, Abhi turned to me and asked, "Hey Divya! Aren't you going to post any photos, di?" The reality hit me at that moment. I had never posted any pictures of myself in girly outfits before, simply because I had never worn anything quite like it. I was unsure whether to share those photos or not. However, Abhi continued to urge me to post them. It was then that I remembered the advice given by Aditi. Taking a cue from her, I decided to post a picture that only showcased the dress, hiding my face. In the caption, I set up a poll, stating that if the post received 2.5k votes, I would share more pictures. I planned to check the results in an hour, fully expecting that it would be nearly impossible to gather that many votes within such a short span of time.
As I contemplated the situation, Abhi and the others engaged in conversation, leaving me deep in thought. Abhi, in her innocent curiosity, began asking about my school and grade, which seemed amusing considering I was an adult man. I sidestepped some of her questions and diverted the conversation to other topics. She eagerly shared stories about her school and her activities with friends. Despite the lightheartedness of it all, I couldn't help but feel a mix of happiness and sadness. Abhi's unexpected friendship brought joy to my heart, but I knew deep down that it would only last for one day.
One hour passed, and I casually checked my account and the post. To my astonishment, I was greeted with a warm response. The post had received over 3k votes, and countless people were requesting that I share the picture. I was still unsure about posting photos of myself in girly attire, and part of me regretted putting up the poll in the first place. However, I had made a promise, and despite my inner conflict, I decided to honor it. I took a deep breath and posted the picture of myself wearing the dress, holding the flower basket and carefully clutching the skirt.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d4/a3/e3/d4a3e316d240f3e0cc7aa4c63ff3611e.jpg
Aditi and Indhu approached us, inviting us to join them downstairs for a group photo with the newlyweds. As we made our way down, we found Aditi's friends gathered together. However, due to the crowd and the height of the others, Abhi and I struggled to find a visible spot. The photographers suggested that the two of us, being the youngest, sit in front of the couples. I hesitated, but the bride kindly called me over, addressing me as "Chellakutty" and inviting me to sit beside her. I took the seat next to her, feeling a sense of both amusement and irony. Although I was likely older than both the Couples, here I was, sitting among them like a little girl. Abhi happily settled down beside the groom, and the photo was taken.
Afterward, we descended from the stage, and I checked my social media account. To my surprise, the photo I had posted earlier had received 2k likes, and the comments were pouring in. Many people requested more pictures, and my follower count had easily increased by 1k. Filled with excitement, I decided to share the reel we had taken, featuring the trending song and both of us dancing. I tagged Abhi in the post and uploaded it to my account.
The day continued to pass by, and Abhi and I spent a significant amount of time talking and bonding. As evening approached, I found myself sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. Suddenly, Abhi burst into the room, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She asked me, "Divya, have you seen the reels of us dancing, di?" Curious, I admitted that I hadn't checked my profile recently. Abhi eagerly informed me that the reels had unexpectedly gone viral, and my facial expression had become quite famous. I blushed and winked in response. The reels had garnered 100K views, and my profile had rapidly reached 20k followers. Abhi proudly showed me her own profile, which had grown from 1k to 5k followers. Overwhelmed with joy, we jumped and hugged each other, never anticipating that our posts would receive such attention. To express our gratitude, we decided to create another reel and share our appreciation for the support we had received.
Satya (Monday, 10 July 2023 03:39)
Aditi waiting for next part
Butterfly (Monday, 10 July 2023 04:39)
Aditi, I have no words. Such a beautiful story!
I read all 24 chapters in a single read.
Looking forward for more.
Highlights I liked:
The gradual change and entrance into feminity.
The age regression
The way Dharshini found out.
The twist to make Divya, stay longer.
The dress and influence of IG
The companionship of Abhi to guide him through.
The controlling nature of Indhu over Divya.
and lot more....
I am curious to see how this story takes shape.
My suggestions
Bring out the child in Divya, make Dharshini realise the feminity and the child in him and make her suggest or act in a way that would make him feel like a 10 year old. Make aditi her elder sister by calling her akka and other girls as guardian of Divya.
--
Butterfly
butterfly359@protonmail.com
aditi (Monday, 10 July 2023 09:09)
IG CELEBRITY-25
After some time, Dharshini began searching for me and found me sitting with Abhi, holding hands and engrossed in watching our posts gain more views. She appeared angry as she approached us, accompanied by Aditi. Dharshini called my name sternly, and I responded, "Yes, Dharshu Auntie?" Her annoyance was palpable as she said, "Get ready! We will be leaving soon!" I looked at her, hoping we could stay longer. Aditi, seemingly aware of my thoughts, interjected, "Mom, can't we stay a bit longer? I want to spend more time with my friends after such a long time!" However, Dharshini was firm and insisted that we get ready to leave promptly. Reluctantly, I acquiesced, saying, "Okay, Auntie."
We began preparing to leave, and as I started to change out of the dress Abhi had lent me, I asked her, "Abhi, where is my old dress, di? I can give yours back." She reassured me, saying, "It's okay, di! You can bring it to me later." She hugged me tightly and expressed, "I'm going to miss you, di!" I reciprocated the sentiment, feeling a pang of sadness. Just then, Aditi approached and asked, "Sweetie, are you ready to go?" We made our way downstairs, meeting everyone along the way. As we descended, I caught sight of Swetha, who hugged me warmly, saying, "It was so nice to get to know you, sweetheart! I will come and visit you." I smiled and replied, "Me too, Akka!"
We entered the car and began our journey back home. The atmosphere in the car was filled with silence, and Dharshini remained quiet throughout the entire trip. Upon arriving home, we all proceeded to go inside, but Dharshini asked us to wait in the hall.
Dharshini stormed into the hall, demanding that both of us sit down. She took out her mobile and showed us the video I had posted. She asked with anger, "What the hell is this, Praba? Or should I say Divya?" Confused, I replied, "It's my account, Auntie. I mean, Dharshu." She raised her voice again, saying, "I know it's your account! Why on earth are you wearing this dress and dancing with a small girl, and posting it for everyone to see on your social media?"
Feeling scared, I stuttered, "I didn't have any other option. I already said I didn't want to attend the wedding." Dharshini continued, "I understand that you didn't have a proper dress and that you didn't want to come. But today, you don't seem disinterested at all. You appear to be enjoying yourself and playing with a small kid like another child. That's not the person I liked."
Aditi interrupted, defending me, "Mom, why are you scolding him? It's not his fault. It's us who forced him to come to the wedding. He actually opposed it. Due to circumstances, he had to wear the only available dress." Dharshini shouted back at her, "You don't speak! It's mostly because of you. Who told you to introduce him as your cousin sister? Are you an idiot?" Aditi defended herself, "I just said it for fun, Mom! I never expected it to escalate like this." Dharshini added, "You should have some sense in your head. You should have thought about the circumstances." Then, she directed her anger towards me, shouting, "You go and change your dress first! Maybe start behaving like an adult."
Feeling hurt and upset, I quietly got up and walked towards the door, closing it behind me.
aditi (Monday, 10 July 2023 09:10)
IG CELEBRITY-26
Once I entered the room, I undressed myself and started wearing my old pyjama, which looked so baggy on me. I couldn't fit properly and it worried me. Feeling anxious, I removed my ornaments and cleaned my face. Thoughts of what Dharshini had said lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
After some time, Aditi entered the room and sat beside me. Concerned, she asked, "Are you okay, sweetie?" I nodded silently, unable to find the words to express myself. Aditi reassured me, saying, "Mom said those things in anger, dear. Don't take them too seriously. I know you didn't have a choice." I mustered the courage to respond, "But what she said is correct only."
Sensing my sadness, Aditi moved closer and put her hand on my shoulder. She comforted me, saying, "Sweetheart, I saw how happy you were this morning. Don't let this ruin your day. I will talk to her, okay?" She hugged me tightly and added, "I saw your video, sweetie! It's so cute and it's going viral. Your follower count is also increasing!"
With a shy smile, I blushed and thanked her. Aditi left the room, instructing me to change my dress as it looked funny. I made a childish face in response and changed into the outfit I usually wear.
The day passed by quietly. The next day, Aditi came to my room with a request. She said, "Divya, I'm going to Indhu's home to give her the dress I borrowed from her. You have Abhi's dress, right? Can you give it to me so I can return it to her?" Feeling down, I decided to join her and replied, "I will also come with you, Aditi!"
We both got ready and went to Indhu's home. Indhu warmly welcomed Aditi and noticed my presence. She exclaimed, "Wow! Who came to visit us? Our kiddo! Come inside!" I smiled and greeted her before asking for Abhi's room. Indhu kindly showed me the way, and as I entered the room, Abhi's eyes lit up with excitement. She rushed over and hugged me tightly, saying, "Wow, Divya! I didn't know you would come, Di!"
Returning her smile, I informed her that I had brought her dress. She eagerly pulled me to sit on her bed, and we began talking. Sensing something was wrong, Abhi asked, "Is anything bad, Di?" Overwhelmed, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer and hugged her tightly. Through my tears, I managed to say, "Dharshu Auntie scolded me so badly, Di."
Abhi held me close and reassured me, saying, "It's okay, dear! They don't understand us, Di. Don't worry, it will be fine." Her comforting words provided some solace, and I began to feel a sense of relief. Abhi asked me to stay seated while she combed my messy hair and tied it up in a high ponytail with a scarf.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cb/02/49/cb0249c8dc29b2046d1140ba8abd593f.jpg
We arrived home, and I decided not to join for dinner. I stayed in my room, avoiding any interaction with Dharshini. I felt hurt by her outburst. After all, it was her decision to attend the marriage, and she had left me without taking care of me. Now she was blaming me as if it were my fault.
Dharshu knocked on the door and asked, "Shall I come in?" I remained silent, scrolling through my mobile. She gently stopped me and said, "I should not have shouted at you!" I continued to stay silent. She added, "What do you want me to do? Okay, sorry! Sorry, Divya! Please forgive me! I know it's my mistake for forcing you to come to the marriage. I just didn't want you to be alone at home, that's why I asked you to come. I didn't realize that Aditi had told her friends about you like this. It's partly her mistake too."
Still remaining silent, I listened to her. She continued, "It's also your mistake. You should have asked for a different dress and Mehandi. Why didn't you? And calling me 'auntie' and Aditi's friend 'akka,' it made me angry. Then I saw the video, and it made me even angrier."
I finally spoke up, clearing the air, "What do you want me to do, Dharshu? Everyone thinks I'm Aditi's cousin. I know she said it in a playful manner, but people took it seriously. I had to go along with it. On the first day, I was already in a bad mood. But the next day, I noticed that you all felt bad for bringing me there. So, I decided to mingle with the people and play along. It was only for one day. What did you want me to do? Create a scene and announce to everyone that I'm not Aditi's cousin but your boyfriend?"
Dharshu understood my perspective and said, "Okay, Praba! I mean, Divya! It looked cute as it was! I'm sorry!" She hugged me and asked me to come down for dinner. Both of us went downstairs, and as we walked in holding hands, Aditi winked at me. I realized that Aditi had explained everything to Dharshu. We all had dinner together.
Aditi Fan (Monday, 10 July 2023 10:29)
https://youtu.be/0OU2ifjBkAM
Wow!!!! you are really awesome Aditi
Reading your story and imagining Diyva as the girl in this video is really breathtaking. Super story. Continue Aditi
aditi (Monday, 10 July 2023 12:53)
IG CELEBRITY-27
Some days passed by, and I started searching for something to work on as I had been idle for a long time. I was out of touch and had already spent my earnings. Time was passing by, and I continued with my routine with Aditi, focusing on running and maintaining a healthy diet. My hair had grown long, reaching well below my shoulders, and I mentioned to Aditi that I needed a haircut. However, I felt somewhat attached to my hair and liked the idea of it growing even longer, so I was in a dilemma.
My skin had become shiny and fair, and I started reaching out to my previous clients through email, inquiring about any new work opportunities they might have. Unfortunately, many of the clients were facing a recession and were hesitant to outsource work. In order to secure any projects, I had to lower my rates. I still wore Aditi's old clothes, but they were also becoming worn out, so I planned to buy some new clothes.
After a month, I received an unexpected email from one of my customers. They were willing to give me a project on a larger scale, something I never expected to receive at this time. I felt overwhelmed and grateful for the opportunity, even though I would only receive payment once the project was completed. I was okay with that arrangement and felt excited about the project. When Aditi saw my happiness, I told her about the new project and mentioned that we could go out the next day, and I would cover the expenses. She too felt overwhelmed and happy for me.
Since I didn't have the money required for the outing, I had to borrow it from someone. It was the only option available to me at that moment. Aditi got ready, wearing blue jeans that reached three-fourths of her legs, a pink top, and she put on sunglasses. We were both ready to go to the mall.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f6/99/1b/f6991b29a9da05e0487a83653159655b.jpg
I was wearing a white t-shirt with a pink company logo printed on it, paired with semi-torn jeans that reached my calves. I had on white sneakers and carried a leather bag, while my hair was styled in a low ponytail. We arrived at the mall, which had less occupancy than usual. We found a coffee shop and sat down to talk. I mentioned to Aditi that I wanted to buy some outfits for myself since I didn't have anything to wear apart from her old clothes. Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind saying, "Divya! Divya!" I turned around and saw Abhi standing there. She was wearing a black hoodie with a denim jumpsuit and ran towards me. I stood up and hugged her, genuinely surprised to see her. "What are you doing here, Abhi?" I asked. Abhi replied, "Oh, I just tortured Indhu to bring me to the mall to buy something, di! What about you? It's a pleasant surprise to see you here." Indhu joined us and said, "Looks like both the kiddos found each other again!" I remained silent, and she added, "So, Divya, you don't know how to respect your elders, it seems." I felt irritated but managed to say, "Hi Indhu akka! How are you?" Although I wasn't pleased to see her, she and Aditi hugged each other and began chatting.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/7b/2e/31/7b2e31518615336a7a06c823fef136cd.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/47/30/5c/47305cbac2a4784f97c5966ad5054d4c.jpg
aditi (Monday, 10 July 2023 12:54)
IG CELEBRITY-28
I had informed Abhi that I also wanted to buy something. Aditi and Indhu went to buy coffee for us, and I had already given the money to Aditi to handle. When they returned with the coffee, I noticed a different expression on Aditi's face, and I could sense that Indhu was in an unusual mood as well. I discreetly signaled Aditi not to mention the project work since they still perceive us as cousin sisters, and I didn't want to jeopardize anything. She nodded in agreement.
We began conversing, and Aditi started sharing stories about her school friends, classes, and the increasing number of followers on her social media account. She asked why I had been less active on social media lately. Explaining that I had been preoccupied with my projects, I mentioned the lack of time to engage online. It seemed she had messaged me on a different platform, so I shared my number and suggested we chat there instead.
Suddenly, Indhu interrupted and proposed, 'Shall we visit a dress shop to buy some new outfits?' As we headed in that direction, we stumbled upon a hair salon. Aditi reminded me, 'Divya, remember you wanted to cut your hair? Should we do it now before going to the dress shop?' Curious about my plans, Abhi inquired, 'What are you going to do with your hair, di?' I replied, 'I was thinking of going for a short cut, di!' Abhi was taken aback and responded, 'But your hair is already short, di! It just reached below your shoulders! Leave it to me; come with me!' She playfully pulled me inside the salon, and I went along.
Aditi informed the receptionist that we would return to settle the payment and mentioned that they would join us in an hour. As time passed, they arrived to pick us up and called my name. I walked slowly, and Aditi eagerly asked, 'Sweetie, show me your hair!' When I turned around, she noticed that instead of a short cut, my hair had been neatly trimmed and styled in a subtle U-shape, with a slight curl at the bottom. Additionally, they had added subtle highlights in a lovely shade of brown, giving my hair more volume than usual. Abhi came over and exclaimed, 'Akka! Do you like her hair? It looks even more beautiful now, doesn't it?' Initially, I had intended for a more boy haircut, but it ended up being a feminine hairstyle. Indhu seemed surprised, struggling to contain her reaction, while Aditi warmly commented, 'Oh, it looks beautiful, sweetheart! Are you happy with the haircut?' I glanced at Aditi, knowing she understood my initial intention, but Abhi eagerly awaited my response. So, I smiled and replied, 'Yeah, I really like it! Thanks, Abhi!' Abhi seemed pleased, and she even mentioned that they had tidied up my eyebrows, which they had only just noticed.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9d/0e/94/9d0e94a54108860a8fc60fdc02ab1255.jpg
She took a photo of me and insisted that I post it on IG. Reluctantly, I opened my profile after a long time and uploaded the photo with the tags #NewHairCut and #NewDay. I also tagged her in the picture. However, deep down, I had the intention of removing the photo later and eventually getting a boyish haircut. As we headed towards the dress shop, my enthusiasm was lacking. We entered the shop, and Abhi asked, "What are you planning to buy, di?" I wanted to purchase some boys' clothes, but due to the circumstances, I couldn't express that desire. So, I replied, "Nothing, di! You go ahead and buy; I'll buy later." Even though I considered her a friend, I couldn't reveal my true identity.
Indhu sarcastically remarked, "You said you wanted to buy something, right? Abhi will help you select good dresses." Abhi pulled me towards the girls' section, where she usually shops. We browsed through various feminine dresses like jumpsuits, skirts, and different styles of pants. She even convinced me to try on several of them. After some time, we left the shop with numerous purchases for me, as well as items that Aditi bought for herself. They bid us farewell and went their own way.
Upon reaching the parking area, I asked Aditi, "Should we go back and return these dresses? I can't wear them." Aditi responded, "Sweetie, it's a non-refundable shop! We can't exchange them." I inquired about the remaining amount from the money I had given her. She informed me that most of the money had already been spent. I was shocked and unsure of what to do next.
Anil kumar (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 03:39)
Aditi waiting for your next part
Vasantha (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 03:47)
Aditi your story very super pls continues pa
Satya (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 07:39)
Aditi waiting for your reply
Deepali Chhakka (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 11:00)
Aditi -super story
Jhanvi (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 11:45)
Nice parts Aditi,
Please continue..
aditi (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 12:35)
IG CELEBRITY-29
Once we arrived home, Dharshu greeted us with excitement. Spotting me, she exclaimed, "Hey, Divya! It seems you haven't cut your hair much! Show me, sweetie!" Reluctantly, I hesitated to reveal my hair, but Aditi chuckled and playfully nudged me towards Dharshu. With astonishment, Dharshu's eyes widened as she observed my girly hairstyle, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected change. Despite her surprise, she tactfully refrained from commenting and instead shifted her attention to my face, which appeared noticeably clearer and shinier. Eager to see more, she eagerly asked me to show her the dresses I had purchased.
As she opened the dresses, a look of bewilderment crossed Dharshu's face. She discovered that every single one of them was a girl's dress. Confused, she asked, "What is this?" Aditi promptly stepped in, explaining the situation to Dharshu, who couldn't help but burst into laughter. Amidst her laughter, she inquired, "Couldn't we have exchanged the dresses? Couldn't you have avoided selecting those?" Trying to justify my decision, I explained that I had assumed they could be exchanged later. Comforting me, Dharshu assured, "Don't worry; we'll find some alternatives."
Left with little choice, I stowed away the dresses in the cabinet, contemplating the wasted money that now held no value for me. Meanwhile, I had begun working on a project with a strict deadline looming a few months ahead. Regular progress updates were required, and I had to ensure I met the expectations. However, amidst the distractions, I couldn't resist noticing the flood of likes and comments pouring in on a post I had shared. People were requesting more regular updates, expressing their longing for my posts. Regrettably, I had squandered a day or two without fully dedicating myself to the project's requirements.
Determined to rectify my lack of understanding, I delved into the project, but its complexity quickly overwhelmed me. The once-familiar coding seemed elusive, leading to a barrage of errors that persisted for weeks. I tirelessly attempted to comprehend and troubleshoot the issues, but progress remained elusive. Frustration plagued me, and during mealtimes, my demeanor grew increasingly despondent. Sensing my distress, Dharshu approached me one evening, concerned about my troubled state. Pouring out my frustrations, I confessed my struggles with the project. Without hesitation, she offered her help, examining the errors and swiftly resolving them. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I embraced her tightly, expressing my heartfelt appreciation. "Thank you," I whispered. In response, she reassured me, "It's okay, sweetie! Now, let's ensure you finish the rest on your own. It wouldn't be ethical for me to take over."
While I navigated the challenges of the project, Aditi embarked on her own academic journey. However, she faced difficulties with the mathematics subject, consistently receiving subpar marks. Witnessing Aditi's struggles, Dharshu scolded her during mealtime, urging her to seek assistance. To my surprise, Dharshu turned to me, requesting my aid based on my exceptional math performance during my 10th grade. Eager to support Aditi, I accepted the task, receiving her textbook for reference.
With great anticipation, I opened the book, ready to impart my knowledge. However, as I delved deeper into the pages, the subjects appeared foreign and unfamiliar. The once-strong foundation in mathematics crumbled beneath the weight of new concepts. Aditi, hoping for guidance, presented me with her questions, but I found myself struggling to provide answers. Frustration consumed me, and Aditi, sensing my faltering confidence, posed a question that pierced my heart. "Divya! Did you truly achieve those remarkable scores? You appear more perplexed than me!" Deflated, I attempted to clarify my expertise, but my explanations fell on deaf ears.
Finally, Dharshu intervened, taking on the responsibility of guiding Aditi through her mathematical challenges. Though disappointed in myself, I couldn't deny the relief that washed over me as Dharshu stepped in, ensuring Aditi received the assistance she needed.
aditi (Tuesday, 11 July 2023 12:36)
IG CELEBRITY-30
A few days had passed, and a heavy cloud of dissatisfaction hung over me. I struggled to regain my usual productivity, as everything suddenly felt complex, hindering my ability to concentrate on my tasks. One evening, Aditi approached me with excitement, exclaiming, "Divya! We're attending a birthday party next week! Do you want to join?" However, I was exhausted and overwhelmed with pending work, so I declined her invitation. Aditi dropped the topic and shifted to discussing unrelated subjects, trying to lift my spirits. Despite putting in long hours, I found myself unable to make any meaningful progress. Frustration settled within me as I retired to bed early, hoping for a fresh start the next day.
To my dismay, I woke up late in the morning, realizing that I had overslept well into the afternoon. Surprised that neither Dharshu nor Aditi had woken me up, a growling hunger urged me to search the kitchen. Unfortunately, there was nothing available, leaving me with only a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. I heated the milk and poured it into a glass, attempting to appease my hunger. Curiosity piqued, I decided to check on Aditi and see what she was up to.
As I opened the door to her room, a surprising sight greeted me. Aditi was nowhere to be found, but her friends Indhu, Swetha, and a few others were busy getting ready for an event. Initially closing my eyes, I questioned their presence, "Where is Aditi?" Indhu, one of Aditi's friends, looked at me and replied, "Oh, kiddo! Didn't they tell you? We're heading to a birthday party! We're getting ready for it too!" Suddenly, my memory jogged, recalling Aditi mentioning the party to me earlier. Accepting the oversight, I retreated to the solitude of my own room, carrying my lingering mood with me.
The stillness was interrupted by a knock on my door. Indhu entered the room and inquired, "Hey! Aren't you coming to the party, pretty girl Divya?" Irritation bubbled up within me, and I responded curtly, "No, Indhu!" Undeterred, Indhu approached me, saying, "Oh! Looks like someone forgets how to respect their elders?" Frustration surged through my veins, causing me to snap, "Indhu! I'm not in the mood! Just go out!" My impatience was evident in my tone. Sensing my annoyance, Indhu settled beside me, offering an attempt at conversation. She asked, "What happened, kiddo? You seem so upset. Is it because of me, or are you always like this?" Just as her friend entered the room, interrupting our conversation, Indhu hurriedly asked her to get ready, indicating their impending departure. Before leaving, Indhu turned to me once more, asking, "Kiddo, are you sure you don't want to come?" Firmly, I reiterated my decision, refusing to change my mind.
Indhu, in a playful challenge, declared, "Bet that I can make you laugh!" Annoyed by her persistence, I retorted, "I'm not in the mood to laugh, Indhu! Please, just go!" However, she disregarded my request and urged her friend to record the moment. Without warning, she initiated a tickling assault on my side. My ticklish nature immediately took over, causing me to involuntarily jump and emit a chuckle. Indhu claimed her victory, but I stubbornly denied it, urging her to cease. Despite my pleas, she continued tickling me on both sides, resulting in bouts of uncontrollable laughter. Struggling for breath, I desperately attempted to push her hand away, but to no avail. The tickling intensified, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Panic rising within me, I pleaded with Indhu to stop, my laughter turning into a plea for mercy. With a sudden burst of strength, I managed to push her hand away forcefully. Unintentionally, the force of my action caused my hand to connect with Indhu's face, resulting in a resounding slap. The room fell into an unsettling silence, punctuated only by Indhu's teary-eyed expression and her touch to her chin, which revealed a cut with a trickle of blood. The atmosphere weighed heavily with regret and disbelief.Indhu is crying and swiftly leaves the room. Panic washes over me as I desperately plead, "Sorry, Indhu akka! I didn't mean to hit you! I am truly sorry, akka!" But Indhu doesn't respond and silently moves away from the room. Her friend, still holding the recording phone, stands frozen, seemingly unaware of the sudden turn of events. Both of them depart, leaving behind an eerie silence.
Moments pass, filled with an uncomfortable stillness, until I hear the door open once more. It's Swetha. Anxious and remorseful, I call out to her, "Swetha akka! I really didn't mean to hit her!"
Koti (Wednesday, 12 July 2023 07:57)
Aditi waiting for next part
aditi (Wednesday, 12 July 2023 10:07)
IG CELEBRITY-31
Swetha went into the room and shut the entryway and put the lock. Swetha approached me and requested that I stand and I was continue to make sense of her about how I didn't hit her purposefully. She sits on the Bed and pulls me and made me lie on her lap and began smacking my base. First smack came vigorously and she said "How might you venture to hit her like that?" I didn't anticipate that she should smack me like that and I'm attempting to make sense of. Second smack came so more diligently and she said "How dare a man of your age could a hit a smack like her?" That's what I heard and got frozen, she know my character? From when that's what she knows?. Two smack understood "Do you figure we don't have a clue about your character?" Many smacks followed and I'm attempting to liberate myself from her hold as it heightens the aggravation. I can't do as her hold is so difficult and I'm frozen the amount she knows. I'm wearing a night pajama and she began smacking more. My eyes are minimal watery yet I'm simply doing whatever it takes not to cry when a little kid is smacking me like some baby. She Powers and began eliminating the gasp. I attempted to oppose yet she powerfully eliminated and began hitting me in exposed skin. Smacking becomes more enthusiastically. She told "Do you have at least some idea that we have the video of you hitting Indhu?" I have acknowledged it later as it were.
Don't have the foggiest idea what to do. She added "Do you have any idea about what will occur assuming anybody realizes that you utilizes another personality and hit a young lady?" I'm attempting to make sense of however she is no temperament to tune in. She gazed hitting all the more strongly. Absent a lot of decision I began crying I can't hold more. I sob hysterically and tears are moving in my eyes.As we heard a knock at the door, Swetha quickly made me stand, but I struggled to put my pants back on. She insisted that I leave them as they were, and fear consumed me, rendering me motionless except for my tears. Swetha gestured for me to place a finger on my mouth, and I complied, trembling with anxiety. She opened the door to reveal Indhu standing there, her expression filled with concern. Indhu immediately questioned Swetha, "Swetha! What are you doing? What did you do to her?" Angered, Swetha replied, "What 'her'? That's a grown man dressed like that. He hit you badly! So I showed him what happens when he harms a girl." In a hushed voice, Indhu pleaded with Swetha, "Di, nothing happened! It was just a reaction. Please, let it go." Swetha ordered her to remain quiet.
Approaching me, Swetha began to speak, "We know that you're a guy. We were fine with you dressing that way since it doesn't harm us. But your behavior, it's rude." Through my tears, I managed to stammer, "Sorry, Swetha! I didn't mean to hit Indhu!" Swetha responded, "It seems like you behave better when you're dressed as a small girl. So maybe we should make you a small girl so that you'll act appropriately." Confused and frightened, I asked, "What do you mean, Swetha?" Swetha asked Indhu for her mobile phone and proceeded to show me the video. It clearly captured the moment when I hit Indhu, and Swetha warned me about the consequences of exposing a grown man hitting a teenage girl. Shocked, I realized that my entire life could be ruined. The thought of potential imprisonment filled me with fear, causing my legs to tremble uncontrollably.
aditi (Wednesday, 12 July 2023 10:08)
IG CELEBRITY-32
Swetha sternly instructed me to put on the pants, while her words lingered in the air, "Do you want me to tell this to everyone?" Fearful of the consequences, I quickly responded, "No, Swetha." She glared at me, her anger palpable, and demanded, "What did you say?" Sobbing uncontrollably, I mustered the courage to plead, "No, Swetha akka! Please don't show it to anyone." She let out a small smile and stated, "That's better. So here's the deal: if you don't want us to show it to anyone, you'll have to do whatever we say. Consider it punishment for what you did. Otherwise, we'll have to consider alternatives." Realizing the gravity of the situation, I immediately agreed, my voice filled with desperation, "I will do everything you tell me, akka! I will do it."
Swetha continued, "Let's test your commitment. Go and ask Indhu for forgiveness until she says she forgives you." Trembling, I approached Indhu and whispered, "Sorry, Indhu!" Suddenly, I heard a cough from Swetha, urging me to express my remorse more sincerely. Tears streaming down my face, I pleaded, "Sorry, Indhu akka! I am truly sorry! I never intended to hurt you, akka! Please forgive me." Indhu remained silent, while I sobbed uncontrollably. Driven by a desperate need for redemption, I fell to my knees, pleading for her forgiveness. To my surprise, she interrupted my desperate display and gently urged me to stand up, saying, "Okay, Divya! I forgive you, for now." Grateful, I whispered, "Thank you so much, akka!"
Approaching Swetha, I requested, "I did what you asked, akka! Could you please delete that video?" Swetha burst into laughter, a laughter that seemed to hold a tinge of malice, and said, "Do you really think this one thing will solve everything? Do you have any idea how angry I am with you?" Crestfallen, I kept my head bowed in submission. She continued, "This is just the beginning, Divya! Firstly, you will address all of our friends as akka. You will behave as you did during that wedding, like a small, respectful girl, not the rude person you've been. And yes, it includes Aditi!" Shocked by the unexpected demand, I protested, "Akka! I've never called her akka before! If I start now, she'll question it." Swetha laughed mockingly and retorted, "That's not my problem! You'll have to manage. You must call her akka, as well as address Dharshu as auntie. If we find out that you've revealed what happened, we'll take action regarding the video." Helpless, I simply nodded in agreement.
Swetha declared, "Get ready! We're going to the birthday function, and you're coming along." Taken aback, I pleaded, "Please akka! Just leave me at home." Laughing, she dismissed my plea, saying, "Go and take a shower first. I'll decide what you're going to wear. Don't defy us, or you'll only end up in more distress." With a heavy heart, I entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Overhearing their conversation, I could hear Indhu questioning Swetha about her intentions. Swetha silenced her, and as the water cascaded over my body, I stared into the mirror, contemplating how I had arrived at this bewildering and seemingly inescapable situation.
heyy aditi (Wednesday, 12 July 2023 11:51)
Dont mix friendly crossdressing stories to sissy stuff
Jhanvi (Wednesday, 12 July 2023 11:54)
Aditi these parts are really more interesting...
malarvizhi (Thursday, 13 July 2023 07:22)
hi aditi swetha is innocent character and indhu only rough character i think u changed names but its ok its good keep going and forced him to pierce nose and make him wear halfsaree in front of dharshini
Satya (Thursday, 13 July 2023 08:33)
Hi Aditi waiting for next part continue as many as more parts
Aditi (Thursday, 13 July 2023 10:10)
Hi all, I just thought of changing and giving it as a twist. Now chanting the last two chapters as I didn't exactly likes it. Will post the chapters again
aditi (Thursday, 13 July 2023 12:30)
IG CELEBRITY-31
Swetha sensed my trembling fear and sat down beside me on the bed. Seeing the fear in my eyes, she gently touched my shoulder and asked, "What happened, sweetie?" Overwhelmed by the weight of everything, tears streamed down my face as I began to pour out my heart. Swetha embraced me, offering comfort and solace, as she whispered, "Shh! Shh! Divya! What happened, sweetie?" I cried uncontrollably, allowing all my pent-up emotions to release. Swetha continued to console me, understanding that I needed this moment to let it all out. Gradually, my sobs subsided, and I managed to regain some composure.
Swetha tenderly asked, "What happened, sweetheart? Swetha akka is here for you. I'll talk to Indhu. I know it was an accident." Just as she spoke, Indhu entered the room, applying an ice pack to her injured chin. Upon seeing me, she recognized the remnants of my tears and realized the emotional toll it had taken on me. Indhu reassured me, saying, "Okay, kiddo! Don't cry. I'll get my revenge! For now, it's fine." Relief washed over me, and Swetha hugged me, reaffirming her earlier words. I mustered a smile, grateful for their understanding and forgiveness. Their friends arrived and urged Swetha and Indhu to get ready. Swetha turned to me and questioned, "Aren't you coming, sweetie? Why did they leave you alone at home?" I responded, "It's fine, akka! I can manage on my own." Indhu interjected, "Yeah, yeah! We've seen how well you can manage, kiddo! Go and get ready. We'll be back in 10 minutes." Reluctantly, I relented to their insistence, my fear fueling my compliance. Swetha scolded Indhu, saying, "Why can't you say it in a nicer tone? Idiot!" With that, they headed towards their room to prepare for the event.
I stood in the shower, the water cascading over me, hoping that this outing might offer the relaxation I desperately needed. After a few minutes, I stepped out, clad only in my undergarments, and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I scanned the cabinet for an appropriate dress to wear, the door suddenly swung open, catching me off guard. Instinctively, I hurriedly closed the top of my towel without fully comprehending the reason for my sudden reaction. It was Indhu, adorned in an exquisite party gown, the vibrant yellow color reminiscent of sunlight, with a matching skirt adorned with a green flower design to enhance its beauty. She accessorized with large earrings that perfectly complemented the outfit. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, Indhu akka! You look absolutely stunning! Your dress is so elegant." She smiled in response but quickly dampened my excitement, reminding me, "Don't think this compliment and excessive praise will make me forget the pain of the blow you delivered." In an instant, my joyful expression faded into one of remorse.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5c/66/6e/5c666ed95b0956d8b6048de5e92636ce.jpg
Curious about my current task, Indhu asked, "What are you doing, kiddo?" She proceeded to adjust my towel, moving it from my waist to my chest, explaining, "Even though you're wearing undergarments, you should drape the towel like this. Doesn't your Aditi akka teach you that?" Reacting impulsively and without thinking, I blurted out, "Don't say anything about Aditi akka." In a mocking tone, Indhu retorted, "Okay, okay! Your Aditi akka is great! That's why she left her sister at home unattended."
aditi (Thursday, 13 July 2023 12:43)
IG CELEBRITY-32
Indhu rummaged through the cabinet to find a dress for me and suddenly realized that I had bought new clothes but hadn't opened them yet. "Hey! Why haven't you opened the dress yet?" I didn't know what to say, so I replied, "I'm saving it for special occasions, akka!" She found something and handed me a dress to wear. As I looked at it, I asked her, "Akka! Do I have to wear this?" She replied, "Well, what else? Do you want me to dress you? Go and wear it and come, di!" Reluctantly, I went to check out the dress. It was a green crop top with frills on the sleeves, made of net fabric. I tried on the top, and it barely reached my hips. Then I examined the skirt, a long peach-colored one with prominent hip design. I had worn this skirt once before at a wedding, but this one seemed even more feminine. I thought my entire purchase would be in vain, but it turned out I was using one of the dresses after all. I wore it and returned to the room. She glanced at me, nodded, and asked me to hurry up and sit on the chair.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/9b/17/6d9b17ae00e444873bd231a1f28b0fc9.jpg
She began combing my hair and realized it was tangled. Angrily, she scolded me, "Can't you maintain your hair, di? Why is it so messy? How often do you brush it?" I smiled and replied, "Once a week, akka!" She was shocked and exclaimed, "Once a week? You idiot! You should brush it every day to keep it nice and maintained! Also, at least oil your hair twice a week. I don't know what your sister is really doing. She doesn't even teach you anything, and here you come saying, 'Don't say anything about my Aditi akka.'" I chuckled a little and said, "Yeah! Don't say anything about Aditi akka!" She started brushing my hair, focusing on the middle partition, and began putting my hair into high pigtails, securing them with scrunchies. She asked, "Can we keep this hairstyle?" I looked at myself in the mirror and replied, "Akka!! No, it looks too girly, like a small girl." She laughed and said, "You are a small girl, after all!" She then started undoing the hairstyle and tried a different approach.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/38/83/31/38833161def54e78059ee6fb0b699edc.jpg
She parted my hair in the middle again and divided it into three sections on each side. She started braiding each side and used scrunchies to secure the braids. She showed me the finished hairstyle: double braided pigtails.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/62/33/ac/6233ac226163bfbba250f3adc22a8908.jpg
She proceeded to work on my face and noticed that my eyebrows were a bit messy, so she began plucking them. "Akka! What are you doing?" I exclaimed. She reassured me, "Don't shout, di! I'm just cleaning up the mess. No one will believe you're a girl with such untidy eyebrows." In my mind, I thought, "They shouldn't think of me as a girl. I'm a grown man, for God's sake." Despite my thoughts, she finished plucking, and I could see that my eyebrows looked somewhat feminine. Next, she applied eyeliner and mascara to enhance my eyes, followed by light makeup and a subtle shade of lipstick to my lips.
Just then, Swetha entered the room and spotted me, exclaiming, "Wow! Divya sweetie! You look amazing! There's something different about your face. Your eyebrows are nicely shaped. It suits you, dear!" It was only then that I noticed myself in the mirror and saw the noticeable change in my eyebrows. Indhu chimed in, saying, "Appreciate the artist, di!" She proceeded to put on large earrings that matched the dress and placed a bindi in the middle of my eyebrows to complete the look.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/bf/04/99bf04d148949a85b00afa970ab4cf5b.jpg
IG CELEBRITY-33 (Thursday, 13 July 2023 13:00)
Swetha went outside to start the car, and we followed suit. Sitting in between Indhu and her friend, I realized that Indhu could be bossy at times, but she had also been kind. It was thanks to her that I was able to go out today. However, my thoughts drifted to what Dharshu and Aditi would think of me. I had told them that I wouldn't be attending the event, but here I was, not only at the function but also dressed in this attire. My mind was clouded with thoughts as the weather mirrored my internal confusion.
Finally, we reached our destination, and everyone began to disembark from the car. I stepped out slowly, looking around for Aditi and Dharshu. Indhu urged me to move faster, but I continued to walk at a leisurely pace. Upon entering the hall, I was met with a room full of people and elaborate decorations. My eyes then caught sight of a door, and I ventured outside to explore the garden area. That's when I spotted Aditi standing at a distance.
She was dressed in a beautiful pastel blue lehenga with white accents. Her top was a sleeveless white blouse, paired with a golden net-designed skirt in shades of white and blue. A blue shawl added to the overall elegance of her attire. Her face was perfectly made up, and she struck poses for the camera, wearing minimal jewelry. As I started making my way towards her, she continued posing, unaware of my presence at first. Then, she noticed me completely, and her expression shifted to one of surprise. She stopped taking photos and began walking towards me.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/71/b1/4371b17dfc55bec7ebae41028028ba75.jpg
As I walked towards her, we were both surprised and embraced each other affectionately. It was evident that she had missed me. Aditi began examining my dress from top to bottom, taking note of my girly hairstyle, and exclaimed, "Wow! Sweetie! I never expected to see you here! You said you wouldn't be coming to the function, so I didn't wake you up and came alone. If you had told me, I would have gotten you ready." I replied, "I didn't have a plan, I just woke up late. Swetha and Indhu akka convinced me to come as I was alone at home." Aditi added, "Look at you, sweetheart! It seems someone is wearing a new dress and showcasing their beauty. You look fantastic, sweetie!"
She then noticed my face and eyebrows, exclaiming, "Divya! Who did your eyebrows? You look gorgeous, di divya!" Unintentionally, she used a female pronoun while referring to me and kissed me on the cheeks. I chuckled and said, "Indhu akka did it! I told her not to, but she scolded me and said that my Aditi akka wasn't taking proper care of me." Aditi was surprised to hear that and asked, "What did you say to her?" I replied, "I told her not to scold my Aditi akka because she takes care of me so well and she's incredibly sweet, unlike you." Aditi was taken aback by my response and said, "Am I really that sweet and kind, Chellakutty?" I hugged her tightly and said, "You are the sweetest of them all, my dear Aditi akka."
She was surprised by the sudden display of affection, as we both knew each other's true identities. She noticed that no one else was nearby, and I had always called her Aditi before. She looked surprised and asked, "Aditi akka?" It was then that I realized I had called her akka. "Oh, sorry Aditi! It just slipped out! Is it wrong that I called you Aditi akka?" She hugged me again and said, "Aww!! No, Divi! You can call me akka! I'm just surprised because you call my friends akka and not me." She kissed me on the cheeks, and I realized that she had also expected the same and said, "From now on, I will call you Aditi akka!" She responded, "You are the sweetest thangachi one could have!"
aditi (Thursday, 13 July 2023 13:27)
IG CELEBRITY-34
The sweet moment was interrupted by the combination of Indhu and Swetha akka's kind and rude banter. Indhu remarked, "Looks like the small girl has finally found her non-caring akka." Swetha quickly hit her hand and I protested, "Akka! Don't call Aditi akka like that! I told you she's the sweetest akka!" Indhu mockingly replied, "Oh, now the small devil is getting angry! Okay, madam! I won't say anything about your precious akka!" Indhu and Aditi hugged each other, engrossed in their conversation, while we continued strolling around the garden. Aditi held my hand the whole time, a gesture I wasn't used to, but it made me inexplicably happy.
Eventually, we entered the hall and started making our way upstairs. That's when we noticed Dharshu descending the stairs. She was dressed in a magnificent blue silk saree with a designer blouse. Her elegance was enhanced by the exquisite jewelry she wore, and the way she carried herself in the saree. Her hair was styled in a bun adorned with flowers, and she casually chatted with her friends as she descended the stairs.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/12/25/ad/1225ada5cb345723c5e93d99020e6dba.jpg
Aditi greeted her mom, saying, "Hi Mom! Look who joined us at the party?" Dharshu noticed us but engaged in a conversation with Indhu and Swetha before she spotted me. At first, she wondered who the little girl was, but then she realized it was me. Dharshu expressed her surprise, asking, "Hey Divya! How did you come? You said you wouldn't be coming to the party?" She was slightly annoyed that I was still wearing the girly dress, but she knew there must have been a reason and calmed down. I replied, "Indhu akka and Swetha akka made me come." Then, I added, "Aunty!" Swetha chimed in, saying, "Yeah, Dharshu aunty! She was staying home alone, and I wasn't sure if she could handle it, so I brought her here." Dharshu understood the situation and remarked, "You're always a sweet girl! It was she who adamantly said she wouldn't come, so I left her at home."
With that, everyone began making their way upstairs. Aditi was engaged in a conversation with someone, so I called out to her, saying, "Aditi akka! Come on, we're going upstairs." Dharshu overheard it faintly and thought she might have misheard.
As we reached the upstairs area, we noticed someone sitting in the swing, posing for photos. She was wearing a lovely lavender dress with black accents, looking off into the distance. Suddenly, I realized that it was my dearest Abhi. I couldn't contain my excitement and shouted, "Abhi!" She turned towards the sound and spotted me. A big smile spread across her face, and she swiftly ran towards me, enveloping me in a tight hug. "Dhivu! When did you come, di? I asked Aditi akka, and she told me you wouldn't be coming," she exclaimed. I replied, "Yes, di! I initially had no plans of coming, which is why I told Aditi akka that. But then I felt like coming, di. I never expected to see you here!" Abhi chuckled and said, "Everyone here is my family friend, di! I missed you so much. You didn't even reply to my messages, di." I apologized, saying, "Sorry, Abhi ma! I was caught up with some work, di." She teasingly responded, "School work, huh? I have the same, di! These online classes are so boring." How could I explain to her the nature of my work and projects? I simply smiled back and we started chatting away.
In the midst of our conversation, Aditi called out to me, asking if I was coming downstairs. I reassured her, saying, "Aditi akka, you can go ahead. I'll talk with Abhi and join you later."
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/26/8b/19268ba260c785b70acaf89d7db49bea.jpg
Vinay (Friday, 14 July 2023 05:08)
Aditi waiting for next part
Jhanvi (Friday, 14 July 2023 08:43)
Nice parts Aditi, loved the plot
Krish (Friday, 14 July 2023 10:13)
Aditi super undi story continue cheyandi
Sahana (Friday, 14 July 2023 10:51)
Aditi dear your story is awesome.
Thank you so much for posting the stories daily.
t (Friday, 14 July 2023 13:07)
t
aditi (Friday, 14 July 2023 13:22)
IG CELEBRITY-35
As Abhi and I engaged in a lively conversation, a familiar voice called out Abhi's name. Abhi turned around and rushed towards the person, embracing them tightly. To my surprise, a tall girl stood beside Abhi, and a young girl, Yamuna, joined their joyful reunion. After a round of introductions, they approached me. The tall girl, named Gowri, inquired about my identity, and Abhi introduced me as Divya, emphasizing that I was her cousin sister.
We exchanged warm handshakes, and I was delighted to meet Yamuna, the youngest member of their group. With a radiant smile, Yamuna addressed me as "Divya Akka," recognizing our age difference. I couldn't help but notice her youthful charm and her long hair cascading down her back. It was revealed that Yamuna was in the 7th grade, adding a youthful energy to our gathering.
News of my affiliation with the Elite group on Instagram piqued their interest. Gowri expressed her astonishment and eagerly requested to see my profile. Excitedly, I shared my profile with them, revealing a follower count of 25K. Their eyes widened with surprise, and they couldn't contain their enthusiasm. They urged me to post a photo, insisting that I tag them as well. It was a refreshing reminder of the joy that came with feeling like a celebrity, even if just for a moment.
With a smile, I agreed to their request, and we immersed ourselves in a spontaneous photo session. Each person took turns capturing cherished moments on their respective cameras. Amidst the laughter and playful banter, Aditi akka noticed our antics and mischievously proposed taking photos together for her own profile. I playfully swatted her arm and replied, "Akka, don't tease me!" The air was filled with contagious laughter as we embraced one another warmly, cherishing the newfound bond between us. The camera continued to capture the essence of our joy and camaraderie, freezing those moments in time for eternity.
After posting the pictures and tagging everyone, the response was overwhelming. Comments poured in, with people expressing surprise at the fact that I was Aditi's little sister. Aditi's friends also started following me, and my follower count began to increase rapidly. I was taken aback by the sudden attention and felt a sense of excitement I had never experienced before.
Yamuna, in particular, approached me with gratitude, saying, "Thanks akka! Thanks for tagging me!" I smiled and replied, "You're welcome, Yamuna!" Our bond grew stronger, and she began tagging me in her own posts. It was heartwarming to have such a close connection with her.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e9/4c/27/e94c270eb5a60ebe46f48b1b8351c3a9.jpg
As the function progressed, it was time for the birthday girl to cut the cake. A grand cake was presented before her, and she started slicing through it as we all joined in singing "Happy Birthday." The room was filled with joy and merriment as everyone took turns capturing photos with the birthday girl.
aditi (Friday, 14 July 2023 13:25)
IG CELEBRITY-36
After enjoying the cake, we found ourselves seated in the garden, engaging in lively conversations. I sat alongside Abhi and her friends, while Dharshu joined us a little later. Dharshu noticed me chatting with the friends and came closer, asking, "Sweetie, did you have the cake and snacks?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, auntie! I did." She smiled and said, "Okay, dear! Let me know if you need anything." I expressed my gratitude and continued to socialize. However, my attention kept shifting back to the posts I had made, as they garnered more likes and engagement. I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and excitement, even though the posts had a girly vibe to them. I relished the attention I was receiving.
After a while, Aditi akka and her friends arrived, their laughter echoing throughout the gathering. They exuded a vibrant energy, capturing everyone's attention. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I observed their close-knit bond and how they seemed to be the center of attention. I seldom had a group of friends like that. As they settled near us, Aditi akka sat beside Dharshu auntie, and they began chatting. Dharshu turned to Swetha and asked, "Swethu ma! Is your mom coming to this function, at least?" Swetha smiled and replied, "I hope so, auntie!" Upon hearing this, Abhi leaned closer to Gowri, and they exchanged murmurs about something.
Wanting to share the excitement, I called out, "Aditi Akka! Did you see the post?" Dharshu auntie overheard and was taken aback by my use of the term "akka" to address Aditi. She turned her gaze towards me, and Aditi responded, "I'll check, sweetie!" Dharshu couldn't contain her curiosity and asked Aditi, "Why is Divya calling you Akka?" Aditi replied, "We'll talk about that once we get home, Mom." It was then that I realized I had referred to her as akka without even thinking about it.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/49/72/77/4972774feabfca3a4e1262178d8e4b07.jpg
After some time, a woman in her forties made a grand entrance into the garden, immediately garnering everyone's attention. Swetha rose to greet her, embracing her warmly. The lady, named Meena, reciprocated the gesture. She exuded confidence, dressed in a stunning yellow cotton saree with a pink and golden designer blouse. Adorned with heavy jewelry, she had a charismatic presence that commanded respect.
As Meena entered, Dharshu auntie also stood up to greet her. They exchanged pleasantries, with Dharshu inquiring about Meena's well-being and the state of the school. Meena responded positively, and Aditi akka also greeted her respectfully. Abhi, Gowri, and Yamuna followed suit, addressing Meena as "Madam." Meena acknowledged their greetings, noting that everyone seemed to be present, and inquired about their studies. In unison, they replied, "Yes, studying well, Madam!" She invited them to take their seats, and they obliged.
Curiosity piqued, I turned to Abhi and asked, "Why do you call Swetha's mom 'Madam,' di?" Abhi explained, "She is the principal of our school, di!" Suddenly, it made sense why Swetha's mom commanded such respect. Meena engaged in conversations with everyone, with Swetha sitting close by.
aditi (Friday, 14 July 2023 14:30)
IG CELEBRITY-37
After a while, Abhi and her friends began planning to move to another location. Abhi asked if I was ready to join them. We planned to slip away quietly as they made their move, but Meena noticed my departure. She called out, "Hey, little girl in the green top!" I realized she was referring to me and responded, "Me, Auntie?" She confirmed, "Yes, you! What's your name? I feel like I've seen you here before." I replied, "Divya, Auntie! I'm new here, Auntie!" Swetha added, "Mom, she's Aditi's cousin sister, Mom!" Meena expressed surprise, saying, "I never realized Aditi had a cousin of this age!" She turned to me again and asked, "Which grade are you studying, dear?" Caught off guard, I didn't know how to respond and blurted out, "I'm not studying, Auntie!" Instantly, I realized I had misspoken. Meena looked confused and inquired, "How come you're not studying? You're around that age, right?" Dharshu quickly stepped in, saving the situation, "Oh, Akka! She's not studying this year! She was studying in another state, but due to the pandemic and some unforeseen circumstances, she had to shift here." Meena sympathized, saying, "Oh, that's unfortunate, Dharshini! Can't she study via online classes?" Dharshu continued, "The school she was attending doesn't have such facilities, Akka. It's also closed due to the pandemic!" Meena nodded, understanding the situation. She then asked, "In which grade was she studying there?" Dharshu realized the dilemma and replied, "She was in the 9th grade, Akka." I stood there in shock, hearing her claim that I was attending school, which would mean I was academically behind even Aditi. I felt perplexed and uncertain.
Meena contemplated for a moment before suddenly speaking up, "Dharshini, you're her guardian, right? Bring her to my school on the 1st of next month. I will conduct a test and enroll her in my school."
Dharshu and Aditi were clearly shocked by Meena's unexpected offer, but with little choice, they reluctantly agreed. I stood there, feeling as if my entire world was crumbling around me. Dharshu looked at me with a reassuring gaze and asked me to trust her. I left the scene, holding onto the hope that Dharshu would find a solution.
Abhi joined me and eagerly exclaimed, "Hey Divya! You're coming to our school, it seems! Try joining my class, di!" She was excited about the prospect of us being classmates. Despite my confusion about the whole situation, I didn't want it to dampen the enjoyable day I had been having after a long time. So, I embraced the moment and engaged in conversation with Abhi. We continued to enjoy the evening, relishing each other's company.
As the night progressed, we made our way to the dinner hall where a sumptuous meal awaited us. We all had our dinner, one by one bidding farewell and departing. Yamuna, the sweet young girl, bid me farewell with a smile, addressing me as "Divya akka." She left a positive impression on me. Abhi hugged me tightly before leaving. Eventually, Dharshu called us to leave, and I inquired, "Where is Aditi akka?" Realizing my slip, I corrected myself, "I mean, where is Aditi?" Dharshu assured me that Aditi would join us shortly, and we made our way out. Aditi, clearly troubled by what had transpired, asked Dharshu, "Mom, why did you say those things?" Dharshu replied, "We will discuss it at home."
Sravan (Saturday, 15 July 2023 08:40)
Aditi super undi story waiting for next part continue more parts
Jhanvi (Saturday, 15 July 2023 09:30)
Aditi, your story is so much beautiful.
anjali (Saturday, 15 July 2023 09:47)
Aditi your story is very beautiful, aditi has become elder sister already in the story, now i want to see how dharshu becomes divya's mother now.
Dancer 27 (Saturday, 15 July 2023 16:37)
Please read my dancer story from engcom 20-21 page, starting from comment 822, and engcom 22-23 page, starting from comment 709, It is my favorite story, and wanted to continue a few parts.
I got ready at home https://i.pinimg.com/474x/d3/67/ed/d367ed4d8e95135dce9ad2c68c0bd41c.jpg, and As I reached the office, and started working, gita passed me from behind, and stopped in front of me talking to somebody.. but staring at me with slight angry eyes..
I looked at harshita, and she turned towards me, sighing what's wrong..
harshita slided her chair towards me..
gita also walked towards me...
h: hey gita..
g: hey harshu, and hello anu, how are you..
a: mind your words gita..
g: ohh anu what happened, did you loose your purse sweetie, let me know if you need some spare hair pins or lipstick as such..
a: GITA.. I shouted... people around me turned towards us, and hesitantly slipped away..
I was holding my head, gita is irritating me..
h: it's okay da anu, sorry anup, she might be just jealous of your new hairstyle..
just then I realized.. and made my eyes big..
h: ya, you kind of made me jealous as well, we could see it looks so long after straightening, kind of double than mine.. and she slowly drawn her cute little chest length braid on to her shoulder and showing me..
a: well, what should I do, if you wanna cut it short.. I raised my voice
h: ohh easy there anup, not every body is lucky to have wife and maid, taking care of our hairs..
a: hey, my maid doesn't do my hair.. I said angrily
h: okay da, I am just saying, you atleast have maid, cool down... whatever...
I didn't know how am I that stupid to carry a women's purse to office earlier, gita still remebers it..
However, It was a good day, I was elated after getting some praises for my work.. It was almost dark by the time I reached home..
I knocked on the door.. and as I saw sonam, 'Wow" was all I could say.. my old wifey is back..
https://e0.pxfuel.com/wallpapers/824/274/desktop-wallpaper-malavika-mohanan-dress-pink-saree-malavika-mohanan.jpg
though not like a traditional girl like before, but a modern elegant house wife, in her fancy red saree, earrings and, with her wonderful straight hair middle parted half up hair with a fancy stone barettee.
sonam: how do I look..
I was still phased out by her eternal beauty..
sonam: hello anup.. she hold my chin and shaked my face.. "how do I look" loudly..
I realized and said "amazing, just wow" I was thanking god for bringing back my lady again..
a: is anything special, I doubtlfully asked..
s: are dumbo, didn't I tell you I got a promotion this morning..
I felt happy, but immediately realized she never refers me like that.. I said whatever and entered the house.. to find the surprise, it was well decorated for dinner..
s: do you like it..
a: yes it's amazing, I love you sweetie..
s: love you too anup, why don't you get freshened up and get ready for our dinner, renu is about to finish with the dishes..
a: absolutely...I ran in with elation..
as I entered the shower, I imagined all kinds of things, and also had thoughts of enjoying with sonam on bed tonight, after our dinner...
I walked out of the shower, with towel and hair in a bun..
was suddenly surprised renu was there..
a: what are you doing here..
r: ohh, sonam madam told to give you these clothes for tonight..
a: I know what to wear, you go..
r: no, madam told you have to wear these only..
a: alright I will wear it, you go..
I took them up and saw, why did she want me wear kurta, okay whatever, if my wife dresses so beautifully for me, I could do this, and I wore it..
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E-c8-PNUUAU6zq7.jpg:large
then renu entered the room again..
a: what again..
r: sonam madam took over the kitchen my part is done, looks like she is preparing a dessert/sweet for you..
ohh 'sonam herself was looking like a dessert, why does she need a dessert for me' I was blushign myself imaging it...
r: are you okay??
a: I am fine, what are you here for then..
r: ohh, madam told me to help you get ready..
a: well, I can do that by myself..
r: no, no, looks like you could use some help, btw, you look cute in that red chudidhar anup..
I was shocked,,,
r: yes it is, didn't you know the difference sweetie..
wtf, what's gotten into her, she was all commanding now, renu was in a blue cotton saree herself, with her hair in a top bun, and bindi, and bangles like a regular maid.
Dancer 28 (Sunday, 16 July 2023 00:12)
renu maid in blue saree with hair bun,
https://external-preview.redd.it/SMOAm2QRP7hZxQLbotA4nT3BN7-xCwLuJEYwzr4UMd0.png?width=640&crop=smart&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6cc1c7d5b5a8d83821e50ca8a7ea66f992b10e77
flashback: A few mins before Renu came to Anup's room.. (Sonam's perspective)
s: Ohh this looks delicious..
r: yes madam..
s: come taste it..
r: wow, your husband is lucky today..
s: Ohh thank you..
not just my husband, I hope Siddu likes it too.. I giggled to myself Imaging
s: also, can you do me one help..
r: absolutely..
s: take that red dress from my cupboard, also since I am busy here, help him dress up, okay..
r: dress ??.. she looked confused..
s: yes, can't you hear..
r: Ohh, so it's like that day with the nighty..
s: of course..
r: should I braid the hair, or will you madam, like that day..
s: braid, wow, yes, you can do it, I am busy here..
r: sure madam, but do you think he will allow me do it..
s: Ohh, don't act so innocent, I know how you much of a fierce woman you are, I have seen you many times, how you handle your husband with that broom..
r: haha, you have seen it, he is a drunkard madam, but isn't Anup sir sweet, and he is your husband..
s: I give you all rights Renu, and I don't need your opinion on that sissy punk..
you should have seen him stupidly dancing for all the girly songs, such a humiliation for me..
Renu slowly drawn back, and with her back stretched up in confidence, she tucked her pallu in her waist and made her low ponytail into a bun
https://external-preview.redd.it/SMOAm2QRP7hZxQLbotA4nT3BN7-xCwLuJEYwzr4UMd0.png?width=640&crop=smart&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6cc1c7d5b5a8d83821e50ca8a7ea66f992b10e77
(Anup's perspective) ( present)
A: hey Renu, be in your limits..
Renu stepped up to him..
R: It's okay sweetie, I know you are confused, let me get you ready to clear that confusion..
A: I don't understand, I don't have any confusion, let me remove this stupid, chudidhar..
and I was about to pull up the dress.. as I was doing that, I felt a firm grip of my hand..
A: hey leave my hand..
R: then stop it..
A: I can't wear a chudi, I will ask sonam, what she is thinking..
R: madam is clear, and you are going to keep it, understand sweetie..
A: Fxxk off, what do you think, you are just a maid, now get the hell out of my room..
and I pushed her..
but suddenly Thap, thap, I couldn't fathom what happened..
A: ahh renu, please stop, ahhh..
thap, thap
R: will you listen to me..
she was standing a few inches tall than me, I couldn't stop her, she is slapping left and right..
A: I will listen Renu.. I can't believe how she overpowered me, I should be building muscle, shit..
THAP!
A: why did you slap me again..
R: RENU Madam, understand!
A: I will listen to you Renu madam..
R: that's nice sweetie, look at your face, unnecessarily got it to be red, now be a sweetie and turn around, let me do my hair, and we'll see how to fix the redness of your face later..
A: whatever.. I murmured..
R: Did you say something sweetie..
A: nothing, can you please not call me sweetie..
R: ohh why not, its apt to you, I will call it..
I saw angrily, but couldn't do anything, I could I be so powerless with my own maid..
I sat helplessly looking at my red face in the mirror... Renu walked towards me from back..
she removed the bun, and my hair is fallen loose
R: my my, it's so smooth and silky...
A: yeah, yeah I know.. I said mockingly..
R: don't act smart.. she pulled me back grabbing a few strands of my hair..
A: ouchh..
R: what did you say..
A: nothing, I know madam, my hair is smooth and silky..
R: that's right, now stay still while I brush it, and then I will braid it, okay..
A: what, braid ??
she came infront of me, with comb in her hand..
R: do you have a problem..
Dancer 29 (Sunday, 16 July 2023 00:38)
I couldn't answer.. fearing her deathly stare..
A: I mean, it's okay, but I want to go for dinner with sonam..
R: Ohh don't worry, it was her idea..
A: what do you mean..
R: what I mean is.. you would look pretty in a braid...
and she collected all my hair in back and hold it tightly..
R: understood.. while still pulling all my hair..
A: ahh, understood, leave it..
before I could realize, I was seeing a hefty thick dark haired braid resting on my shoulder..
R: okay, let me fix this..
and she applied something on my face..
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/E-c8-PNUUAU6zq7.jpg:large
I can't imagine my braid is almost as long as how sonam used to have it.. crossing my waist..
as we walked back into the living room..
I can't believe sonam allowed renu to do this to me...
all my hopes for old wifey are gone, I should bear this for next 6 months, and once this is gone, I will show them.. and I whipped my braid angirly to back..
Sonam walking towards me..
S: ohh, good job Renu, heyy leave it on the front anup, you look cute.. she grabbed my braid from back and put it on my shoulder and smothered it..
R: Thanks Madam, at your service.. hehe.. she courtsyed..
https://media.tenor.com/DI_xza7AiogAAAAM/yes-sir-curtsy.gif
I can't believe it, Renu sucking it up to my wife...
A: sonam, what is this..
S: it's okay, don't worry, you look so pretty like this, now be nice to our guest, he will be here anytime soon..
what did i just hear..
I thought this was supposed to be wife and husband dinner..
A: A he??
knock, knock..
Si: I think it's him..
A: who the fuck is trying to interrupt our dinner..
I went and opened the door abruptly to find..
A: Siddu ???
sonam's subordinate siddu...
Si: Anup.. yes it's me siddu..
I was still wondering why would my wife invite him to the dinner..
Si: Anup, you look, you look gorgeous.. he stuttered
S: ohh all praises just for him..
Si: wow sonam, you look stunning..
S: thank you, thank you..
Si: here I actually bought this...
S: thank you siddu, so nice of you.. and she took a plastic bag of something from him..
S: okay, give us a couple of minutes, and why don't you boys talk, and make yourselves home..
sonam and Renu walked to the kitchen..
I was awkwardly staring at Siddu, I am seeing him first time in a while, he is in black fitted shirt and trousers, he seems so taller than me..
https://theadultman.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Outfit-6-Frank-and-Oak-2-800x1200.jpg
Yaswant (Sunday, 16 July 2023 04:46)
Aditi waiting for your story
Haarika (Sunday, 16 July 2023 06:32)
Dancer, awesome just awesome. Please continue.
Anurag (Sunday, 16 July 2023 09:05)
Aditi I am eagerly waiting for your story
Reader (Sunday, 16 July 2023 10:13)
This site has got few great stories, Aditi is one of them, Aditi let it be your own creation, don’t change plot based on anybody’s review. Dancer thank you for continuing, this is one of my favourite.
Cheers!
Aji (Sunday, 16 July 2023 12:31)
Aditi, pls continue........ I really like your story........��
aditi (Sunday, 16 July 2023 13:22)
IG CELEBRITY-38
Dharshu, Aditi, and I finally arrived home. Dharshu parked the car and joined us on the sofa. Aditi wasted no time and asked, "Mom, can we talk about what happened?" With no other choice, Dharshu sighed and agreed, "Okay, let's talk. What do you want to know?" Aditi pressed on, "Why did you say those things, Mom?" Dharshu, trying to explain her actions, responded, "Which things, Aditi?" Aditi clarified, "Mom, why did you say that he is studying in some other state?" Dharshu explained, "What else could I have said, Aditi? You introduced him as your cousin sister, and everyone assumed he was younger than you. At that age, people are expected to be studying. I didn't want to create any further complications, so I said he was studying in another state to avoid any questions." Aditi retorted, "Yes, Mom, but you could have said he was attending online classes." Dharshu admitted, "Yes, I could have said that, but Divya had already told them that he wasn't studying. In the heat of the moment, I just continued with what was already said. I didn't have time to think it through." Aditi persisted, "But it's wrong, Mom! Now Meena aunty wants to enroll him in school. What are we going to do?" Dharshu, frustrated, responded defensively, "Aditi, don't make it seem like it's all my fault. You introduced him as your cousin sister in the first place. Maybe you should have introduced him as older instead of younger." Aditi fired back, "Mom, it was Swetha who assumed that. What could I have done? You were the one who insisted on bringing him to the function." Dharshu admitted, "Yes, it's unfortunate. We made a mistake, and it got out of hand."
Observing their argument and realizing the strain I had unintentionally caused, I felt a deep sense of guilt. I approached Aditi and called out her name repeatedly, trying to get her attention. She remained absorbed in her conversation with Dharshu. Frustrated, I shouted, "Aditi Akka!" Startled, she finally noticed me and asked, in an angry tone, "What is it, Divya?" I gestured for her to come closer, and when she did, I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. It caught her off guard, but after a few moments, she hugged me back. In a soft voice near her ear, I said, "It's okay, Aditi akka! Everything will be fine! Don't be angry. We'll figure out something." She fell silent, and I assured her that I would talk to Dharshu. Dharshu, unaware of what had transpired, watched us without realizing the depth of our conversation. Once Aditi regained her composure, I signaled for Dharshu to bend down, and I hugged her tightly as well. I could sense that she, too, needed the embrace. "Auntie, don't be angry or stressed. I know you'll find a solution. We'll figure something out." In those moments, she hugged me back, and in the exchange, she uttered, "Yes, sweetie. We will figure out something."
As both Dharshu and Aditi began to calm down, their voices returned to a normal tone. Dharshu reassured us, saying, "I will figure out something to resolve this." Aditi chimed in, "Yes, Mom! We have to figure something out. You know how Meena aunty is. Once she decides on something, it's hard to change her mind." Dharshu nodded in agreement, acknowledging Meena's reputation in the area. We shifted our focus back to discussing the function and the events of the day.
Later, I went to Aditi's room to show her my growing follower count on social media. Excitedly, I exclaimed, "Aditi Akka, look at my follower count! It has reached 25k!" She hugged me and replied, "Yes, sweetie! Who wouldn't want to follow such a cutie like you?" I then shared that my messages were filled with people asking about her and requesting an introduction as Aditi is her "akka." They were curious about the elite group she belonged to. Aditi chuckled and asked, "What's the elite group, sweetie?" I eagerly explained, describing its significance. Just then, Dharshu entered the room and asked if we wanted anything to eat. Aditi declined, stating that she was fine, and I echoed the same sentiment, mentioning that I was already full from the cake. Dharshu left the room.
Amidst our conversation, Aditi remarked, "Sweetie, do you realize that you've been calling her 'auntie' even though we're at home?" It suddenly dawned on me, and I admitted, "Yes, akka! I was so happy today, especially after being in a bad mood for a while. I guess I just continued calling her 'auntie,' and Dharshu didn't correct me either." We shared a laugh, grateful for the lightness that had returned to the room.
aditi (Sunday, 16 July 2023 13:26)
IG CELEBRITY-39
The next day, I woke up to messages from Abhi and a few others. Aditi entered my room and asked if she should accompany me or if she should go to her friend's house. I replied, "No, akka! You can go and come back. I have work to do." She nodded and said, "Okay, sweetie!" She left, and I began working on my project, realizing I hadn't done much the previous day. However, Abhi's persistent messages about yesterday's photo interrupted my work, and we ended up talking for a while. After the call, I found myself mindlessly browsing the internet, accomplishing very little.
Two weeks had passed, and I wasn't making much progress on my project. I was exhausted, neglecting self-care, and my sleep was suffering. One day, feeling overwhelmed and lying in bed, Aditi walked into the room. She asked, "Hey sweetie, what's wrong? Why are you always in your room?" I replied, "Just a lot of work, akka! It's getting hectic." Concerned, she gently scolded, "Look, you're not even taking care of yourself, sweetie. Go and take a bath now. We can forget about work for today." I hesitated, opposing her suggestion, but she insisted with a mix of sweetness and firmness, "Go! You have to listen to your akka. Take a bath first. You're free for a while."
Reluctantly, I allowed myself to be led to the bathroom, clutching a towel. I stood under the shower for a while as Aditi called my name. I replied, "Coming, akka!" I emerged from the shower, wrapping the towel around my chest as Indhu had suggested. Aditi noticed and gestured for me to sit on a chair. She had another towel and began drying my hair, advising, "You should dry your hair well, sweetie. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." She carefully combed through my tangled locks, and when I winced, she scolded, "That's why you should brush your hair daily." She applied a lotion to reduce the tangles and continued brushing. The soothing motion of the brush made me feel relaxed and at ease.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/61/12/33/6112331e3a03f9b054e858bc21ab8885.jpg
Afterward, she handed me a dress and explained, "It's called a jumpsuit, sweetheart. You bought it without knowing the name of the dress itself!" I struggled a bit to put it on, particularly with the back zip, but Aditi helped me fasten it. She then asked me to sit again, taking up the brush to work on my hair once more.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1a/19/5e/1a195ee2ee7685f4ff04847bf067cff6.jpg
She brushed it thoroughly, parting it in the middle. Taking a small section of hair on one side, she brushed it upwards and stroked it gently, securing it with a hairband. She repeated the process on the other side, creating a symmetrical look. She applied some cream to my face and showed me the mirror. The hairstyle resembled the one Indhu had done previously, but it had a more subtle and less girly touch. Nonetheless, I felt pretty. Aditi asked, "Do you like it, sweetie?" With a smile, I replied, "It's cute, akka!" She hugged me, and a warm sense of affection enveloped us.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/8d/37/c68d37cffecc7c36ab983cffab3758af.jpg
anjali (Sunday, 16 July 2023 15:08)
The story is getting very exciting, I can't wait.
I am waiting, does Dharshu consider Divya as his child?
Aji (Monday, 17 July 2023 01:04)
Wow great Adithi, make him gradually into feminization that he also wants to feel the dresses and then wearing panty, bras and sanitary pads etc.....
Sandeep (Monday, 17 July 2023 07:35)
Aditi waiting for your story simply superb continue ya more parts
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:07)
IG CELEBRITY-40
We found ourselves sitting in the garden, a place we rarely visited. There was a bench in the middle, and we settled there, enjoying the view of the garden. Aditi and I engaged in casual conversation, deliberately avoiding any discussion about the project that was causing me stress. We talked about our favorite things, sharing anecdotes and laughter.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange, we marveled at the beauty around us. I shared with Aditi the interactions I had been having with my followers on my account. The frequent conversations were a source of joy and connection for me.
After a while, Dharshu appeared, seemingly searching for us. She remarked, "Oh, you two are here! I was looking for you in the house." Aditi responded, "Yes, Mom. We decided to visit the garden." Dharshu commented, "You should take care of it more often, Aditi." Aditi reassured her, "I will, Mom. After the exams are over." However, Dharshu seemed preoccupied.
Aditi sensed something was off and asked, "What's the matter, Mom? You seem a bit distant." Dharshu hesitated but eventually replied, "It's about Divya's situation." I instinctively responded, "What happened, Dharshu?" instead of addressing her as auntie. Dharshu appeared surprised by my use of her name but continued, "Nothing, sweetie. Meena akka called me today and reminded me about the test she wants to conduct." Aditi chimed in, "Mom, you said you would figure something out, right?" Dharshu sighed and replied, "Yes, that's what I'm trying to do, Aditi. But the test is only two weeks away. I can't come up with a believable excuse at this point." Dharshu continued, "I thought of saying that we received a call from the school informing us that they will be starting earlier, but it would seem odd, considering there are only two months left in the academic year." Aditi nodded in understanding and said, "I get it, Mom. We need to come up with a better solution. Meena auntie is sharp, and it's difficult to deceive her."
I understood the situation and confidently proposed, "I can go and write the test alone!" Both Dharshu and Aditi looked surprised by my suggestion. Dharshu asked, "Why, sweetie?" I explained, "I understand that finding a solution within two weeks might be challenging. It would be better for me to write the test now, and we can figure out a plan during the next two months before the new academic year starts." Dharshu agreed, saying, "Yes, sweetie, you're absolutely right!"
She came over and hugged me, expressing her gratitude. Then she asked, "But are you confident that you can handle the test?" I looked at her with surprise and responded, "Do you really think I can't crack a school test? But what exactly is this test about?" Aditi chimed in, saying, "It's just a procedural test, Divya. It assesses your understanding of the syllabus and determines if you're able to study the subjects taught here. It's usually required for students transferring from other states where the curriculum may differ." I nodded, now understanding the purpose of the test.
Dharshu expressed her concern, mentioning that I was already busy with the project. She questioned how I would manage to prepare for the test as well. I laughed and reassured her, saying, "It's okay! I can handle both. I'll make sure to learn the basics and manage my time effectively."
Dharshu then remembered the tea and asked Aditi to bring it from the table. Aditi hesitated, displaying laziness. I intervened and said, "Akka, I will bring it. You can stay seated." I walked to the kitchen, leaving them to continue their discussion. I could hear their voices, discussing the situation and potential solutions.
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:08)
IG CELEBRITY-41
As the day of the test approached, I focused more on my project, which was still pending. During breakfast, Dharshu asked me about its progress, and I replied, "It's going hectic! I'm still working on the last week's submission." She reassured me, saying, "Don't worry, Divya. You can do it." I smiled, appreciating her support.
Then, Dharshu brought up the upcoming test at school, mentioning that it was scheduled for the next day. I was surprised that two weeks had already passed. I exclaimed, "Is it tomorrow, Dharshu? I completely forgot." She nodded and added, "Yes, sweetie. I know it might be easy for you, but a little review of the topics will help you feel more confident." I agreed, realizing that refreshing my knowledge would prevent me from getting bored during the exam. I replied, "You're right, Dharshu. I'll do some revision today."
After Dharshu left, Aditi approached me and offered her assistance, saying, "Sweetie, I know you've already studied these topics, but remember that the syllabus has changed recently. If you need any help, let me know, okay?" I thanked her and replied, "Okay, akka," even though I was confident in my knowledge and didn't think I would need any help.
Back in my room, I continued working on my project. During the evening, I received a call from the borrower to whom I owed money. I assured them that I would be returning it soon. Later, I decided to spend some time refreshing my understanding of the test topics. I started by searching online and reading about the subjects, focusing on the 12th-grade curriculum. However, I soon realized that it was more complex than I had anticipated, especially in mathematics, as I hadn't been using those concepts for a long time. I thought it would be amusing to surprise everyone by doing well on the 12th-grade questions, but the complexity made me shift my focus to slightly lower grade levels.
After waking up to Aditi's wake-up call, I found myself half-awake as she arranged the laptop on the table, which I had left on the bed the previous night. I asked her, still groggy, why she was waking me up so early in the morning. She reminded me, "Don't you remember? Today you have to go to Meena Auntie's school for the test." I recalled the plan and replied, "Yes, I remember, but why so early?" She chuckled and said, "It's already 7 am, Sweetie! You need to be there by 9 am, so wake up and get ready!"
Aditi then took it upon herself to help me get ready for school. I went to brush my teeth, half-asleep, and returned after completing my morning routine. She stood there with a towel and suggested that I take a head bath to look even better. I agreed and proceeded to take a bath. When I emerged from the bathroom, Aditi asked me to sit on the bed. As I sat down, she began drying my hair, advising, "Sweetie, make sure you dry your hair thoroughly. If you need a hairdryer, it's in my room. You can go and get it. If you need any help, let me know, and I'll teach you." I responded with a playful tongue-out gesture, indicating that I was fine without the hairdryer.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/26/d7/51/26d751a8655d7ba901ac3a269b96b19f.jpg
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:09)
IG CELEBRITY-42
Once Aditi finished drying my hair, she proceeded to brush it, using a detangler to remove any tangles. She scolded me, saying, "It seems like you're not brushing your hair, sweetie! Come to my room every night at 10, and I will take care of it. Understood?" Her tone seemed stern, and I quickly responded, "Okay, akka! I haven't had time to do it, but I will make sure to do it from now on." With that, she completed the brushing and left my hair as it was.
Aditi then applied some light makeup, using a natural foundation, cream, and a touch of balm. She was mindful not to use too much makeup, considering it was for a school setting. Once she finished, she instructed me to dress and join them in the front as Dharshu was waiting outside. Curious, I asked, "Doesn't she have work today, akka?" Aditi replied, "It's Saturday, sweetie!" It dawned on me that it was the weekend. With that realization, Aditi left the room, and I began searching through my wardrobe, aiming to select an outfit that was less feminine and more appropriate for a school environment.
I carefully selected a white shirt that fit me well, hugging my body in a flattering way. The fabric was thin, making it comfortable to wear. To add some visual interest and layering to the outfit, I chose a beige crop-top sweater. It had a loose and relaxed fit, extending just above my hips, providing a bit of coverage and concealing my body shape. I folded the sleeves of the white shirt to add a stylish touch and create a casual yet put-together look.
For the bottom half, I opted for a pair of blue skinny jeans. They fit snugly, accentuating my figure and creating a streamlined silhouette. The jeans reached just above my ankles, adding a touch of modernity to the overall outfit. Though they were plain in design, their slimming effect complemented the rest of the ensemble. To complete the look, I selected white sneakers that matched the overall aesthetic. They added a touch of sportiness and ensured comfort for the day ahead. To make the outfit slightly less feminine, I decided to accessorize with a band on my wrist. It added a hint of edge and masculinity to the overall look, balancing the femininity of the ensemble.
After brushing my hair, I gathered it into a ponytail using a black hairband. The ponytail added a practical element to keep my hair out of my face and maintained a neat and polished appearance. Feeling confident and put-together, I stepped out into the hallway to show Aditi and Dharshu my outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/1c/49/101c49b586e54eefb736ec250554ec0b.jpg
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 05:11)
IG CELEBRITY-43
Aditi glanced at me and exclaimed, "Wow! You look absolutely stunning, sweetie! That dress is super!" Her words filled me with confidence, and I couldn't help but feel even more radiant. I took a seat on the sofa, eagerly awaiting Dharshu's arrival.
After a few minutes, Dharshu entered the room, wearing a plain kurta and leggings. She noticed my outfit and curiously asked, "What are you wearing, sweetie?" She then turned to Aditi and questioned, "Didn't you tell him to dress appropriately for the test?" Aditi appeared perplexed, and I quickly chimed in, "What's wrong with the dress, Dharshu?" I could sense the disappointment in her expression, but she didn't want to make me feel more tense. She approached me, sat down, and gently explained, "The dress looks absolutely fantastic, sweetheart! However, we are going to a school for an exam, and Meena akka is quite conservative when it comes to school attire, sweetie. Since you'll be attending the test as someone who will potentially study there, it would be better to wear an outfit more appropriate for your age. You can save this outfit for another occasion, perhaps a movie outing tomorrow. Does that sound alright, sweetie?" Though I felt a tinge of disappointment, I understood her reasoning. I replied, "It's okay, Dharshu. I understand." She smiled and added, "Sweetie, for today, I will be your auntie. So, don't address me by my name in front of anyone, and I'll use feminine pronouns for today." I smiled back and said, "I understand, auntie!" She playfully pinched my cheeks, bringing a playful atmosphere to the room.
Dharshu then turned to Aditi and instructed, "Aditi, pick something appropriate for the test." Aditi nodded in agreement and called me to join her. I responded enthusiastically, "Coming, Aditi akka!" and followed her to the room. She meticulously searched through the wardrobe until she found a simple yet suitable dress for the day. She chose a kurta with vertical color lines, predominantly in a captivating shade of blue. To complement the kurta, she selected matching blue leggings. She handed me the outfit and requested, "Please wear this."
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4e/86/45/4e86451abf80a1116356b7f69173e5fa.jpg
As I examined the outfit Aditi had chosen for me, I realized that it had a distinctly feminine touch, unlike the attire I had worn for previous functions such as weddings and birthdays. With a sigh, I decided to remove the dress I was wearing and put on the one Aditi had given me. Aditi reassured me that it looked wonderful on me. She then motioned for me to take a seat at the vanity, where she began brushing my hair. With a gentle touch, she created a middle parting and proceeded to twist and braid small sections of my hair, securing them with pins for a neater appearance. On the other side, she replicated the same style, ensuring both braids were securely fastened. She replaced the stud earrings I had been wearing with a more suitable pair, and finally, she brushed through the remaining strands of my hair, adding the finishing touches.
Glancing at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel satisfied with the result. Aditi beamed and said, "You look absolutely beautiful, sweetie!" She then urged me to pose for a picture, capturing the moment with a small section of hair gracefully held in my hand.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/7d/58/827d58a93d60c01d8ff592ac86c00538.jpg
Yaswant (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 06:43)
Simple superb Aditi
anjali (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 08:12)
As I think the story is going right, Dharshu herself now wants Divya to call him Aunty.
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 09:54)
IG CELEBRITY-44
I emerged from the room and asked, "Auntie, is this look okay?" Dharshu glanced at me and replied, "Yes, sweetie, it's perfect! Let's start moving." I turned to Aditi and bid her farewell, to which she responded, "All the best, sweetie!" I smiled and followed Dharshu to the car. As we started the engine, Dharshu inquired, "Have you prepared, dear? I know it won't be difficult for you, but still..." I reassured her, saying, "Yes, Auntie! I reviewed some of the topics yesterday. I'll be fine, don't worry!" She expressed her relief, saying, "It's good to hear, sweetheart. Let's go over some basics before we tackle the exams." I wondered what kind of basics she was referring to, but then she continued, "Don't write your full name on the answer sheet, just use 'Divya' alone. Avoid mentioning your date of birth by mistake, as it might reveal your true age. It's better to leave the gender section blank for now. We'll take care of that later. Meena akka can be quite strict. Since this is a simple exam for you, just write what you know. If they ask for any ID proof, tell them to check with me. And if they ask any difficult questions, simply refer them to me, sweetie. I'll handle it." I was amazed by the many things Dharshu auntie had considered. I gratefully replied, "Thanks, Auntie! I'll make sure to follow your instructions."
After half an hour of traveling, we arrived at a school compound. It had a grand gate, and we entered after the security opened it for us. As we drove inside, I noticed the expansive campus with its gardens and various sports playgrounds. There was even a children's playground, which brought back fond memories of my own childhood. Due to the ongoing pandemic, there weren't many students around. We parked the car and began walking towards the office building. Suddenly, an unfamiliar sense of fear gripped me, something I hadn't experienced until now. I instinctively reached out and held Dharshu's hand, and she held mine back. There were only a few people moving about the building, mainly students from the 12th grade. It seemed that the other grades were not present. As we entered the office building, I spotted Meena akka sitting in a chair, awaiting our arrival.
"Come inside, Dharshini!" Meena auntie beckoned. Dharshini greeted her, saying, "Hi, Meena akka! Or do I have to call you 'madam' too?" Meena auntie chuckled and replied, "Only students have to address me that way. You can call me akka, Dharshini." She then turned her attention towards me and said, "Hi, Divya! Divya, right?" I nodded and replied, "Yes, auntie!" She continued, "I hope you've prepared for the exams. Shall we begin?" I smiled and affirmed my readiness. Meena auntie called someone else into the room, introducing her as Anu, one of the teachers. She informed Dharshini, "Anu will guide Divya to the exam room. Dharshini, the exams will last for three hours. You can leave and come back later, or I can call you when it's time for you to pick her up." Dharshini responded, "Okay, good! I have a friend's house nearby. I'll go and visit her and make sure to be back on time." Dharshini auntie turned to me and said, "I'll be back, sweetie! Don't forget what I said, okay!" She hugged me tightly, and I reciprocated the embrace, feeling a sense of fear creeping in as I contemplated being alone in that unfamiliar environment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/ca/77/8cca7743d69245faddbe28d54dce5c61.jpg
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 09:55)
IG CELEBRITY-45
Dharshu auntie had left, and I didn't have a mobile with me as they weren't allowed in the exam hall. Anu approached me and introduced herself, saying, "Hi, I'm Anu! What's your name?" I replied, "I'm Divya, Anu." She smiled and corrected me, saying, "It's Anu miss for you!" She took my hand and led me towards the hall. As we walked, I couldn't help but reflect on the situation. I was older than Anu, yet she held my hand like I was a small child.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the exam room. There were three other students already seated. Anu instructed us to take our seats, and she distributed the answer sheets. She then began giving us instructions, "Everyone should write their name in capital letters and their date of birth on the sheet. We will fill in the other information later. The exam is three hours long and consists of three parts. All questions are multiple-choice. Each part will cover different subjects and carry different marks. Restroom breaks are not allowed during the exam, but you can ask me for water if needed. Remember, no talking. Pens are already provided on your desks for marking the answers." It felt like I had entered an exam hall after many long years.
Anu started distributing the question papers. When I received mine, I was taken aback by the number of questions. There were around 100 of them, more than I had anticipated. Each part of the exam had 30, 30, and 40 questions, respectively. Fortunately, they were all multiple-choice, which provided some relief. As I glanced through the question paper, I realized it covered a wide range of subjects, including Math, English, Science, and Social Studies. The only subject missing seemed to be Language, perhaps because it varied depending on the students' regional languages.
I started with the first part, and it seemed relatively easy. I was able to answer most of the questions confidently, with only a few doubts here and there. The second part, however, proved to be more challenging. I struggled with several questions and couldn't recall some formulas that I had forgotten to review the previous night. Despite my efforts, I was only able to answer about half of the questions. Moving on to the final part, I found it even more complex. Many of the questions were difficult to understand, and I never expected them to be that challenging. I finished the first part in 30 minutes, the second part in an additional hour, but the last part consumed 1 hour and 30 minutes, and I still couldn't complete it. Time seemed to fly by, and Anu miss suddenly announced that there were only 10 minutes left. I realized that it would be difficult to achieve a satisfactory score, which was not what I had expected. The stress caused me to make mistakes and miss out on some questions. Eventually, the exam ended, and Anu miss asked me, "How did you do, Divya?" I simply smiled in response.
After visiting the restroom, I made my way to the office room where Meena auntie was waiting. Dharshu auntie was already there, and I immediately hugged her without knowing why. Dharshu auntie asked, "What happened, sweetie? How was the exam?" I replied, "It's okay." Meena auntie interjected, saying, "Hi Divya! I hope you did well. Dharshini, I will have the answers checked, and I'll let you know the results." Dharshu auntie responded, "Sure, akka! We'll be waiting." We bid farewell and started heading home. When we arrived, Aditi came up to me, hugged me, and asked, "How was the exam, sweetie?" I replied, "It's fine, akka!" and proceeded to explain how the questions were structured.
anjali (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 11:30)
I'm so excited, Divya is going to be a school girl now. It's to be seen how Divya will survive here. Dharshu is now officially Divya's aunt.
aditi fan (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 11:53)
I am really enjoying it when Divya calls Dharshu aunty.
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 13:10)
IG CELEBRITY-46
I showed Aditi the question paper, starting with the easy questions that we skipped. Then we moved on to the middle-level questions, and I shared the ones that I found difficult. Aditi began answering the easy questions confidently, which disappointed me because I didn't know the answers myself. I felt worried, and it showed on my face. As we tackled the hard questions, Aditi couldn't answer any of them either, and I felt a sense of relief. I exclaimed, "See, Akka! I told you, these questions are so complex and difficult. I find them challenging too." Aditi agreed, saying, "Yes, sweetie, these questions are really tough. I don't understand why they are so complicated." I was glad that she shared my perspective, and Dharshu looked at Aditi after seeing the questions. Aditi responded, "They are tough, Mom!" Dharshu also acknowledged the difficulty. I was thrilled to hear their agreement, and they reassured me, saying, "Sweetie, remember, this exam doesn't determine everything. Let's enjoy ourselves. We'll go to the movies tomorrow." I felt happy and went to my room.
The next day, we were getting ready to go to the movies. I wore a black top with black skinny jeans and white sneakers. Aditi suggested I wear a pinkish crop top shirt without buttons, and it looked cool, so I put it on. I tied my hair up in a high ponytail using a black scrunchy. Aditi wore an orange cashmere sweater-style top with blue jeans. She also styled her hair in a pretty high ponytail and wore glasses. I told her that her outfit looked really pretty. Dharshu joined us, and we headed to the mall where the movie was showing.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/8b/cf/1f8bcf150b1927747ee0f12fe381dcb8.jpg
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8e/e3/4c/8ee34cebce0ceb40ebe99e5577aa91fe.jpg
We decided to watch a horror movie at the theater. Aditi and Dharshu went to buy the tickets, and I waited eagerly on the sofa. However, I noticed them gesturing towards me and having a conversation. They returned with the tickets, and I asked if we were going to watch the horror movie. To my surprise, Dharshu informed me that the movie had an age restriction. But Aditi had a delightful surprise for me – they had bought tickets for the Spiderman animated movie instead. Since I loved Spiderman, I was thrilled and filled with excitement as we entered the theater.
During the movie's intermission, I stepped out to buy popcorn. As I was waiting in line, I suddenly heard someone calling out, "Divya akka!" I turned around to see Yamuna standing there. She had recognized me from my social media account and had been searching for me throughout the theater. Her words touched me, and we ended up chatting for a while. We even took a selfie together, which she posted on her account. Afterwards, we returned to our seats to watch the remaining half of the movie. I thoroughly enjoyed the film, and even on our way back home, I couldn't stop discussing it with Aditi and Dharshu.
aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 13:11)
IG CELEBRITY-47
We decided to have dinner at the mall. Aditi and I went to find a place to sit while Dharshu went to buy our food. As we were searching for seats, I noticed someone sitting in a white v-neck top and torn blue jeans. She looked familiar, and then it hit me that it was Anu miss. I had seen her in a traditional saree yesterday, so seeing her in such modern attire was unexpected. I approached her and asked, "Are you Anu miss?" She recognized me and replied, "Hey Divya! What are you doing here?" I explained, "Miss, I came to watch a movie and thought of having dinner." I then introduced Aditi, saying, "This is Aditi akka!"
To my surprise, they already knew each other. Aditi exclaimed, "Anu akka! How are you?" They hugged each other and caught up, reminiscing about old times. Anu eventually asked, pointing to me, "How do you two know each other?" Aditi replied, "This is my cousin sister Divya! You seem to already know her?" Anu nodded and said, "Yeah, kutty! She wrote the exam at our school yesterday." They continued chatting, and I learned that Anu was Aditi's senior and they had known each other from dance group classes. Just then, Dharshu joined us, and we informed them that we were leaving. Before saying goodbye, I complimented Anu on her modern attire, expressing that she looked even prettier in it than in traditional clothing. Anu blushed and hugged me, thanking me with the words, "Thank you, kutty ma!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/9c/b3/699cb3ca9dbcf6baba0c56f13fa0da39.jpg
I called out “Dharshu auntie”, letting her know that we had arrived. We sat down and began enjoying our dinner together. Throughout the day, we had bonded and grown closer as a family. It was a memorable experience. We even took a selfie to capture the moment. As we made our way back home, I posted the pictures from our day on my social media account. Surprisingly, my account was gaining more followers.
Months passed, and it was time for Aditi to take her exams. She had to write them at a nearby school center. Dharshu auntie would drop her off every day, and Aditi was studying diligently, putting in a lot of effort. It seemed like she would perform well and achieve good grades.
On the other hand, things took a turn for the worse with my project. Despite several deadline extensions, I was unable to complete it on time. As a result, I was removed from the project, and the company suffered financial losses due to the delay. Not only did they refuse to pay me, but they also spread the word about my incompetence to other companies. This made it incredibly challenging for me to find new projects or job opportunities. I felt deeply disappointed and disheartened by the situation.
anjali (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 14:06)
iI think now Divaya should quit work and focus on school studies.
*if u dont mind aditi can i contact with you,i am your huge fan now*
VASANTHA (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 19:55)
Aditi your story very super �
Aditi (Tuesday, 18 July 2023 22:27)
Yes, you can reach me anytime.
Satya (Wednesday, 19 July 2023 04:23)
Aditi waiting for next episode
Pranay (Wednesday, 19 July 2023 10:20)
Aditi I am waiting for your story
aditi (Wednesday, 19 July 2023 12:43)
IG CELEBRITY-48
Exams are finally over for Aditi, and she's in the mood to savor the well-deserved holidays. She confidently claims to have aced her exams and expects to score excellent marks. On the last day of her exams, she celebrated with her friends by going to a restaurant and catching a movie. Meanwhile, I find myself alone at home, the evening shadows creeping in, when I receive a call from the lender who lent me some money. They sternly demand that I repay the loan within two days, threatening severe consequences otherwise. My heart sinks with worry, feeling like everything is going downhill for me.
Feeling overwhelmed, I make my way to the garden and sit on a bench, trying to find solace amidst the silence and beauty. Hours pass by, and the hunger gnaws at me, realizing I hadn't eaten anything since morning. In that moment of despair, I suddenly feel a comforting hand on my shoulder—it's Dharshu. She asks me, "Hey Divya! How many times do I have to call you? What are you doing out here?"
For reasons unknown to me, I can't hold back my emotions any longer, and tears stream uncontrollably down my cheeks. Dharshu, puzzled and concerned, tries to console me, "Sweetie, what happened? I just asked in a normal tone." But the tears continue to flow, and she embraces me, allowing me to release all my pent-up emotions in her comforting presence.
Dharshu remains patient, not pushing for an explanation, and lets me cry it out for a while. After a few minutes, my sobs subside, but I find myself unable to say anything, the weight of my troubles still heavy on my heart.
She gently made me lay my head on her lap and started soothingly caressing my hair. With a caring tone, she softly asked, "What happened, sweetheart? Is there anything you can share with me?" I mustered the courage to open up and said, "Auntie, you know I've been working on a project, right? I missed the deadline and made some mistakes, and they removed me from the project, citing the issues it caused."
She tried to console me, saying, "It's okay, sweetie! We'll find something else for you." But I continued, "No, Auntie! They seem to have informed other clients as well, and it seems like they're not interested in assigning me any new projects." Concerned, she reassured me, "We can figure something out, dear! Don't worry. Why are you crying over this?"
Apprehensively, I admitted, "That's not the only reason, Auntie. I borrowed some money to treat my friends and buy clothes on that day." Her expression turned stern, and she asked, "What? How much did you borrow, and from whom? Have you repaid it or not?" In a hushed voice, I replied, "No, they called me, saying I must return the money in 2 days, or the situation will worsen."
She was clearly upset and scolded, "I wanted to slap you! Why didn't you ask me on that day? Why did you have to borrow from someone else?" Frightened, I sat down, explaining, "I have some money, Auntie! I've only borrowed some, but there are pending payments. I didn't want to burden you further, as I'm already staying in your home for so long. That's why I borrowed from someone else." I couldn't hold back my tears, and they started flowing again.
In a comforting embrace, she said, "Sweetie, when did I treat you like someone outside the family? You're a part of us, and Aditi and everyone else are happy to have you here. You should have told me! Don't worry; I'll take care of the remaining amount. Don't borrow from anyone else! Next time, I'll scold you instead!" She tried to lighten the mood, and we both laughed through our tears. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I hugged her tightly and planted a heartfelt kiss on her cheek (this time filled with genuine affection). "Thank you, Dharshu Auntie!" I said, and she was taken aback by the gesture. With a gentle touch, she caressed my hair, silently comforting me.
aditi (Wednesday, 19 July 2023 12:44)
IG CELEBRITY-49
After comforting me, Dharshu Auntie suggested that we move inside, and we followed her. She began preparing coffee for herself and thoughtfully brought me a glass of milk along with some biscuits. Concerned about my pale appearance, she said, "You look so pale, sweetie! Have some biscuits with the milk." Gratefully, I replied, "Thanks, Dharshu Auntie!"
As she settled on the sofa, she tuned in to the news, but I wasn't particularly interested, so I started munching on the biscuit while watching something on my mobile. Dharshu Auntie advised me not to use mobiles while eating, so I obliged, turned off the mobile, and continued enjoying the milk-soaked biscuit. Once I finished, I let her know and proceeded to the kitchen to put the glass away. Upon returning, I felt like lying on her lap again, but she was sipping her coffee. Disheartened, my expression revealed my disappointment, and she noticed it. Setting her coffee aside, she invited me to lay down on her lap, and I eagerly obliged. She gently turned my head to wipe the milk from my lips, teasingly remarking, "You still don't know how to drink milk properly," before tenderly caressing my hair.
As time passed and the news segment concluded, she noticed my messy hair. "Divya, sit down for a moment," she said. Puzzled, I asked why, and she pointed out, "Look at your hair, Divya! It's so messy. Your hair is quite long now, and you should take good care of it. When did you last oil it?" I couldn't recall, and she commented on how my hair had turned brown. She asked me to fetch the oil and her hair accessories box, which I promptly did.
Dharshu Auntie instructed me to sit on the floor, and she began taking my hair out of the ponytail, gently oiling it as she massaged my scalp. While doing so, she remarked, "Look at the heat you have! You should oil your hair at least twice a week!" Taking great care, she completely oiled my hair, which now reached well below my shoulders. "Your hair has grown so well, Sweetie! But if you don't maintain it, hair fall might become a problem. Hand me the comb from the box," she advised.
I handed her a wide-toothed comb, and she started brushing my hair before dividing it into three sections. Confused about her intentions, I asked, "Auntie, what are you doing?" With a smile, she replied, "I'm braiding your hair, sweetie." Surprised, I protested, "But Auntie, it will look girly!" She scolded me back, "Nothing in a hairstyle is called girly! It's just a hairstyle! A braid will save your hair from tangling." I tried to argue, but she playfully threatened, "If you complain too much, I'll put it in double braids on each side!" I quickly kept my hand over my mouth in response, and she chuckled before resuming her work.
Dharshu Auntie asked me to sit still and started braiding my hair tightly, causing me to wince a little. She reminded me to sit straight and then requested some bobby pins, which I handed over to her. She used the pins to tidy up the extra hair near my ears, creating a neat and elegant look. With skillful hands, she continued braiding, asking for a band to secure the end. Finally, she carefully combed the last part of my hair to complete the braid.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/14/a0/4014a0a0817cde2c1e7962543678be63.jpg
vasantha (Wednesday, 19 July 2023 19:21)
Aditi your story very super � please continue pa I like make go to school with double braid have flower � � pls continues pa
R (Wednesday, 19 July 2023 22:01)
Dancer continue the story
Payal (Thursday, 20 July 2023 00:34)
Nandini please write story
Krish (Thursday, 20 July 2023 02:58)
Aditi eagerly waiting for your story
Aji (Thursday, 20 July 2023 03:36)
Story is good. Adithi, please write little more in every part.. Your fan is waiting...
Jhanvi (Thursday, 20 July 2023 04:55)
The story is getting really more and more interesting Aditi, please continue
Mani (Thursday, 20 July 2023 09:34)
Aditi your story is simply super and waiting for next part post as soon as possible
Person (Thursday, 20 July 2023 11:32)
https://youtu.be/a9OFJOFnThQ
Nice video
aditi (Thursday, 20 July 2023 12:33)
IG CELEBRITY-50
Once Dharshu Auntie finished braiding my hair, she announced, "It is completed," and I eagerly rushed to the mirror to have a look. However, my view was obstructed, and I couldn't fully see the braid. Dharshu Auntie, sensing my curiosity, took a photo and showed it to me. The hairstyle had a slightly girly touch, and I could tell that Auntie was eagerly awaiting my response. Not wanting to disappoint her, I exclaimed, "It's looking beautiful, Auntie!" Her face lit up with joy, and she responded, "Yeah, right! I thought I had lost the touch since I haven't done it in a long time!" She hugged me affectionately, and we settled back on the sofa, with her arm gently around my shoulder while I rested my head on hers. We continued watching TV in that comfortable and warm embrace until Aditi entered the house and caught sight of us.
Aditi playfully commented, "Hi, both of you! Look at this rare view! Looks like someone is getting pampered today!" Dharshu Auntie playfully tapped her hand and jokingly requested her to be quiet. Aditi joined us on the other side of Dharshu Auntie, giving her a hug as well. Then Dharshu Auntie asked Aditi, "Would you like some coffee?" to which Aditi replied, "Yes, please, Mom! If you're okay with it?" Dharshu Auntie headed to the kitchen to prepare the coffee.
As we started chatting, Aditi enthusiastically shared her experiences from the previous day. She described the mesmerizing rooftop restaurant they visited, relishing the breathtaking city view while enjoying a scrumptious meal. Aditi suggested that we all visit the restaurant again once the exam results were out, especially during the night when the city lights would be even more enchanting. Later, they went to a nearby cinema to watch a horror movie, which Aditi found genuinely terrifying. I was curious about how she managed to get in despite age restrictions, so I inquired about it. Aditi pondered for a moment and explained that they allowed them in on a less crowded day. However, the real reason was that they restricted entry for me, thinking I looked younger than my age, and they couldn't adequately verify my identification.
Soon after, Dharshu Auntie asked Aditi to fetch her coffee as she had some work to attend to. Aditi looked at me with a pitiful expression and asked, "Sweetie, could you please get it for akka?" I smiled and replied, "Sure, Aditi akka! Anything for you." As I stood up to get the coffee, Aditi noticed my braid and appeared intrigued.
I returned with the coffee and handed it to Aditi. As she turned around, she noticed my braid and exclaimed, "Oh! Sweetie! Looks like someone got a new hairstyle!" I couldn't help but chuckle, and I replied, "Yeah, Akka! Auntie wanted me to braid my hair to prevent it from getting tangled and damaged. I told her not to do it, but she insisted!" Amusingly, Aditi teasingly added, "Oh, why don't you want to, Di? You look cute, Di chellam," using the female pronoun. I playfully scolded her, saying, "Akka, don't mock me!" She continued her playful teasing, asking, "What happened, Di? I'm not teasing, Di!" I responded with a smile, "See, you are teasing me by calling me Di," and lightly tapped her hand.
Aditi playfully persisted, "Oh, Chellakutty! You look pretty, Di! Can't Akka call you Di?" I playfully gave in, saying, "You can call me anything, Akka, but..." Aditi, not one to miss an opportunity, teased some more, saying, "Look, something is missing on your face," and playfully placed her bindi between my eyebrows, adding, "Now it's perfect, Di, sweetheart." I lightly tapped her hand again, and we all laughed together. Feeling uplifted and cheered by their affectionate teasing, I left their company for a moment, feeling a sense of happiness and belonging. Today was indeed a day filled with warmth and love, thanks to the wonderful people around me.
aditi (Thursday, 20 July 2023 12:36)
IG CELEBRITY-51
One month had passed, and it was the day of Aditi akka's results. We sat nervously, continuously refreshing the tab to check her scores. I held her hand, trying to comfort her, and said, "You'll be fine, akka, don't worry." Finally, the result page loaded, and to her joy, Aditi had scored around 430 marks out of 500, exceeding her expectations. She jumped with happiness, and I congratulated her with a warm hug. Dharshu Auntie did the same and announced that they would celebrate with friends the next day. Aditi suggested the rooftop restaurant we had planned to visit, and everyone was excited about the celebration.
Aditi spent the day calling her friends to inquire about their results, while I was also thrilled that she had achieved more than she had hoped for.
The following morning, Dharshu Auntie woke me up, saying, "Divya! Wake up, sweetie!" In my half-asleep state, I mumbled, "Hi Auntie! What's going on?" She informed me, "Sweetie! Meena Akka called, and they asked us to go to school to collect your result." I was shocked and quickly woke up, asking, "Is that really necessary, Auntie?" Dharshu replied, "Don't worry, sweetheart! It's just to collect your result, and it's better if we go and check. It'll avoid any misunderstandings." Though reluctantly, I agreed, and she added, "I also need to check on Aditi's admission. I don't want her to go back to the hostel. So, we'll check that and then head to the evening celebrations directly, sweetie. What do you say?" I replied, "Sure, Auntie! I understand," and agreed to wear a nice dress for the occasion as we would be going to school first.
After some time, Aditi asked me to get ready as we needed to visit the temple before going to school. The morning sun cast a warm glow through the curtains as I headed to the bathroom for a refreshing bath. After returning to my room, I was still clad in my comfortable night dress, contemplating which outfit to wear for the day's events. Aditi akka walked into the room, looking absolutely stunning in her blue long salwar with full sleeves adorned with delicate beige buttons. Her cream-colored shawl gracefully draped over her shoulders, and she wore beautiful earrings that accentuated her elegant look. With minimal makeup, she had a naturally radiant charm that made her stand out even more.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e6/f6/21/e6f621153436f731945a7effc3b14bbc.jpg
I couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "Akka, you look so pretty! But I thought you might wear something more grand since we're going to the restaurant." She replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, Divi! That was my initial plan too. But we have to visit the temple first, and then we'll head to school, so I chose something more casual and comfortable."
Curious about my outfit choice, she asked, "What are you doing, Divi?" I replied, "I was looking for some jeans and tops, akka!" She gently reminded me that we had to go to school first, so it would be better to wear something similar to her attire. With a warm and caring gesture, she handed me a lovely orange netted salwar adorned with delicate white accents. I hesitated slightly, saying, "Akka, don't you think it's too grand and heavy for the occasion?" With an encouraging smile, she lovingly reassured me, "Sweetie, you should look presentable, especially since Abhi is also coming to the party. This dress will suit you beautifully."
Feeling reassured by her support, I started putting on the outfit. Aditi akka then came to help me with my hair, skillfully tying it up in a high ponytail. As she worked on my hair, she complimented its thickness and beauty, making me feel more confident. To complete the look, she carefully chose big and elegant earrings that perfectly matched the outfit.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dc/c1/7e/dcc17ed877e18410710823f21e8a366f.jpg
With our preparations done, we stood together, admiring ourselves in the mirror. It was a special moment shared between us, and Aditi couldn't resist the urge to capture it. We took a joyful selfie together, our smiles radiating the happiness we felt. Eager to share the excitement with our friends and followers, we posted the picture on our social media accounts, ready to embrace the day's adventures ahead.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9e/96/9f/9e969f31644ba22ee58720020325a680.jpg
poornima crossy (Thursday, 20 July 2023 13:35)
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Qhr7a82G3zE
Abeena (Friday, 21 July 2023 03:38)
Really good Adithi. I am looking for
Abeena (Friday, 21 July 2023 03:40)
When Divya going to wear a bra and panty.. I am looking forward to it...
Malarvizhi (Friday, 21 July 2023 03:44)
Dancer update soon...Aditi make him humilate and tease... by younger girls ...Make more feminine like dressing half saree and pavadai sattai
Raju (Friday, 21 July 2023 07:24)
Aditi your story is super write down more parts
Vasantha (Friday, 21 July 2023 09:37)
Aditi your looking very good pls continues pa
Aji (Friday, 21 July 2023 12:57)
Super Adithi. Are you Tamil Adithi. The story has chellakkutty... di... like things. That's why I asked. An Adithi fan.
Jhanvi (Friday, 21 July 2023 13:19)
The story is getting more interesting Aditi,
Please continue
Grammarly (Friday, 21 July 2023 15:35)
Iditi it was simply awesome, please continue with more humiliation and pricing
Sailaja_vijayawada (Saturday, 22 July 2023 02:14)
Once upon a time, in a small village in South India, there lived a truly unique couple named Ravi and Meera. They were known for breaking societal norms and challenging established gender roles. Ravi, a gentle and compassionate soul, possessed an innate femininity that extended beyond the traditional expectations of masculinity. On the other hand, Meera, a strong and determined woman, defied the conventionally feminine ideals and pursued her passion as a bodybuilder.
Ravi enjoyed expressing himself through clothing, embracing vibrant colors and delicate fabrics that society often associated with femininity. He found joy in cross-dressing and adorning his hair with flowers, believing that true beauty was not confined to gender stereotypes. His graceful movements and effervescent personality enchanted those around him, and he became a beloved figure in the village.
Meera, on the other hand, possessed an extraordinary strength and muscular physique. She spent hours every day at the local gym, honing her bodybuilding skills and pushing the limits of her physical capabilities. Her sculpted muscles and unwavering determination made her a symbol of empowerment for women in the community. Meera shattered the notion that femininity and physical strength were mutually exclusive, proving that a woman could be powerful, confident, and unapologetically herself.
Despite their contrasting appearances, Ravi and Meera shared a deep love and understanding for one another. Their unique personalities complemented each other perfectly, creating a strong bond that withstood all societal pressure and criticism. They supported each other's dreams and aspirations, encouraging one another to be true to themselves.
The village, initially taken aback by their unconventional relationship, soon grew to appreciate and respect Ravi and Meera for their authenticity and fearlessness. People began to question the rigid gender roles and stereotypes that had governed their lives for generations. The couple became an inspiration to many, encouraging others to embrace their individuality and pursue their passions without fear of judgment.
Ravi and Meera's love story taught the village the importance of acceptance, love, and the power of breaking free from societal expectations. They showed that true happiness and fulfillment could only be achieved by embracing one's authentic self, regardless of societal norms.
Years passed, and Ravi and Meera's influence extended far beyond their village. Their story spread throughout the region, inspiring countless individuals to challenge gender norms and embrace their true selves. They became advocates for LGBTQ+ rights and gender equality, using their platform to create awareness and promote inclusivity.
Ravi continued to cross-dress and embody his unique sense of style, while Meera continued to excel in bodybuilding, becoming a role model for aspiring female athletes. Together, they worked tirelessly to promote acceptance, love, and understanding, creating a world where everyone could be themselves, unapologetically.
And so, Ravi and Meera lived a life filled with love, happiness, and purpose. Their journey taught others to celebrate diversity and to see the beauty in breaking free from societal expectations. They were a testament to the fact that love knows no bounds and that true strength lies in being true to oneself. And their story continues to inspire generations to come, reminding them that they too can be the authors of their own unique narratives.
Aneeta (Saturday, 22 July 2023 03:09)
Adithi your stories are so good. Pls continue the story with more thrilling experience..
Venu (Saturday, 22 July 2023)
Aditi waiting for your story.your story is good
aditi (Saturday, 22 July 2023 07:41)
IG CELEBRITY-52
We got ready and stepped outside, where Dharshu Auntie stood in her elegant Green saree adorned with beautiful zari work and a red border. Her hair was expertly styled in a graceful bun, making her look absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "You look beautiful, Auntie!" She smiled and thanked me, returning the compliment with, "Thanks, sweetie! You look beautiful too!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/29/dc/2b29dcf67fc8531becf2191ced1e8a8a.jpg
Then, Auntie went to fetch her car, and both Aditi and I rushed to claim the front seat. In the process, my hair got entangled with her hand, causing the band securing my ponytail to break, setting my hair free. We didn't say anything to each other, knowing that Auntie would scold us both. So, we silently got into the back seat of the car. Aditi gestured for me to sit quietly, and she began combing my hair with the hair she had. Not having a hairband, she used a hair clip to secure my hair in the center, giving it a rather girly look. With our hair settled, we set off for the temple.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/dd/c8/11/ddc811a208ad3c693d76bffb56504f21.jpg
After some time, we reached the grand temple. Auntie parked the car and asked us to leave our slippers inside. The three of us got out and walked towards the temple. Auntie bought some pooja items and rejoined us. Inside, we worshipped the gods and marveled at the exquisitely carved statues. The temple was bustling with a large crowd, indicating that it was an auspicious day.
We stood in a long queue for darshan (blessings) from the deity. As we approached the front, the priest performed the Aarthi, and we sought blessings. Aditi received saffron from the priest and applied a small tikka on my forehead. The priest then distributed flowers to everyone. Aditi and Dharshu Auntie placed the flowers on their heads and began to pray. I was holding the flowers, but Aditi noticed and gently took them from my hand, securing them in my hair with a pin. When I tried to speak, she softly said, "Keep quiet, Di! It's God's blessing." I decided to stay silent, not wanting to disrupt the serenity of the sacred moment in the crowded temple.
As we were returning to the car, I couldn't help but ask Aditi, "Akka, why did you put the flowers on my hair? Isn't it girly?" She looked at me, seemingly puzzled, probably because I was wearing a dress typically worn by girls, yet I was worried about the flowers in my hair. She replied with conviction, "It's God's blessing, Di! So don't speak like that!" Her response left me momentarily speechless, and I decided to keep quiet as we made our way towards the school.
Upon arriving at the school, we got out of the car and proceeded towards the office. Meena Auntie warmly welcomed us and invited us to take a seat in the office.
aditi (Saturday, 22 July 2023 07:42)
IG CELEBRITY-53
Meena Auntie began by asking Aditi, "How much did you score, Aditi?" Aditi replied happily, "430, Auntie!" Meena congratulated her and said, "That's great, Aditi!" Aditi smiled but added, "Still less than Swetha Auntie," and they both burst into laughter. Swetha akka had scored 450, making her the top scorer.
Dharshu Auntie then joined the conversation, expressing her desire to shift Aditi closer to home. She felt bad sending her far away after the pandemic, and she wrapped her arm around Aditi affectionately. Meena Auntie agreed and teased Dharshu, saying, "That's what I've been telling you all along – you should have never sent her to a hostel! Look at her now; she's doing so well with home-cooked food." Dharshu acknowledged her point and asked about the courses available for Aditi if she decided to join this college.
Meena turned to Aditi and inquired about her preferred course. Aditi replied, "Computer Science group, Auntie." However, Dharshu interjected, saying, "No, Akka! I am also in the same department. Is Biology group available? I am planning to make her a doctor." Aditi tried to interrupt, but Dharshu playfully hushed her, while Meena considered the options, mentioning that the Biology group was almost filled.
Meanwhile, a tall man, approximately 6ft in height, entered the room wearing a police uniform. I turned my head to look at him, feeling a little nervous since I was a guy wearing girls' clothes and had attended the entrance test here. I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. Everyone stood up, and the man approached Meena Auntie, handing her something. Meena checked it, and he said, "Check, Di! Is everything current?" Meena replied, "Okay, I will check, but why did you have to come all this distance for this?" He replied, "It's fine, Di! Anything for my beautiful wife." Then, he noticed Dharshu Auntie and seemed to recognize her, saying, "Prakash Anna! Still the same charming Prakash, it seems." They laughed, and he hugged Dharshu, asking how she had been. Dharshu replied, "Yeah, Anna! I am fine!"
He then turned to Aditi, calling her "Aditi kutty" and said, "Look who it is? Wow, Aditi! You've become a big girl!" Aditi smiled and greeted him, "Hi uncle! How are you? Still haven't reached your height!" The tall man laughed and asked why they were there, so Dharshini explained about the admission. He turned to Meena and said, "Meenu! Give Aditi the seat na! My special recommendation!" Meena laughed and replied, "I'll consider that, Mr. Prakash!" Everyone chuckled at their banter.
I remained silent throughout the whole conversation, and as Prakash was about to leave, he suddenly noticed me and asked, "Who is this little one? I haven't noticed her before!" Meena replied, "She is Dharshini's niece." Prakash knelt down to my height and said, "I am Prakash! Kutty!" Still feeling a little shy and nervous, I remained silent. Dharshini noticed my hesitation and quickly intervened, saying, "Hey! It's Prakash Uncle, sweetie! Meena Auntie's husband! She's just a bit shy, Anna!" Finally mustering some courage, I greeted him, "Hi Uncle! I am Divya!" He shook my hand and lovingly patted my head, saying, "Seems like you had a long journey for your akka's admission."
Meena then mentioned, "She is also planning to change here." Prakash replied, "Oh, that's good, Kutty!" Only then did we realize that we hadn't discussed my own results yet.
aditi (Saturday, 22 July 2023 09:52)
IG CELEBRITY-54
Prakash glanced at the time, realizing it was getting late. He bid farewell and left the room. Meena immediately called Anu, her friend, and exclaimed, "Anu! Come quickly with the results! Divya is here, and I almost forgot about the entrance test amidst all the hustle with the 10th exam results!" Dharshu Auntie couldn't help but smile at Meena's excitement.
A few moments later, Anu, looking stunning in a beautiful Black handloom saree adorned with a vibrant orange and yellow mixed border, entered the room. She wore a blouse with a matching border, and her simple makeup enhanced her elegance. Greeting everyone warmly, she handed the result to Meena and noticed me with a warm smile. I smiled back at her, appreciating her kind demeanor.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/21/0f/a9210f5ee2122b7d51063aa835a6ba12.jpg
Anu scrutinized the result, her expression changing as she absorbed the information. She turned to Dharshu Auntie and remarked, "Dharshini, I've carefully assessed the result, and it's evident that Divya performed well in the easy section and showed proficiency in the average difficulty level. She has a grasp of what she knows." Dharshu Auntie's smile widened with pride.
However, Meenu Auntie interjected, her tone tinged with concern, "But she struggled significantly in the hard level, only scoring 5 out of 40 marks, and her other answers weren't up to par. It seems she has difficulty understanding certain concepts, Dharshini." The atmosphere shifted as the implications of the assessment sank in.
I felt a jolt of shock and disbelief. How could I have fared so poorly in the difficult section, even struggling with the medium level, which was only at the 8th standard? After completing my graduate degree and working for so long, it was disheartening to learn about my shortcomings in these exams designed for children.
Dharshu Auntie appeared equally taken aback; she had never expected such a result. She had hoped for a more successful outcome given my educational background. Meenu Auntie's remark about considering putting me directly in the 10th standard was met with conflicting emotions. On one hand, it felt like a significant leap, and on the other, the thought of potential failure loomed over me.
The situation left me in a state of confusion and uncertainty. I felt the weight of expectations and aspirations pressing down on me, and the fear of not living up to them gnawed at my heart. My mind raced with questions, and I wondered if my education and the standards of this new place truly differed, leading to this unexpected outcome.
Meena added, "I initially thought of putting her in the 9th standard, but it's evident that she lacks understanding in 8th standard concepts. I know it may not sound favorable, but I believe this could be the best way to help Divya improve. Even though she completed 8th standard in her previous school, it might be better to have her do it again here. This way, she can acclimate to our educational system and have a chance to excel in her studies. I see potential in her, and I truly believe she can become a bright student, possibly even outperforming others if she starts from the 8th standard."
The entire room fell into silence, and none of us had anticipated this suggestion. Though we knew we wouldn't seriously consider it, the mere thought weighed heavily on our hearts. The idea of me redoing the 8th standard while Aditi moved on to the 11th felt like falling into a pit of despair. The room seemed to close in on me, leaving me at a loss for words as a sense of emptiness engulfed me.
vasantha (Saturday, 22 July 2023 11:31)
Aditi your story very super �
Aji (Saturday, 22 July 2023 12:18)
Please continue Adithi. All the best.......
Al (Saturday, 22 July 2023 12:21)
Dancer countinue the story
Jhanvi (Saturday, 22 July 2023 12:33)
Oh my god Aditi, your story is simply amazing
Please keep going dear
Riya (Saturday, 22 July 2023 13:22)
@Nandani.....do write the next parts....your story is great
SRS (Saturday, 22 July 2023 13:36)
Aditi sama
Sahana (Saturday, 22 July 2023 20:09)
Beautiful story aditi
Shijila Abin (Saturday, 22 July 2023 23:38)
Adithi, I am reading this story with my husband. He has gynacomastia problem. So I encouraged him to wear a bra. After reading your story he has a liking towards female dress and I gave him my bra for to wear and surprisingly it fits him well. He feels very relieved from the chest pain caused. Now in home at night, he always wear a bra and nightdress with me.
Salma (Sunday, 23 July 2023 03:31)
Great story Adithi. Please make him wear bra and panties and later make him attend to a puberty function. Then Dharshu conduct the puberty function of Divya and he wears pad for 7 days in a month like he is having periods. Please include this also in your story... Please... please....
Aji (Sunday, 23 July 2023 04:40)
Continue.... Continue.... All the best.... Adithi fan......
aditi (Sunday, 23 July 2023 09:18)
IG CELEBRITY-55
After the whole room fell into a hushed silence, Dharshu Auntie expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thanks Meena akka for the result and the suggestions! I will explore alternative options and carefully consider what's best for Divya! We need to check with her old school anyway and find out their plans. I'll keep you informed about the decision we make, akka!"
Meena Auntie replied, "Yeah, Sure Dharshini! It's just my opinion; we should look at the bigger picture beyond just one year. Considering she hasn't attended school there, directly putting her in an exam would be detrimental to her learning. You, as her guardian, have the final say!"
Dharshu Auntie reassured, "Yeah, sure akka! I will take everything into account. Please check on Aditi's options and let me know so that I can also explore those possibilities."
Meena replied, "Sure!" With that, they bid farewell and started to leave. Meanwhile, I was left in a state of shock and bewilderment. Aditi noticed my distress and insisted that I join her outside. We walked towards the car in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
Aditi noticed my silence and asked, "Why are you so quiet, Divi? What happened?"
With a sad expression, I replied, "No akka, I never expected to score this low."
Aditi reassured me, "It's alright, sweetie! Maybe you didn't have enough time to study, and the test came as a surprise to you."
But I insisted, "No, akka! I studied the day before the test, and I thought I'd do much better. I didn't even score well in the 10th standard level questions!"
Trying to comfort me, Aditi said, "Don't worry, dear! Sometimes exams can be challenging and confusing."
I then asked her about the day I showed her the question paper, hoping she could shed some light. She replied affirmatively, not wanting to make me feel worse.
Feeling a bit relieved, I added, "At least I did somewhat okay in that section. But now, they want me to redo the 8th standard because of my low scores."
Aditi responded, "It's okay, sweetie! You won't have to study it all over again. We only took the exam because we were short on time. We'll find a solution together before that happens!" She then called out to Dharshu Auntie, "Mom, why are you silent? Don't you have anything to say?"
Dharshu Auntie assured me, saying, "Don't worry, Divya sweetheart! We'll find some solutions to deal with Meena akka's approach. Right now, we're here for Aditi's admission and to celebrate her success. Let's focus on that, and we'll figure out everything else later." Her words brought some relief, but I still had a question lingering in my mind.
Curiously, I asked, "Auntie, is Meena akka's husband really a police officer? Should we be concerned about that?"
Dharshu realized my worry but tried to comfort me, saying, "Yes, he is a police officer, but there's nothing to worry about. I'll look into it, dear. For now, let's forget about all this and enjoy tonight. It's Aditi's special day, so let's be happy for her."
Turning to Aditi, I smiled and said, "You're right, akka! Tonight is all about you. Let's celebrate and have a great time. We'll deal with the rest later." Aditi hugged me warmly and said, "Thanks, di Chellakutty!" Her happiness was contagious, but I could see that Dharshu Auntie had mixed emotions—happiness for Aditi's achievement and some lingering doubts regarding the situation with Meena akka.
aditi (Sunday, 23 July 2023 09:19)
IG CELEBRITY-56
After some time, we arrived at the grand hotel and parked the car. Taking the lift to the rooftop, which was located above 20 floors, we were warmly welcomed by the security staff. As we stepped inside, I was taken aback by the awe-inspiring setting. The rooftop was adorned with beautiful lights, comfortable sofas for groups, and elegantly decorated dinner tables with candlelights. There were also play areas for children and an inbuilt pub.
Aditi akka took me to the side to show me the breathtaking view of the entire city illuminated with sparkling lights on the buildings. I was completely mesmerized by the sight and couldn't help but exclaim, "Akka! It looks so beautiful! I never expected this when you were telling me about it!"
Suddenly, someone interrupted us, and to my delight, it was none other than Swetha akka. She was dressed in a lovely peach outfit with a pinkish long top and a pastel-colored skirt in shades of aqua and peach. I felt an overwhelming rush of affection for her and instinctively ran towards her, embracing her with joy. "Swetha akka! The view is beautiful, right?" I expressed my excitement. To my surprise, she hugged me back warmly and said, "Yes, sweetie! It's as beautiful as you are!"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/1e/d5/bd1ed51381e169a6455b25b4aa26f252.jpg
With a big smile, I responded, "Akka, I forgot to say earlier, congratulations on your score!" She graciously replied, "Thanks, sweetie! You've become even sweeter!"
As expected, Indhu akka couldn't resist making her playful comment, "The sweet girl won't congratulate me, it seems." In a playful manner, I showed her my playful face and said, "Congratulations, Indhu akka!"
Then I noticed two girls taking selfies nearby. One of them was wearing a cute panda-designed hoodie, paired with black jeans and sneakers. The other girl had a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers, with her hair styled in a ponytail. It was Abhi and Gowri, and I decided to sneak up on them and playfully scare them. They both got startled for a moment, and then Abhi recognized me and hugged me, saying, "Idiot! You scared me, Dhivu! How are you?"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bc/8b/20/bc8b209399e85c338b5757a096f23af1.jpg
Chuckling, I replied, "I'm good, Di! We talked yesterday only, remember?" Then I greeted Gowri and asked her how she was doing. She replied with a smile, "Yeah, I'm good, Di!"
As Gowri got busy with her mobile, Abhi and I started chatting and taking selfies together. After a while, Abhi took me to another area, and I kept asking her where we were going. Eventually, she led me to the children's play section and showed me a fun slide for kids to play on.
aditi (Sunday, 23 July 2023 09:21)
IG CELEBRITY-57
"What do you want to do, Di Abhi?" She insisted on playing on the children's slide. I liked the idea, but I hesitated, feeling like I was too grown-up for such a game. I said to her, "Hey! We are not children, Di." However, Abhi was persistent and forcefully made me climb the stairs. Together, we slid down the slide meant for kids, and surprisingly, it turned out to be so much fun that I couldn't help but feel joyful. We did it again and again, and the two of us had a blast. Gowri chose not to join, considering it too childish.
After some time, Indhu akka called us to join them for dinner as the food was ready. Throughout our way to the dining area, we were laughing and joking about how much fun we had on the slide. When we reached the table, I excitedly recounted the experience to Aditi, like a child sharing her fun ride with her sister. Aditi then asked us to dig in and enjoy the food.
We started taking photos of the delicious spread to share on social media, capturing numerous pictures of each other in our joyful moments. The view from the rooftop was mesmerizing, and the food was equally delightful. We indulged in the sumptuous dishes and continued to have fun throughout the meal.
Amidst the joyful atmosphere, Abhi asked me, "Hey Dhivu! It seems like you are joining our school, Di! I heard from Yamuna that you also wrote the entrance exam." The joyous mood was briefly interrupted by the morning incident, but I didn't want it to dampen my spirits. I replied, "Yeah, Abhi! I wrote it because Meena auntie insisted, but we haven't decided anything yet." Abhi enthusiastically said, "Hey, you can join our school, Di! You'll be in 10th standard, and we can be classmates. It'll be so much fun, Dhivu!"
"Gowri will be there too! I have so many friends, and I can introduce you to all of them, Di! We'll have a blast," Abhi exclaimed with excitement. Her enthusiasm was infectious, but my mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, I was a grown man who had completed my education and was already working. On the other hand, even if I were to be a school girl, I had no intention of joining their school, as we had already planned for me to study in another state. Moreover, joining the same school as per the entrance exam results would be even more amusing, considering Meena aunty's comments about me not being ready for 10th standard.
Amidst all these thoughts, I wondered why I was even entertaining these ideas. I decided to play along and said, "Yeah, Abhi! It would be so much fun! Dharshu auntie will make the final decision, so let's wait and see. For now, let's just enjoy the day." We continued with our dinner, and as the evening grew late, everyone started bidding their farewells and heading home. On our way back, I excitedly shared all the events of the evening with Aditi akka, who listened with great enthusiasm, hanging onto every word I said.
Aji (Sunday, 23 July 2023 11:43)
Super Adithi.... Love you....
Fan (Sunday, 23 July 2023 11:49)
https://youtu.be/g_Ys4H0YNkI
Nice video
Vasantha (Sunday, 23 July 2023 12:07)
Aditi your story very super �
Unknown (Sunday, 23 July 2023 21:44)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/07/a-tale-of-lucky-3.html
aditi (Monday, 24 July 2023 13:45)
IG CELEBRITY-58
After days settled into a routine, and we continued with our morning jogs amidst busy project days. As I looked into the mirror one morning, my gaze fell upon an unexpected visitor - a pimple on my face. It had been quite some time since I last saw one, and it felt peculiar and unsettling. Unlike before, I couldn't simply ignore it. So, I hurried to Aditi akka's room and called out, "Akka! Are you there?" She responded promptly, "Yes, Divi! I'm here. What's wrong?"
I showed her the pimples and expressed my concern, "Akka, do you have any tips to get rid of these? They look unsightly on my face." She gently chided me, "Everything is due to the heat, Di Divi! That's why I kept telling you to maintain a proper diet and take care of your health. But you never listen!" I couldn't help but smile, acknowledging my tendency to be lazy about such matters. She continued, "Come here, let me put some cream on your face. It should disappear in two days. And don't forget, I'll give you some tips to maintain your skin. No more laziness, okay?" I laughed and promised, "I'll try my best, akka!"
Over the next few days, Aditi akka diligently applied the cream to my face, and true to her word, the pimples reduced. However, some marks remained. She then surprised me by bringing a bowl and instructing me to wash my face before applying the cream from the bowl. She explained that I should leave it on for 30 minutes before washing it off. She followed this routine for a week, and the results were remarkable. My face became clearer, and the dark spots vanished. She also shared some valuable skincare tips and advised me to maintain a specific diet, which I wholeheartedly embraced.
The transformation was incredible; my complexion grew fairer than ever, and my skin radiated a newfound glow. Akka also ensured my eyebrows were impeccably groomed. With this new skincare routine, I felt rejuvenated and full of energy, and my hair started to flourish. Admittedly, the diet did come with some drawbacks; I lost a bit of weight, and facial hair significantly reduced. But as I preferred a clean-shaven look, I found it to be an unexpected bonus. The changes took some time for me to fully notice, but I was grateful for Aditi akka's care and guidance.
As my nails continued to grow remarkably, I realized they had become quite long. In search of my nail cutter, I went to Aditi akka's room to see if she had it. She noticed my arrival and inquired, "What do you want, di Divi?" I replied, "My nails have grown long akka, so I need to cut them." Curious, she asked me to show them to her, and upon inspecting, she acknowledged, "Oh, they have indeed grown quite well."
To my surprise, she then asked, "Why do you want to cut them, sweetie?" I pondered for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She then gestured for me to sit down and took matters into her own hands. Aditi akka began shaping my nails into an elegant oval form, not just for my hands but also for my toes. I was skeptical about using nail polish, but she assured me otherwise. With determination, she opened a bottle and expertly applied a transparent liquid to my nails.
Protesting slightly, I murmured, "No nail polish, akka!" Nevertheless, she asked me to stay still, and after the application, the liquid dried into a glossy shine. Aditi akka explained that it would make my nails stronger. I couldn't help but admire her attention to detail and her caring nature.
aditi (Monday, 24 July 2023 13:45)
IG CELEBRITY-59
I said to Aditi akka, "Why spend so much time on my nails? I don't even care about them, akka!" She smiled and replied, "Sweetie, you're at home, right? Just like your skincare routine helps your appearance, taking care of your nails will also enhance your overall look. Give it a try for some time, and if you don't like it, we can cut them. Plus, I put in a lot of effort today, so let's keep it for a while."
I accepted her reasoning, knowing she had invested time and effort into it. I thought, why not, what harm could it do? Surprisingly, I started to pay more attention to my hands, handling things with care and avoiding putting pressure on my newly styled nails. I even posted a photo of my nails on my social media account and asked for feedback. To my amazement, likes and comments poured in, with people suggesting different styles and ideas. I never expected that people would notice and comment on such details.
As days passed, I received a mysterious message from someone, asking me to guess their identity. I'm terrible at guessing games, so I asked them to reveal their name. They insisted on keeping it a secret but dropped some hints, claiming to have known me for a long time and being part of my family. However, I couldn't figure out who it might be. Being an only child with no parents and disconnected from most of my relatives, I have been living independently in this city for several years. My grandparents live in a different country, and due to the pandemic, I haven't seen them in a while. I was puzzled and couldn't pinpoint who this mystery person could be.
As the days passed, the mysterious person continued to message me, and my curiosity grew even more. Yet, amidst this intrigue, I couldn't help but be drawn to my glittering nails, frequently catching my own gaze, unable to resist the captivating sparkle.
One day, I received a photo in the chat, and as I opened it, I was transported back to memories from a few years ago. It was a picture of Meera, my cousin sister's daughter and someone I had grown very attached to. Meera was older than me and was studying in the 12th grade at that time, around five years ago when I had stayed with them for a while.
Meera was a true girly girl, with long, lustrous hair that she considered her most prized asset. Getting her ready for school was quite a task due to her hair, but she carried herself with grace and beauty. She had a fair complexion and was around my height back then.
One morning, I playfully reminded Meera, "Hey Meera, it's getting late! Don't you want to go to school on time?" She replied, "Coming, Praba!" My sister couldn't resist teasing her, saying, "How many times do I have to tell you to call him 'mama' [Mother's Brother]? You might end up marrying him, and you can't call him like that!" To which Meera replied, "Well, we'll see, Mom!"
I intervened, telling my sister not to force Meera. Then, teasingly, I said to Meera, "This is why I suggested you cut your hair, di! It would be much easier to maintain." But Meera remained firm, saying, "You wouldn't understand the importance of hair, mama!" and playfully winked at me.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/d0/9a/82d09ade5221bf5d58f5288341e10a32.jpg
aditi (Monday, 24 July 2023 13:47)
IG CELEBRITY-60
The photo I received from Meera was a nostalgic one. It captured a moment from about six years ago, back when I was in my 20s and used to go to the gym regularly, focusing on maintaining a great physique. In the picture, Meera was wearing her hair in a double braid, her school uniform, and posing with me on a terrace. I had a well-maintained heavy beard and Mustache, wearing a tight t-shirt that showcased my physique along with jeans. After receiving the nostalgic photo from Meera, memories flooded my mind, and I couldn't contain my excitement. I immediately called her, and with a cheerful tone, I greeted, "Hi Meera! How have you been, di? And how did you manage to get my number?"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/d0/9a/82d09ade5221bf5d58f5288341e10a32.jpg
Meera replied, equally delighted, "Hi Prabha mama! I'm doing well. It took some effort to find your number, but I got it from your friend here." We engaged in a heartfelt conversation, catching up on each other's lives. I asked about my sister and her husband, and we reminisced about the good old times we spent together.
During our chat, Meera shared exciting news, "Mama, I'm coming to your place for an interview! So, I thought of calling you, and we can finally meet! It's been over five years, I believe."
With enthusiasm, I replied, "Oh, Meera! That's wonderful news! It has indeed been far too long. Let's plan to meet at a coffee shop near my place."
Meera agreed, "Sounds great, mama! I'll be there this Friday evening. I'll call you before I head your way."
Filled with joy, I bid farewell to Meera and awaited our upcoming reunion. On the awaited Friday, she called, and we decided to meet at the coffee shop as planned. I couldn't contain my excitement, and around the house, I felt like a restless cat, preparing for this long-awaited meeting.
Aditi akka noticed my restlessness and inquired, "Hey Divi! What's got you wandering around like this? You seem like a bundle of energy!"
Beaming with excitement, I shared the news with her, "Oh, I forgot to mention, akka! I'm meeting a relative today, and she's coming to our city. Meera, my cousin's daughter, is visiting after so many years, and we're going to catch up at a coffee shop."
Aditi akka responded with a warm smile, "That's so sweet, di! I'm happy for you. It's been a while since you saw her, right?"
"Yes, akka," I replied, my heart fluttering with anticipation. The prospect of reuniting with Meera after such a long time brought joy and fond memories to my mind. I eagerly awaited her arrival, ready to cherish the moment and make new memories together.
Excitedly, I shared my thoughts with Aditi akka, "Akka! I've been thinking of getting a gift for Meera since it's been such a long time since we met, and I want to make it special." She responded with a sweet smile, "That's so thoughtful of you, sweetheart! What ideas do you have in mind?"
I hesitated and admitted, "Well, that's the tricky part! I'm not sure what to buy." After pondering for a moment, I requested, "Akka, would you please come with me and help me choose something perfect? Your guidance would be invaluable." After considering it for a while, she finally agreed to accompany me.
aditi (Monday, 24 July 2023 13:48)
IG CELEBRITY-61
With excitement, I asked Aditi akka to get ready, and I went to prepare myself too. After a refreshing shower, I wrapped a towel around my chest and another one on my hair, following the technique Aditi akka taught me to dry my hair quickly. Once my hair was dry, I removed the towel and checked myself in the mirror. I was astonished at how much my appearance had changed. My face was clean-shaven, without a trace of beard or mustache. My eyebrows were neatly groomed, and I had replaced the hoop earrings with simple studs. My body had become slim and hairless, and I felt more energetic than before, but I couldn't help but miss my old muscular physique. I decided that I would work on getting it back later.
As I searched for something to wear, I realized that I should buy some new clothes for myself. I had been wearing Aditi's old dresses and the ones I bought with Abhi, which were more feminine. I found a blue striped shirt that I had tried before but didn't fit then. To my surprise, it was a perfect fit now, and I rolled up the sleeves for a casual look. I also found a black pair of jeans, but unfortunately, it was too loose for me. Feeling a bit frustrated, I stood there contemplating my options.
Just then, Aditi akka entered my room, calling out, "Are you ready di Divi?"
Meera looked stunning in her yellow full-sleeve round neck t-shirt paired with dark blue jeans that fit her perfectly. Her flowing hair and simple stud earrings added to her charm, while her white sneakers matched her outfit flawlessly. As she saw me, she inquired, "What happened, di? Is everything alright?"
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c1/49/2b/c1492bd0b6a8cbab935589c759407711.jpg
I admitted, "I couldn't find the right bottom to go with this shirt."
To my surprise, Meera found a black ankle-length leggings and insisted, "Try these, it will look great with the shirt. Don't worry; it won't look like regular leggings."
Reluctantly, I put them on, and much to my surprise, they fit perfectly and complemented the shirt well, covering some parts of my body. I decided to leave my hair as it was, planning to tuck it inside the shirt to avoid drawing any extra attention.
Putting on a watch and black sneakers with white laces completed the outfit. I requested, "Akka, please don't put any makeup on me. I want to keep the look simple and not too girly."
We set out to buy a gift for Meera, and upon entering the shop, we explored various options. After careful consideration, we selected a meaningful gift and had it beautifully gift-wrapped. I also picked up some luxurious chocolates for her. I have bought a cap and sunglasses along with it.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/21/e8/7a/21e87aa32e04d7f70146ce4e0c2f611f.jpg
At the counter, I suddenly realized I had forgotten my wallet. Panicked, I looked at Aditi akka, who assured me, "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll take care of it."
Heading to the coffee shop, we found a cozy spot, and Aditi akka laid out all the gifts on the table. As she offered to leave us alone for some private time, my phone rang—it was Meera. "Mama! Where are you? I'm already at the coffee shop!"
Nervousness washed over me, and I clung to Aditi akka's hand, pleading, "Akka, please stay with me. I'm a bit anxious."
She gave me a reassuring smile and replied, "Of course, di. I'll be right here with you."
As Meera entered the coffee shop, excitement and apprehension mixed within me.
Grammarly (Monday, 24 July 2023 14:13)
Aditi going sama
Minal (Monday, 24 July 2023 14:32)
Aditi.. i just love it. i want to be in place of praba.. going through all these events..
Minal (Monday, 24 July 2023 14:34)
anyone can reach me on insta.. @minalcrossy27
Abeena (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 03:24)
Great continue Adithi.....
Sravan (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 05:35)
Aditi your story is interesting continue more parts
.. (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 07:22)
Aditi super
aditi (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 09:55)
IG CELEBRITY-62
Meera entered the shop, searching for me, and asked, "Where are you, Prabha Mama?" I called out to her, waving my hand, and she finally spotted me. With confusion in her eyes, she cut the call and asked again, "Prabha Mama?"
I reassured her, "Yes, Meera, it's me."
Her face showed a mix of surprise and disbelief. I invited her to sit down, and she settled in next to me. Meera was wearing a simple yellow kurti with white accents and ¾th sleeves. Her transformation was astonishing—she had grown more beautiful, with subtle makeup enhancing her lovely features. Her eyes were captivating, and I noticed how her long, thick hair fell gracefully in front of her.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2e/74/ce/2e74ce45c6c9b2151b3e9f83b904f592.jpg
Both I and Aditi akka were awestruck by the sight of her magnificent hair. I had never paid much attention to it before, but now I understood why she cherished it so much.
Starting the conversation, Meera greeted me, "Hi Mama! Have you been waiting long?" I was speechless for a moment, but Aditi akka gently pressed my hand, prompting me to respond, "No, not long at all! I'm great, di. How about you?"
Meera replied cheerfully, "I'm doing great too, Mama!" She noticed Aditi and I realized I hadn't introduced them yet. "Oh, I forgot to introduce. This is Aditi akk—I mean Aditi! She's the daughter of my friend," I said.
Meera warmly introduced herself to Aditi, "Hi Aditi! I'm Meera!" Aditi smiled and complimented her, "Hi Meera akka! Your hair looks beautiful, akka!" Meera blushed and thanked her, creating a warm and friendly atmosphere between all of us.
Aditi understood that Meera might be confused about why I wasn't alone, so she added, "I just came to this shop and noticed that Divya—Prabha is sitting here! So I came to inquire about him, and at that time, you came exactly, akka! You can continue, akka! I will leave."
Meera replied, "Hey, it's okay dear! You can sit. We can also get introduced." I asked her, "How did the interview go, di? Did you get selected?" She replied, "I did well, Mama! Another round is there, but it will be on Monday." I responded, "So you will be here until then? Where are you staying, Meera?" She said, "I am staying with my friend! I will leave based on Monday's result, Mama."
We started discussing our family, and I asked her about my sister and her husband. After a few minutes, the waiter came to take our coffee order, and Aditi akka excused herself to go to the restroom. Meera then asked me, "Why are you wearing the cap inside the shop, Mama?" I quickly replied that I had forgotten to remove it and took off the cap, revealing my hair, which was swiped back and hidden inside my shirt. Though it was not obvious, it was still evident that I had grown out my hair.
She playfully remarked, "Mama! Seems like you have changed a lot! What happened to your favourite beard and Mustache?" I laughed to change the subject and replied, "Yeah, Meera! Thought of trying something new, so I went for the clean-shaved look for some time." She smiled at my response and commented, "Yeah, I could see, Mama! Even your weight seems to have reduced!" I added, "Yeah, Meera! Not voluntarily, though. Due to the pandemic, I was unable to go to the gym, so I gained some weight. Then, I started running and following a diet, which helped me lose the weight." She smiled back and said, "It makes you look so young! I couldn't recognize you at first."
I returned the compliment and said, "Even I could say the same! You have changed as well! You seem to have grown in height, Meera! And your hair is so beautiful!" Meera smiled, appreciating the compliment, and responded, "Thanks, Mama! Yeah, we used to be the same height, but now I have grown a little."
aditi (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 09:57)
IG CELEBRITY-63
Meera was puzzled and said, "You used to tell me to cut my hair, and today you're complimenting it? What's the secret behind this change, Mama?"
I smiled and replied, "Well, luckily you haven't heard all my suggestions! Sometimes, opinions change, and I must say, your hair looks absolutely stunning now, Meera!"
Both of us burst into laughter, and the atmosphere lightened up. Aditi joined us, smiling, and motioned me to give the gift that I had forgotten. I handed over the gift and chocolates to Meera, who looked pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "Thanks, Mama! When did you become so sweet? I appreciate the gifts!"
After enjoying our coffee, Meera and Aditi engaged in conversation, and Meera congratulated Aditi on moving to 11th standard. We chatted and laughed as we savored our coffee.
As the time to bid farewell approached, Meera informed me, "Mama, I have to leave. My friend will be waiting!"
I suggested, "Why don't we have dinner at a nearby restaurant before you leave?"
Meera politely declined, saying, "It's okay, Mama! I hope we will meet again soon."
She reached for her wallet, but I playfully scolded her, assuring her that I would take care of the bill since she was my guest. However, I suddenly realized that I didn't have my wallet with me. Aditi akka came to the rescue, assuring me that she would handle the payment.
Afterwards, we started heading out, and it struck us that we hadn't taken any photos together. Aditi suggested taking a selfie to capture the memory of our reunion. She skillfully took out her phone, and we posed together, Meera, Aditi, and I.
As we stood side by side for the photo, I couldn't help but notice the height difference between us. Aditi was the tallest, as I knew, but Meera was also a couple of inches shorter than her. Yet, with the heels she was wearing, she stood nearly 20 or 25 cm above me. I was taken aback by how much she had grown since the last time we met.
Aditi happily clicked the photo, capturing the moment. As I glanced at the picture, I could see that Meera had grown into a graceful and beautiful young woman. Her hair, now more noticeable up close, was indeed stunning, and I couldn't help but admire the person she had become.
As we waited for Meera's cab, we engaged in lively chitchat, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind swept by, snatching my cap away. I quickly bent down to retrieve it, but my long hair escaped from under my t-shirt, cascading all over my face. Struggling to hold it together, I managed to secure my hair into a ponytail before putting the cap back on.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/cb/f7/eacbf72a1f41c7c9fdfb61568b28169f.jpg
When I turned around, I noticed Meera's mouth wide open in surprise. It seemed that she had caught a glimpse of my hair before her cab arrived. Without wasting any time, she hurriedly got into the waiting cab.
Before she left, she kindly said, "Nice meeting you, Prabha! Your hair looks beautiful! Why do you hide it under that cap? Let your hair shine freely; it's too stunning to be hidden. Take care, Prabha! I'll call you once I reach my destination."
I stood there, feeling both touched by her compliment and inspired by her words. After Meera's cab drove away, I reached out and held Aditi akka's hand. She looked at me with warmth and asked, "Shall we head home, di?"
I nodded in agreement, and we made our way back home, enjoying the leisurely walk together. Once we arrived, a message came through on my phone, confirming Meera's safe arrival at her destination. I couldn't help but smile, grateful for the memorable day we had spent together.
Jhanvi (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 11:26)
Really nice parts Aditi, really enjoyed these stories.
Harshika (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:17)
Aditi ka alawa baki writters bhi abhi story likho please
Abeena (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:37)
Really good Aditi.....
Aji (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:39)
Aditi please make Divya wear bra and panty. I am eagerly waiting for that part.... Please.... please...... write it fast... Aditi fan
Gg (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 12:42)
Dancer What is the next story for next year?
aditi (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 13:02)
IG CELEBRITY-64
The next morning, I greeted Meera with a message, and she replied promptly. We started chatting through messages and headed to Aditi akka's room, where she noticed me messaging away. "Good morning, di Divi! Seems like someone's busy?" she remarked with a smile while putting on nail polish.
After completing her nails, she gestured for me to sit, and I complied. Aditi akka noticed my nails and suggested another coating, which she promptly applied to make them stronger. Meanwhile, Meera asked, "Prabha, are you free tomorrow? We are going to the movies. Maybe you can join us!"
Turning to Aditi akka, I inquired, "Akka, Meera is asking if I can join her for a movie tomorrow." She replied playfully, "Oh, super, di! You can go, sweetie! Hope this time you don't need me," winking at me. I smiled and replied to Meera, confirming that I would be coming. However, when I checked my account, I realized I had no money.
I told Akka, "Akka, I don't have any money in my account. What should I do?" She replied, "I don't have much money either, sweetie. You can ask Mom!" Once Akka finished my nails, I pondered how to ask Auntie for help. Although they had already helped me a lot, I didn't have any other options.
With Auntie often coming home late from the office, we hadn't been able to meet her much lately. That evening, we waited for her to return home. As always, she arrived late, scrolling through her phone in her room.
I knocked on her door and asked, "Auntie, may I come in?" Surprised to see me at that time, she welcomed me with affection. I entered wearing pink pyjamas and a headband to keep my hair in place after applying facial cream recommended by Akka.
"Waiting for you, Auntie, since I haven't seen you in days," I said. She moved closer and hugged me, expressing how much she missed us. Auntie mentioned her workload being more substantial lately and then asked how I was doing.
"I am fine, Auntie," I replied. She noticed my glowing face and inquired about it, as well as my weight loss. I explained, "Yes, Auntie! I am eating more than usual. Aditi akka suggested a diet and cream for my face, making my skin glow."
Then I realized that I had accidentally called Aditi 'akka' in front of Auntie. She noticed the slip and probably pondered how Dharshu auntie, who was once nearly my girlfriend, was now being called "auntie" by me, and her daughter 'Aditi akka,' who was much younger than me, was being called 'akka' by me. She asked, "Aditi akka?"
Realizing the mistake, I bit my lip. But she smiled and reassured me, saying, "Eat more! And look at your hair! How many times do I have to tell you to take care of it, sweetie?" She asked me to sit on the floor as she proceeded to take the band off my hair.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cd/28/64/cd2864d9b0d2f2a630f5b6f0dbfda409.jpg
Applying oil and gently combing my hair, Auntie detangled the knots. It was a bit painful, and I couldn't help exclaiming, "OUCH." I hesitated and then addressed her as "Auntie." She replied warmly, "Yeah, sweetie," and I spoke again in a softer tone, saying "Auntie." Curious, she asked, "Yeah, Divya ma! Tell me, what is it?"
Feeling a bit nervous, I uttered, "I have to ask you something, Auntie. Please don't get angry."
aditi (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 13:04)
IG CELEBRITY-65
Dharshu auntie asked me, "What is it, sweetie?" I told her, "Auntie! One of my relatives came to our city, and I have to go and visit her!" She wondered why I was asking for permission, and she replied, "You can go and visit anyone, Divya ma! Why are you asking me?" I explained, "Not that Auntie! She asked me whether I can join her for a movie with her friends. I am planning to go to that movie tomorrow."
She still seemed curious about what I was asking for, so I added, "But I don't have any money in my account, Auntie! So, could you please lend me some money? I will give it back to you once I get another project." I felt a bit embarrassed, as it was the first time since college that I had to ask someone for money like a kid. However, Auntie laughed and reassured me, "Oh sweetie! That's it! I was afraid you were going to say something serious! No worries, once we comb your messy hair, I'll give you the money."
I was so happy, and Auntie proceeded to divide my hair into two sections right down the middle of my head, creating a left section and a right section. She clipped or tied one side of my hair out of the way to work on one side at a time. She began by taking a small section of hair near my forehead and divided it into three equal parts. With each new cross-over, she added a small section of hair from the unbraided hair next to the strand she was crossing over. She continued this process as she braided down towards the nape of my neck, ensuring both sides were even. Once the braids were complete, she gently tugged on the edges to make them appear fuller and more voluminous.
After finishing the braids, she asked me to stand up. She got her wallet and gave me two 500 Rupees notes, asking, "Is this enough, sweetie?" I never imagined I'd be so grateful for 1000 Rupees from someone, but I was touched that she was willing to help without any hesitation. I thanked her and hugged her, giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and said, "If you want anything, you come and ask me, okay!" I nodded and smiled, and she added, "Now go to sleep! Look at the time! Take care of your health and hair!" I laughed and ran to my room, feeling a bit like a child.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6e/ed/cf/6eedcf59a3ea500f67ec89d2b9a5fdc2.jpg
Upon entering my room, I went to my vanity chair to put the money in my wallet. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed my hair was double braided, and I looked like a small girl. I went to bed and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and went out to get some toothpaste since I had run out. Aditi akka noticed me and called me over, surprised to see my hair in double French braids. "Who did this, di sweetie?" she asked. I realized she was referring to the braid, and I replied, "Auntie did it, akka!" She shared that she used to get this kind of pampering when she was a kid, and now I was experiencing the same. I smiled and went to brush my teeth, getting ready for the big day ahead.
Srs (Tuesday, 25 July 2023 15:33)
Adthi ur story is really good �, but try to make forced concept like constantly saying aunty or alka is not interesting make him forced to say. Add more ear pricing and nose pricing
VASANTHA (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 00:21)
Aditi your story very super �
Abeena (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 03:24)
Continue... Continue.......
Aji (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 03:25)
Aditi.... Aditi......aditi.....aditi......
Prasanna (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 05:46)
Aditi waiting for your story
Jhanvi (Wednesday, 26 July 2023)
Aditi your story is simply amazing
aditi (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:49)
IG CELEBRITY-66
On that afternoon, Meera had booked tickets for a movie, and I needed to reach the mall before the show. Since the movie mall was a bit distant from my area, I had to start early. After having breakfast, I took a bath and got ready for the movie. As I searched through my cabinet for something to wear, I found two shirts, but they were so baggy that they practically hid me. The other tops and dresses were too feminine for my liking. I decided to go with a simple t-shirt and jeans instead.
I opted for a yellow crop-top sweater, thinking it would be suitable for the climate, and paired it with a blue hip-rise jeans adorned with three buttons and a faded design. To hold the pants in place, I wore a brown belt. The long-sleeved top reached my palms, and I completed the outfit with white sneakers. Wanting to maintain a more masculine appearance, I combed my hair and put it in a low ponytail. I sought Aditi akka's opinion on my look, asking, "Akka! What do you think?" She sweetly replied, "Looking cute, di chellam! Enjoy the day! Did you get the money from Mom?" I confirmed that I had the money and informed her that I would manage by cab, not wanting to inconvenience her. With that, I left the house.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/40/75/2d/40752dcebf3e5e0cbd89b2cf36b399d8.jpg
I checked for a cab, but unfortunately, I couldn't find one nearby. So, I decided to take the bus instead. The nearest bus stop was within walking distance from home, so I made my way there. As I reached the bus stop, I noticed two people already waiting. I approached an elderly lady, around 70 years old, and asked, "Grandma! I am new to this area. Could you please let me know which bus will go to M mall?" She kindly turned around and replied, "I am also waiting for that bus, kutty! I will let you know once it comes." I thanked her and took a seat on the bench while messaging Meera to inquire if she was ready. She mentioned she would be at the mall in half an hour, and I patiently waited for the bus to arrive.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/86/7f/de/867fdedf81c31c160714c3ef298ddc92.jpg
After five minutes, a group of four boys came to the bus stop. It was evident that they were school students, dressed fashionably, and engaging in their conversation. One of the boys, named Rahul, was expressing his reluctance to take the bus, wishing they had opted for a bike instead. Another boy, Akash, explained that his bike was under repair, and taking the bus could also be fun since there might be girls onboard.
At first, the boys hadn't noticed me, but then one of them started staring at me intently. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as he seemed fixated on me. Eventually, I noticed his continuous glances and wondered why he was behaving that way. He motioned to his friend, asking him to look without being obvious. The friend turned around a few seconds later and also began observing me every now and then. The situation made me feel uneasy.
Finally, the bus arrived, bringing relief to the situation. Grandma confirmed that it was our bus. The boys hurriedly got on, and I offered to help Grandma with her suitcase. To my surprise, it was heavier than I anticipated, and I struggled to lift it. Suddenly, another hand appeared, and someone else helped me lift the baggage and put it inside the bus.
aditi (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:50)
IG CELEBRITY-67
As I stood there, feeling a bit inadequate for not being able to lift the baggage myself, the guy from the gang, who stood around 6ft tall and looked quite fit, effortlessly lifted the heavy bag and placed it inside the bus. Despite my initial embarrassment, I mustered a grateful smile and stepped onto the bus. I noticed the other boys exchanging glances, seemingly amused by the situation.
Inside the bus, no seats were available, and the two guys who were part of the gang had already secured seats. The helpful guy who assisted me earlier, along with the other gang members, were standing and holding onto the overhead bar with ease. I, on the other hand, struggled to reach the bar and ended up leaning against the side bar for support while texting Meera to let her know that I had started my journey.
As the bus picked up speed, the sudden brakes forced me to lift my hand to grab the overhead bar. Meanwhile, the other two guys who had earlier shown interest in me had also found seats, leaving me without one. I continued trying to hold onto the bar, but each time I did, my top would ride up, inadvertently revealing my waist and navel. It was a bit embarrassing, and I attempted to use one hand to hold my top down while gripping the bar with the other.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3b/aa/95/3baa95e2934e936449163ca52ec8987a.jpg
A few minutes later, the same guy who had helped me with the baggage called me over and kindly insisted that I take seat of him. I hesitated but eventually accepted his offer, grateful for his understanding and thoughtfulness. As I sat down, I couldn't help but be impressed by his presence of mind and consideration for others.
After a few more stops, the guy sitting next to me got off the bus, and I invited the tall guy, Rahul, who had helped me earlier, to sit beside me. He obliged, and I thanked him once more for his assistance. He explained that having a siblings made him familiar with the challenges of crowded public transportation, which I found surprising but heartwarming.
Our conversation continued, and Rahul introduced himself formally. I reciprocated, realizing that I hadn't shared my full name earlier. As we chatted, he curiously asked which school I attended, prompting me to chuckle. I clarified that I wasn't going to any school, which surprised him.
Rahul then inquired about our destinations, and to my surprise, we were both heading to the same mall. After a while, he hesitantly asked for my number, but sensing my hesitation, he suggested my IG account instead. I obliged, and he scrolled through my profile, expressing astonishment at the number of followers I had. He immediately followed me and complimented me on my looks, saying, "I thought you would have more followers because you're so pretty! So, you should have a lot more!"
His candid admiration took me aback, and I thanked him sincerely, appreciating the unexpected compliment. Soon, we arrived at our stop, and together we exited the bus, ready to enter the mall.
aditi (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:51)
IG CELEBRITY-68
I entered the mall and called Meera to inquire about her location. She informed me that she was waiting in the lobby. Spotting her, I approached, admiring her beautiful floral yellow top with grey accents and her long braided hair cascading down to her thighs. She wore elegant jhumkas and a necklace, making her look stunning. I couldn't resist complimenting her, "You look beautiful, Meera!" She graciously replied, "Thanks! You look beautiful too, Prabha! You decided to let your hair down, it seems." I smiled at her observation, pleased with the compliment.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/54/32/a5/5432a563bf5d00aea961f57a8c19cd44.jpg
Her friend, Sangeetha, who was around her height, looked modern and stylish in a white top rolled up to her arms, ankle-length blue jeans, and sneakers. She whispered to Meera, "I thought your mama is coming! Who is this kid, di?" Meera hushed her, and then introduced her as Sangeetha.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/82/88/4c/82884c8ddb3cf1994774779072ac692f.jpg
As we waited, their friend, Rohit, entered the scene. He was tall, muscular, and had a well-groomed beard and mustache, giving him the appearance of a model. Wearing a grey shirt and pants, he greeted everyone warmly. I introduced myself as Praba, feeling like a kid compared to his towering presence.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/74/5a/4d/745a4d8d0971ebb15820cc32e0f67041.jpg
Once the introductions were done, we proceeded towards the movie theater. I hadn't expected to see a guy with them, but it seemed like they were all close friends. We settled into our seats, with Meera sitting beside me and Rohit and Sangeetha beside them.
During the interval, Meera said she'd use the restroom, and Rohit and Sangeetha went to buy some snacks. I stayed back, fixing my ponytail that had come loose. Unfortunately, while doing so, my top rode up, revealing my navel again. Feeling a bit anxious, I tried to adjust it discreetly.
Suddenly, someone held my hand, and I was startled to see Swetha akka! She exclaimed, "Hi di, Divya ma! What are you doing here?" Fear gripped me as I worried about the consequences if Swetha and Meera were to meet and discover my deception. I began to sweat, and in a low voice, I nervously replied, "Hi Swetha akka! I came to see the movie akka! How are you?"
aditi (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:52)
IG CELEBRITY-69
"Aditi came with you? Where is she?" Swetha akka asked. I quickly replied, "No akka! I came with another relative! Aditi akka said she will not be able to come." Swetha responded, "Yeah, she told me the same! What were you doing, sweetie?" I explained that I was trying to adjust my ponytail. Concerned, she asked me to come to the side, and she started fixing my hair. Instead of the low ponytail I had, she put it in a high ponytail. Meanwhile, I noticed that Meera's friend had bought the popcorn and was heading back.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/5f/df/4f5fdf429d4df7aadeeaa581740a9bba.jpg
My panic increased, and I turned to Swetha akka's side. She adjusted my top and advised me to be careful in public. But my fear intensified when I saw Meera coming out of the bathroom, calling my name and my phone ringing. Swetha asked if my relatives would drop me off or if I wanted to join them after the movie. Still anxious, I told her, "No akka! I will go somewhere else with them! You can go!" She asked why I was in such a hurry and if I didn't want her to meet my relatives. My fear multiplied, realizing I was caught, and my true identity might be exposed. I worried about the consequences, with Meera likely revealing the truth to our relatives, and Swetha having a police father. I didn't know how I would manage this situation and its impact on everyone.
Meera called again, and she seemed to be coming in my direction. Swetha's friend called her at that moment, and she said, "Okay sweetie! I will come to your home later! Tata!" Then she left, and my heart rate finally normalized. Meera patted my shoulder, and I turned back, pretending nothing happened. She asked me, "Why are you not answering the call, Prabha?" I quickly replied, "Oh, sorry Meera, I didn't notice my phone ringing." Meera's friend joined us, and Sangeetha offered me popcorn, saying, "Have it, kutty!" I took it, and we resumed watching the remaining movie.
After the movie, we decided to have dinner at chicken place. We placed our orders and sat down to chat. They were surprised to find out that I was a freelancer and older than them. Everyone introduced themselves, and it turned out that they all had good jobs. When the food was ready, I offered to pick it up.
aditi (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 13:53)
IG CELEBRITY-70
As I was leaving, I could hear them asking Meera whether I was telling the truth or not. Then I went to pick up the order, and there were so many items on the plate. I paid 950 rupees for the food, leaving me with only 50 rupees for the bus fare and not enough for a cab. As I was struggling to lift the plate, I heard another voice saying, "Do you need help, Divya?" I turned to see that it was Rahul, and I laughed, saying I could manage. He replied, "You seem to have come with your elder sister and her friend, it seems?" I didn't know how to respond, so I simply said, "No, it's not my sister. I need to leave now. Bye." He smiled back and said he would message me on IG, asking me to reply. I smiled in response, then I went back to the table, realizing the plate was heavier than expected.
We started having our food and finished eating while Meera's friend left to wash her hands and use the restroom. It was just Meera and me sitting alone at the table. Meera started talking, "Compared to your morning hairstyle, this one suits you better, da Prabha!" I touched my hair and realized it was in a high ponytail, which I hadn't noticed before due to my fear. I replied, "Thanks!" She continued, "You used to tell me to cut my hair, and now you're growing yours! It's ironic!" We both laughed, and I told her I never thought I would grow my hair like this. She added, "Maybe now you understand how much effort it takes to take care of hair and how beautiful it can make us look." I simply smiled in agreement.
Meera then said, "Prabha, even when you came to our house during my schooling, you seemed distant and rugged, and you didn't talk much. But now, you look so soft, and I feel comfortable around you, da!" I noticed she was no longer calling me "mama" and referred to me as her friend using "da." I replied, "I'm happy to know that, Meera! I also feel comfortable talking to you." She added, "You also look so young and cute now, da! Even my friends don't seem to realize that you are older than us. So I told them you are around our age." We both laughed, and she playfully pinched my cheeks.
Soon, their friends returned, and we prepared to leave. Rohit went to get his car. As they bid us goodbye, they asked if they could drop me home, but I declined, mentioning that my home was in the opposite direction of their area. It was getting dark, and as I waited at the nearby bus stop, I started feeling afraid, although I couldn't understand why. Just then, I received a call from Aditi akka, inquiring about my whereabouts. To my unease, a drunk man was standing nearby. I was unsure of what to do when, at that very moment, Rahul and his gang appeared. They asked, "Hey Divya, what are you still doing here? It's getting late. Didn't your relatives or friends drop you off?" Strangely, seeing Rahul made me feel more at ease, and I replied, "They went home already, but I can manage to go home on my own!" In a playful manner, I emphasized my small biceps, and we both laughed as we waited for the bus.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4f/31/d4/4f31d4835268563471b86c233da1fc37.jpg
Neethu (Wednesday, 26 July 2023 20:46)
Great story di, Aditi... Please continue di....
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:11)
My real story starts when I was a 29 years old man. My life was no different from any other young man working for an MNC in a cosmopolitan city that is Pune. Back then, I used to live on rent in a duplex bungalow in Hadapsar. It was a shared arrangement where I lived on the first floor whereas the owner, my land lady, Mrs Sanchita Gadkari used to live on the ground floor. She was a widow and was only 28 years old at that time. She also had a baby girl named Ananya who was not even an year old. It was a nice arrangement as my rent supplemented their income (or at least that’s what I thought), and I would get a place to stay and eat dinner with them every night. Being of similar age, Mrs. Gadkari and I were quite open with each other, and used to have frank conversations. Mrs. Gadkari was a beautiful woman who though a widow, would always wear colorful sarees. Needless to say, I had a little spark in my heart for her. But I never expressed or even desired to express that to her. My reasons were a little complex that involved a mix for a respect for a woman, and my desire to keep my privacy. I was a lean fellow and liked my hair long, they came till my back and I always kept it in a man bun. I assume that you got the idea for my reason by now.
THE OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS
It was one fateful day when I got a call from Mrs Gadkari informing me that she had to go to a seminar and will be back on Monday afternoon. Since that day was Friday, it meant that she would be gone for the whole weekend. This was the first opportunity after I started living here when I would have the whole place for myself for such a long time. “Privacy at last!”, I thought to myself. That night, I ate my dinner which Mrs Gadkari had gracefully left for me, and as I was about to go to my room, I noticed that Mrs Gadkari’s room was ajar. I went to close it but when I saw that her wardrobe was also open, I couldn’t keep myself from having a look inside. How could I?
The wardrobe was full of different types of sarees petticoat and matching blouse. In one of the drawer were Ananya’s clothes and in other were Mrs Gadkari’s inner garments. My cross dressing feeling which I had suppressed for months now came out and I had to try on those delicacies’. I wanted to feel the fabric of everything present over there, her sarees, her blouses and even her bras and panties. Her bras were mostly maternity bra which are also called nursing bras, I could not take my hands of them, in fact any of them. After admiring her clothes for a while I just decided that I want to wear them and to feed to my desire, I undressed myself and tried on one of her blouse for size. Except for the bra cups, it fit me like a glove as if it was stitched for me only. But when I wore it, my hands did not match the feminity of the blouse. My hands looked hairy in the blouse so I had to do something about my body hair.
Mrs Gadkari was not coming before Monday so I had a full weekend to feed my own feeling. So to be ready for the next day, I dressed up in my clothes and shut Mrs Gadkari’s room’s door and went to my room and opened my laptop. I wanted to know how could I look more like a woman and how I could carry it. I watched many YouTube links for tips to wear saree, tips for how to look and feel good while cross dressing. While going through these sites I did not know when I went to sleep.WOMAN IN THE MIRROR
The next morning I got up afresh. I cleaned up and went to the nearby mall. I had made a list of what things I will need and accordingly I bought everything. If I was going to wear those clothes, I wanted to look the part. When I reached home, I applied hair removal cream to my whole body after testing it. Then I closely shaved my stubble which was not much; my facial hair were so light, I never had a five o clock shadow to begin with. After shaving I had a long bath under the shower. As the cream washed out so were my body hair. I came out of the bath and dried myself. To get rid of the irritation
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:14)
I applied baby oil to the whole body which gave me a shiny look. Naked I went downstairs with the things required for my dress up and into Mrs Gadkari’s room and opened her cupboard. I removed a bra and a panty from her drawer and also a white saree with blue abstract design. A matching blue blouse with white petticoat. The bra was a non-padded non-wired nursing bra (yes I had studied in great detail everything I was going to do and wear) I wore it but had some problems hooking it on the back but after a few attempts I did it. Then I kept in both the cups water filled balloons and adjusted the bra accordingly. The knots of balloons were a little big which gave the illusion of nipples. [LINK: How to create breastforms at home] Then I wore panties, while pulling the panties up over my hairless legs, it gave me a pleasant sensation and I had a bulge due to that. I adjusted my lady bulge between my legs and covered it with my panties. As a man, I was usually frustrated of my large behind due to which I had problem getting good pants of my size, but today that full round behind of mine had given me a perfect curve needed for what I was about to do. I tied the petticoat below my navel, it fit my curves well. I took the blouse and wore it adjusting my breast (my breast! How exciting) in the cups and clipping on the hooks. Now the blouse looked like it was worn by a woman. Now it was time for the saree. I opened the saved file on my laptop and started to wear the saree as instructed, after a few attempts I was able to wear the saree properly.
I looked in the vanity mirror. I released my man bun and styled my hair in a feminine way and was mesmerized by what I saw, I saw a woman looking back at me but there was still something amiss. When I looked at the dressing table, I found Mrs Gadkari’s jewellery box. I took out a pair of matching earrings and a necklace from the box. As I was from a Maharashtrian Brahmin family, my ears were pierced in the childhood which were really helpful today. I wore the dangling earrings in both my ears and the necklace also. I had never seen a woman more attractive than the one I could see in the mirror now. I instantly fell in love with her.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:17)
THE WOMAN OF THE HOUSE
For the whole day I was in that attire dressed like that way and behaving like a young woman that I was. I even dared to take food parcel from the delivery guy dressed like the woman I was that day.
The next day I wore fresh clothes, an old house hold saree. I washed the clothes I had worn yesterday acting as a housemaid and did all the household chores like that. I was in heaven.
That night I just went to my room to sleep. As Mrs Gadkari was coming back in the afternoon the following day, I had planned to sleep in the saree I was wearing, and then keep everything I wore back to the places I had found early in the morning.
CONFRONTATION
In the morning I got up, freshened up and went down adjusting my hair and saree thinking about the weekend that went by. But as soon as I got down, I heard Mrs Gadkari saying, “Oh my god.”
I screamed, “Mrs Gadkari?”
“Ajay? Is that you?” Mrs Gadkari asked.
I was so shocked and embarrassed, my mouth was wide open and I couldn’t utter a word. We just stared at each other speechlessly for a time that seemed like an eternity.
After getting some control over myself I said. “Mrs Gadkari, let me put Ananya in her room first. Then, I can explain everything to you.” Saying those words took a lot of courage when I was in that situation.
It must have been the longest minute of my life and I quietly walked back to the living room. Mrs Gadkari was sitting on the couch and she took a good look at me as I stood in front of her.
“I am sorry, Mrs Gadkari. I didn’t mean to insult you like this,” I said. “I think I should leave now.”
“So, when did all this start?” She asked calmly.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“I mean, this, when did you start cross dressing?” She said.
“Cross-dressing” I was startled to hear her say that word. It is not something that a common man or a woman knows. But may be she must have read it in newspaper. I was too afraid to even broach that subject.
“I … I started when I was in college. We had a gathering in our college and we had to perform a skit. As it was an all-boys college, no body was willing to become the heroine so I took it up and became the heroine. But the clothes, the feel and the touch of it, I liked it so much that I got hooked and never stopped.” I said.
“So, that explains the man bun and clean shave every day.” she said.
“I am sorry, Mrs Gadkari. I don’t know what to say. If you don’t want to see me again. I can understand. But I want you to know that I have always thought of you as my best friend, and I really hate myself right now for ruining our relationship.” I said with tears. It was a strange situation for me. I was able to express my thoughts to her because she had been a friend of mine for sometime. Someone I could talk to. But that day, it felt like the end of the friendship that we had. Though I was wearing a saree in that moment, I had nothing more precious to loose. So, I was able to pour my heart out to her.
“Don’t be silly, Ajay.”, she said while looking at me. She looked really calm at that point. I was puzzled as well as a little relieved at her response.
She came closer to me, and grabbed the hanging end of my saree (pallu) in her hands and said, “You draped this saree really well. Have you been practicing saree wearing for long?”
I somehow managed to look into her eyes and said, “No, this was the first time. I learnt it from youtube videos.”
“So, you are a quick learner. Ha ha”, she chuckled as she started noticing everything I had done to be a woman.
“I had a hunch about you being a cross-dresser since the first day I saw you. Your long hair, your man bun and your habit of keeping your face clean shaved all the time.”, she said as she gently moved her hands over my face and moved my hair aside that was falling over my face.
“You know, Ajay. You are really a gentleman. You had been living with me for a few months now, but you never took advantage of me being along with a baby, but instead you used to help me i
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:19)
but instead you used to help me in everything around the house for which I was really grateful and I started longing for you more. When I saw you wearing my clothes, at first I was angry for you invading my privacy. But I am also pleased that now I have my chance to express my love to you. Yes Ajay I love you. I always thought of you as my best friend too. That’s why we have no problem talking to each other. What surprised me was it took me all these days to finally see you like this. I must say, Ajay, you make a very attractive girl.”, she smiled at me.
“So, you mean you don’t hate me?” I asked with my tears stilling rushing out of my eyes.
“Of course not, silly. Cross-dressing is not a sin. And I understand that. Let’s just say that I have some personal experiences in that regard. I’m really glad this happened. Now, there’s no secret between us anymore.”, she said and with a brief pause and love-filled eyes she continued, “Ajay, I know you will find this a little strange in this situation. But let’s just say that I have started to like you. My question for you is: Can you accept me, a widow, as your wife?”
That was indeed a strange question to ask given the situation I was in. This was a strange turn of events for me. More than that, what kind of personal experience she had about cross-dressing? Was her late husband a cross-dresser? Or maybe someone in her family? Though those questions came to my mind, I was too relieved at the moment to be bothered by those puzzling questions.
Here I was standing in-front of a beautiful woman I was secretly in love with. I would never have thought of proposing her ever. But here she was proposing to me instead. The fact that I was dressed like a woman and wearing a saree made that proposal a little bit embarrassing for me. She might have forgiven me for now, but would she accept the woman I had inside me.
“Mrs Gadkari, you have seen me as a woman now. But before I give you my answer, can you tell me if you are going to be ok with seeing me, a man as a woman in house everyday?”, I asked.
“Come on, Do I look like I’m such a close minded person? I saw you with Ananya earlier, I know you love her very much, and I know you would be a great father for her. And from now on, please call me Sanchita. I don’t want to be called Mrs. Gadkari ever again.”, she said.
“Yes, Mrs. Gadkari … I mean Sanchita.”, I fumbled as I wiped my tears.
“Look, Ajay. I don’t want you to accept me as a wife just because I caught you dressing up as a woman. I don’t want you to feel that you have to accept me because I know your secret. Your secret is safe with me. If you are ok, we could live in a live-in relationship for the next few days, and you can make a decision afterwards.”, she said looking into my eyes holding my hands closer to her full bosom. It seemed like her eyes were waiting for an answer, and I nodded in yes. Honestly, I felt like blushing and I wanted to hide my face with my saree. It was really strange that I was proposed by a woman, and I was the one who felt and blushed like a woman.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:21)
That’s my girl. Thank you, Ajay.”, Sanchita said and hugged me. For the first time, I felt the warmth of her soft embrace.
“So, Jaya …”, Sanchita said with a teasing smile, “From now on, Jaya is going to be your name. So please start with the cleaning-up of our house because you are more appropriately dressed in your daily-use saree to do the housework. I am going to feed Ananya and prepare my room so that we all can live together there from tomorrow!”
“I will gladly start to work, Sanchita.”, I said with a smile.
I had to take a casual leave from my office that day. I was really excited to start living with Sanchita. In that excitement, I could not even sleep well that night. But how could a woman like Sanchita accept me in her life so easily? What was the catch? How did she know about cross-dressing? Those were the questions, I should have asked her. But when you are about to get your dream fulfilled, why bother ruining it? Probably, thinking like that was a mistake.
BLOSSOMING
The next day, when I woke up, it was a pleasant feeling to feel the softness of the nightie that I had worn at night. It’s soft material slipped over my hairless body. I didn’t want to let go of that feeling. But I had to change. I had to change back to being a man so that I could go to my office and work. I did not want to go but I knew that I need to be a bread winner for my new family.
My day at office went as usual business, but inside my heart, I was restless to go back to a place I could call my home, where I could go back to being a woman. The luck seemed to be on my side. Could this all be too good to be true? I didn’t care because I could now spend my time as a woman with another woman whom I loved.
As soon as I got home, Sanchita came rushing to close the door. “I have a surprise for you.”, she said as she hugged me tightly, “Go and check it in our room.” She smiled and pointed me towards her room which was now going to be our room.
But when I got there, there was nothing to surprise me. I gave her a puzzling look. She said, “First, go and freshen up. I will have the surprise ready in a minute.”
I did what I was told. When I came out, on the bed I found a set of hosiery bra and panty with a slip and a printed blue salwaar kameez. The packet also consisted of matching earrings and makeup. My excitement showed no bounds looking at all those things that were chosen specifically for me.
“I went shopping today to get a new set of bra and panties for you. You don’t need to wear boring nursing bras sweetheart.”, she looked at me with tilted head flicking her long hair.
“Thank you, Sanchita.”, I felt emotional as I said this to her. “Now, don’t be too emotional. It’s time for Jaya to get ready!”
As Sanchita was about to leave the room, I stopped her and said, “Aren’t you going to help me get ready?”
“I am going for a moment to feed Ananya dear. It’s her dinner time.”, she said pointing towards her blouse that covered her full soft chest, “Besides, you need to learn to dress up on your own.” She said and left me alone in that room.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:24)
Left alone, I noticed that Sanchita had also managed to find breast forms as well for me! I slowly slipped my arms through the bra straps and easily hooked it in back. I was now an expert with lots of practice! I made some small adjustments so the bra felt comfy as I inserted breast forms in “my bra”. I had learned that a good fitting bra is a bra you don’t realize you were wearing. I disagree. I definitely wanted to feel the bra on me and took it as a reminder of my hidden femininity. The bra fit well like a nice hug. The matching panty was no less exciting. It too fit perfectly hugging my bottom and hips. I looked in a full length mirror that was in the corner of the room. I took some extra time to admire my new form. It looked like I had breasts as I ran my hands over my hips, turning around and looking at myself from every possible angle. From every view, I looked perfect.
I looked like a young woman in her undergarments admiring her young slender figure. I opened the dress. First I wore the slip. The slip fit me like a glove supporting my breasts and pushing out perfectly, then I wore the elegant salwar kameez. The kameez (top) hugged my figure while accentuating my curves. I stood up and sashayed I stood up and sashayed around the room using my best feminine walk. I walked to the vanity table. The feeling of the dress against my legs and seeing how my enhanced breasts jiggled in my bra was beyond a dream. My bra was pushing out the front of my dress, giving me a very convincing bust line. I was proud and ashamed at the same time I had gone this far and it made sense to wear a little make up, after all…a girl always wants to look her prettiest!
I sat down at her vanity, crossing my legs, and sitting up in a girly manner, turning on her makeup mirror to assess what I had to work with. With expert hands, I applied foundation. Carefully spreading it around, working it into my skin so it hid my blemishes. I tweezed my eyebrows a little, but not too much, just enough to get a little of that arch effect that so many beautiful models have today. Next I used eye liner, just a little to set off my eyes a bit. Then my favourite part… I applied my mascara. Thick, dark, long lashes! Was I born with it or was it Maybelline? *giggle* finally using some blusher on my cheeks to make them look nice and bright. And to complete my look I placed a red bindi on my forehead as I was going for a married house wife look, I was able to find some glossy lipstick matching the dress I was wearing.
I brushed my long black locks and pulled my hair back on one side. I looked so good, no one would ever recognize me. There was a big smile on my face when Sanchita entered the room.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:26)
“A nice girl should never forget her dupatta. “, she said and placed a light feather like dupatta over my arms. Since I wore a sleeveless kameez, the feel of dupatta on my skin was amazing. I blushed as she looked at me intently. Getting over my hesitation and with a big smile, I came out of the room with her expecting to go into the kitchen and help her with the cooking. But she had completely different plan set out for me.
Sanchita gave me a purse, put it on my shoulders, and said, “Jaya, you are not only a woman of the house, but you have a dual role as a man too. Now, please go to the nearby shop and buy the vegetables from this list.” She handed me a list of things to purchase and some carry bags.
“But Sanchita, I have never ever done that.”, I was so afraid to go out as a woman that my voice cracked.
“Never purchased vegetables?”, she said almost ignoring what I said. “No … I mean never gone out as a woman.”, I said.
“There is always a first time, Jaya. Now, be a man, and get me those things. I need those things to cook dinner tonight.”, she insisted.
I was frightened to my wits, though I had cross dressed many times, I had never gone out dressed alone and now I had to go out in a simple yet attractive salwar kameez and also buy vegetables. I pleaded with Sanchita to not to send me out like that but the plea was falling on deaf ears. She was not ready to listen at all.
I don’t remember how long I argued with her, but in the end, I agreed to her demand. I came out terrified, an emotional mess, as I walked slowly for the fear of being recognized. But Sanchita assured me that there was a little chance of somebody recognising me as I looked like a natural. While I may have dreamed about going out in public as a girl, but this was too soon that too without any practice.
I was not able to comprehend as to what to do. I started walking but during that 5 minutes’ walk from the house till the shop, it was like 5 hrs. I was convinced that every person was staring at me and laughing at my predicament after all I was a man looking like a girl. But when I looked up I saw no one looking at me and everybody was busy with their own work. It was just my imagination. I became little confident that nobody could see through my disguise. The only incident that happened with me was that the vegetable seller had a little suspicion when I tried to mimic a girlie voice while making the payment. But pretty soon, he got occupied dealing with other lady customers at his shop. Those ladies shoved at me and pushed me aside as I was picking up my bag of vegetables. But instead of being angry at them I was elated that I was being treated like a fellow woman like them. From there, I carefully walked back home while carrying bags with my one hand and managing my dupatta with another which would slip and spread over my arm from time to time. I realized that I should have pinned my dupatta before coming out.
When I reached home with the groceries and the vegetables, Sanchita took it all from me and went to the kitchen. She didn’t even ask me how I felt or managed when I was out alone.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:30)
Aren’t you going to ask if anyone recognized me outside or if something bad happened?”, I asked her. “No”, she gave a curt reply.
“You have no sympathy for me, Sanchita. I was terrified.”, I said.
“But not any more. Isn’t it? This is called ‘Tough love’ Jaya. That’s how we learn quickly.”, she smiled at me. May be she was correct. Her ways of teaching me womanhood were working.
At night, I wore a pretty nightdress that Sanchita had purchased for me. She herself was wearing one. Since we always had been friends and talked a lot with each other, we did the same. The only difference was, I did it this time like a woman. And when we were done talking, I got to hold her in my arms while sleeping. Being a bachelor young man, it was natural for me to desire to touch her body. But when I tried to do anything more than hugging, she gently pushed me aside. I knew she meant that we weren’t ready for anything like that yet. I would have to wait.
The rest of the week passed smoothly. Everyday when I would get back from work, I would quickly change into being a woman. I was learning all the ways of being a woman at home with Sanchita. She taught me things like how to walk, talk and behave as a woman. She taught me how to present myself gracefully in front of others. I was happy that Sanchita was there with me.
The next Sunday was a little bit different. Sanchita had left a packet for me that contained a black saree with blue border and a black blouse along with a matching bra-panty set. After a long break I was getting to wear a saree I was excited. I wore the saree, did my makeup, I styled my hair but I kept them open, did not tie them in a rubber band, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, now I was doing most of the household work and Sanchita was taking care of Ananya. When I went to give Sanchita the tea I had prepared, she declared some guests were coming to the house and I was to take care of the guest. I got scared because when I went outside as a woman, no body used to interact with me, so there was no possibility of somebody finding my secret but now guest were coming to the house that was a totally different situation. This would be a big test of what I had learned in the past few days. But Sanchita comforted me, ”Jaya be confident of yourself you are a woman now you were meant to be. Since I will be talking to guests and taking care of Ananya, you would be there to do the job of serving our guests at home. Aren’t you excited?”
I was nervous as wreck. At around 11 o clock, the mentioned guest came it was a family whom I had never met, I served them water and ran into the kitchen. Later Sanchita called me and asked me to bring some tea. When I served them tea one of the guest asked as to who I was, Sanchita introduced me to everybody as Jaya, her friend who is helping her take care of the home while she herself is nursing Ananya.
I was surprised that I was able to handle this situation very well. The female guest even teased me, and complimented for my looks. It was a scary but wonderful experience. If I want to live as a woman, I would be facing this situation sooner or later anyway. Probably, Sanchita planned it in a way such that I don’t feel overwhelmed. She must have been confident about me to deal with such a situation.
After everybody left I hugged Sanchita and thanked her for every experience she gave me. “Sanchita, I am sure that I am in love with you, and I would like to spend my whole life with you. I am ready to get married to you.”, I told her.
“Not so soon dear.”, she said smilingly as she went back to sit on a couch and opened her blouse and her nursing bra slightly to feed “our” daughter Ananya.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:32)
THE REVELATION
I was perplexed at Sanchita’s response. But Sanchita became serious and said, “I would love to marry you Ajay but I need to talk to you about something which I have never mentioned before.” I was more surprised that she called me Ajay and not Jaya though I was wearing a saree at that moment and talking to her like a woman.
“What is it Sanchita?”
“Well Ajay it is about my past.”
“Well what about it I love you Sanchita and I don’t care about your past as you accepted me with everything. I would like to do the same to you. I will accept you with your past present and future. I don’t care that you are a widow and you were married once.”
Click here to read all parts of this story
She got a little more serious and said, “It is true that I was married once. But … I was married not as a woman but as a man.”
“What?”
“Yes, I once used to live as a man and went by the name Sachin Gadkari.”
“But Sanchita how is it possible I have seen you breast feeding Annanya and males do not breast feed?”
“With today’s science everything is possible you will not believe, even though I am Ananya’s father, I have given birth to Annanya and due to the circumstance and the need, I decided to live a life of a woman, but trust me, I love you from all my heart and I have decided to live my whole life as a woman for you. In the future if we get married I will be the woman of the house and you can have best of both the worlds you can be Jaya or Ajay whenever you like but I‘ll be staying as Sanchita for you and Ananya.” She looked really nervous.
My mind started getting dizzy with all the words she said. I could clearly see a woman nursing her baby in front of my eyes. How could she have been a man in the past? A little confused, I picked up my saree pallu and sat beside Sanchita to show her my acceptance and love and to also make her more comfortable.
“Sanchita you know this well, we will get married. I promise you that as I also love you from the bottom of my heart. But I cannot fathom about you being a man in the past. I don’t believe that. You are tricking me, right?”
Sanchita looked at me with pleasing eyes. She smiled and started narrating her story.
Fan (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:33)
https://youtu.be/X6c2r8dH4EI
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:34)
I am not tricking you into anything, Ajay. This is the truth. I had married a girl named Sanchita in 2018. Sanchita was the love of my life. We had met in college, we graduated together and also started our own business together our start-up was an instant success and were able to expand were well. When we thought that our business was stable we married each other. But this happiness was not to last long. A year after our marriage we were coming back from a business trip when we met with an accident. I was lucky enough to escape with a few scratches due to the seat belt but Sanchita was not that lucky. She was seriously injured and went into coma. In the hospital I got the news that Sanchita was pregnant and the foetus was still alive. Sanchita’s condition was deteorating day by day as the injury to the head was no healing fast enough. In this process one of her veins in the brain burst open and Sanchita was brain dead.
Dr. Inamdar who gave me the news also told me that the foetus in her womb was alive and healthy and if given a proper environment, it can grow and take birth. We have very little time to find that suitable environment. In the next two days if we can get a surrogate mother we can implant the foetus in her womb.
I wanted our child to live in the memory of Sanchita. I started my search for a surrogate. I desperately searched for a woman who could become a surrogate for my baby but nobody was ready to take the risk. I tried every possible sources but in wane. The next day Dr Inamdar called me he asked me how serious was I about the baby. I replied “Doctor I want the baby if I could become a surrogate I would.” The head of the OBG/GYN was consulted, she told it was possible with a new experimental procedure that is fraught with risk and side effects. She told me about all the side effects. But without thinking of the consequences I agreed and signed the paper of acceptance.
Soon, a nurse named Richa arrived to give me an injection and wheeled me off down the corridor. I had no memory of what happened next. Sometime next day I woke up in my hospital bed with Richa at my side. She explained the womb transplant procedure that had been done on me the night before. The bandage over my painful abdomen covered the incision into which Sanchita’s womb and live foetus had been transplanted.
A few days after the transplant, I just remember being in pain and wondered how was I ever going to go through this ? But then I remembered I was doing it for my child, for Sanchita. Two days later, as the incision on my abdomen began to heal, the doctor informed me about how they are going to proceed in the months to come. “Since you are not a genetic woman, you will be delivering your baby through a Caesarean section procedure. And after you have delivered your baby, you will have to take the responsibility for breast feeding the child.”
“Breast feeding? How is that going to be possible Doctor?”, I asked in confusion. I hadn’t realized the situation I got myself into.
“Sachin, due to all the medications being given to you to create an hospitable environment for the baby to grow within your body, you are going to experience some changes in you. And you will have breasts by the time a baby is delivered and would be secreting milk. You were told about this, don’t you remember?” I nodded in yes though I hadn’t paid attention to all these things when it was described to me first. I was too desperate to care because I wanted to save my baby.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:37)
By the time of my discharge after the transplant procedure, we had taken care of Sanchita’s last rites and I was an emotional wreck with Sanchita’s memories but then I decided to move on for Sanchita and the baby who needed a healthy and happy environment to thrive. A few weeks later my chest had noticeably swelled and started to look more like breasts. Soon I realized that over the next several months the fitting of my clothes would become a problem. In those days, I had started to feel exhausted soon. So Richa was appointed as my nurse who would take care of me through the whole pregnancy. At that time, I had not thought about living my life as a woman. I thought of myself as a man who just happened to carry a baby inside. I believed that I would get back to my regular life as soon as my baby is delivered.
After a few weeks of stay at home, one day Richa was helping me change my clothes. She had noticed the swelling on my chest that looked like new budding breasts. “Sachin, you are going to get your first bra dear!” she explained as she cupped my breasts. Next morning when I woke up, I realized that I was wearing a woman’s silk nightgown. This nightgown belonged to my wife Sanchita. “I hope you slept more comfortably in that nightgown.”, Richa said with a smile. I couldn’t say much in response. “You’ll be much more comfortable wearing this so as to not have any irritation or itchiness at the operated area and it looks very good on you,” she added. Wearing a woman’s nightgown was not something I decided to do because I had any desire to be a woman, but rather it was the need of the hour. I needed something comfortable to wear in my situation. And that gown made me feel a lot more comfortable, so I didn’t object.
The days were passing by at a very slow pace while Richa helped me take care of all the things at home and changing my clothes too. I would be wearing nightgowns almost all the time. Soon, I had started to recover and feel better. So Richa suggested that we should take a short walk outside. Going out in a nightgown was not an option as everyone knew me in the area. I could wear my regular clothes to go out, but I had to wear my new bra underneath to protect my sensitive nipples.
Fortunately my breasts, while becoming more prominent, could still be concealed under my jacket. However, my hair had started getting longer quicker than it used to. All the hormones from medications running inside my body were leading to these changes I hadn’t planned for. Since I hadn’t gone out to get a hair cut due to my special situation, my hair had grown below my shoulders. Thankfully, Richa tied it into a ponytail so that I don’t have to worry about managing it all the time.
One day Richa informed me that we would have to visit Dr. Inamdar’s office for regular weekly checkup.
“I suggest you should start wearing something more comfortable soon.”, Richa said.
“What do you mean more comfortable?”, I asked her. I just prayed that she didn’t mean what I was afraid of. “Listen Sachin. Men’s clothes are not designed to take care of a pregnant body. You can’t wear your regular pants as it would put too much pressure around your abdomen.” She said exactly I was afraid of. “Why don’t you wear salwar suits? The salwars have an adjustable width around the waist, and kurtis would be roomy enough to accommodate your breasts.”, she added.
“No way I am going to do that.”, I retorted.
“Don’t you want to take care of your baby, Sachin? Now, don’t be so adamant due to your male ego. With a little touch-up of makeup, I can make you look so natural that no one would suspect that you are a man.”
I was angry at her suggestion. But the truth is the hair on my face and arms were getting thinner and lighter each day that those were barely noticeable. Since I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of my neighbours, I decided to relocate to this house where we live today as it was secluded and accessible. When I was with Dr Inamdar for my check-up I st
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:40)
I was with Dr Inamdar for my check-up I started on the subject. Somewhat to my surprise he agreed readily. “Looking at the circumstances it would be a better option for you to dress up more comfortably.”
I had to plan everything in such a way that for everybody Mr Sachin Gadkari had died and his widow Mrs Sanchita Gadkari had shifted to the house with a nurse. I appointed a legal advisor to shift all my assets to Mrs Gadkari and to avoid any legal issue I changed my name to Mrs Sanchita Gadkari and gender to female. With the hospital’s certificate due to my medical circumstances, it was not very difficult to get it done. I had legally became Mrs. Sanchita Gadkari from then on.
After moving to this house, my transformation into Sanchita had started. Richa looked into Sanchita’s wardrobe to see if anything would fit me and to our surprise, my body had changed considerably that I was able to fit in many of Sanchita’s clothes with a little altering here and there. The next day Richa persuaded me to go out on our daily walks as a woman. She first sat me in front of a mirror and proceeded to apply some cosmetics that I barely understood. With my face made up and my nails painted, my masquerade was about to begin. My hair had already become long enough that with a little styling, it could pass as a modern girl’s hair. Richa then dressed me into a Salwaar suit to go along with flat women’s shoes and a dupatta, and placed a purse on my shoulder. “Are you ready to go out for a walk, Mrs. Sanchita Gadkari?”, she smiled with excitement. That was the first time she called me Sanchita. I was too nervous to say anything.
“Can’t we go somewhere far from here where no one recognizes me?”, I said to her. Though no one in this new neighbourhood knew me, I didn’t want to come out as a woman here so soon. Richa agreed and we decided to go to a park for a walk. It was decided that we would drive up to there in my car. Nervously I stepped into the street and took the dozen steps to my car. I reached for my pocket to find the keys but I had no pockets in my salwar kurti! Richa laughed and gave me the keys and asked me to keep it in my purse from that day onwards.
As soon as I sat in the car, Richa said to me, “First, smooth your salwar under you and cover your chest with your dupatta.” I nervously did that when she whispered into my ears, “Relax. No one can tell!”
Driving my car wearing women’s shoes felt like an alien thing. I had to adjust my dupatta from time to time as it would slip over my forearms. I felt a relief when I came out of our complex without encountering anyone.
At the park, Richa warned me, “You will have to modulate your voice if you talk to anyone. Remember, you will feel that women are treating you differently now because they will see you as their equal. But men … you will see to it yourself.” She laughed but I was extremely nervous.
Somehow, the evening breeze comforted me and I felt relaxed as we went for a walk. No one paid any special attention towards us, except, may be for a few young men who wanted to get good eyes on the two young women walking alone.
When we got back home, Richa taught me a few more things about removing the makeup before going to bed, and how I should keep a lipstick in my purse to do touch up when I go out. It was overwhelming but I was learning things quickly. Now, I was confident enough to go out for a walk in this neighbourhood.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:42)
On Sunday for the first time we went to a nearby temple. I found it difficult to concentrate on the puja and of course my voice was not yet sufficiently controlled to join in the arti. Nevertheless it was deeply satisfying to sit quietly pondering God’s purpose in permitting me to become a mother. I prayed silently for the health and future of my unborn child. I prayed for the peace of Sanchita’s soul. Somehow remembering Sanchita gave me a new sense of purpose.
I had started to adjust to my new life. I felt comfortable to go out on walks on my own. Though my belly wasn’t big at that time, but my breasts had grown bigger. I found it easier to go out wearing salwars as a woman rather than wearing male clothes and trying to explain my bulging chest to neighbours. My choice to present myself as a woman was more because of the situation I was in.
I would still dream of days when I would go back to my normal life when I could be a man again. I would touch my belly everyday with love, and prayed for the baby to come out safe when the time is right. I was fine living as a woman until that time.
One day, Richa had to go back to her home due to some situation in her family. I had an appointment with Dr. Inamdar and his female colleague Dr. Niya that day. I was comfortable enough to visit their on my own. At the hospital, I waited patiently with other expecting mothers in the same room.
When my turn came to see the doctor, Dr. Inamdar saw me and said, “You look really happy, Sachin. The joy of pregnancy is visible in your face.” I blushed in response.
“Listen, Sachin. Here is Dr. Niya, she is a colleague of mine. She is going to do some examinations on you. I think you will find it more comfortable than I examining you.”, he said.
Dr. Niya took me to another closed room where she asked me to remove all of my clothes for a physical examination. I felt a little embarrassed removing all my clothes in front of her as I got more aware of my body when she examined it closely. Until then, only Richa had seen me naked. Now, here was another woman touching my breasts, my belly and checking me from head to toe.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:44)
Your breasts are developing well, Sachin.”, she said. “Please call me Sanchita.”, I said shyingly.
“Alright Sanchita. It looks like your breasts will be ready for breast feeding by the time baby is delivered. Have you observed that your hips have gone bigger? Do you feel any discomfort there?”, she asked.
“Not really. As long as I wear my panties, I feel fine.”, I said.
“Good that you are wearing panties. You should continue to do that until a few months after the baby is delivered. When the effect of hormones will start to subside, you can then go back to wearing your male underwear.”, she said.
That conversation was not really something I was comfortable with. I just wanted to get done with the check up and leave.
“Your baby is growing well, Sanchita. In a few months, your belly will start getting increasingly visible.”, she smiled.
As soon as Dr. Niya was done, I grabbed my dupatta and covered my breasts with it. When she left the room, I wore back all my clothes starting with my bra first.
When I got back home, Richa was already there and she had a gift for me in her hands. When I opened the gift, I found a book titled ‘For expectant mothers’. I got really emotional when I saw that book and hugged Richa.
Richa had another surprise for me. She handed me an invitation card and told me that it was for one of her friend’s wedding in a few weeks time, and she wanted me to go there with her.
“No way!”, I said. “Come on Sanchita. You remain stuck inside this home all the time. Can’t you join me for one day? Haven’t been a good friend for you?”, Richa tried to play emotional with me. May be it was because of my hormones that I reluctantly agreed to her.
On the day of wedding, I had worn a salwar suit as usual but a little brighter one than usual and got ready. But Richa had other plans. She just ordered me to strip to my bra and panty, then from the wardrobe retrieved a delicate maroon silk saree with petticoat and matching blouse that my wife used to wear on special occasions. I got emotional looking at that saree and I told Richa that I won’t be comfortable wearing that saree, and besides I have never worn one before. But Richa said, “I have seen pictures of your late wife wearing this saree. She seemed really happy in this. Don’t you think she would be happy if you wear this one while carrying her baby with love?” And that’s how she convinced me and draped a saree on me, and also did my makeup. When I looked in the mirror I could not lay eyes off myself. That was the first time I had worn a saree. The saree was surprisingly comfortable to wear especially with my big pregnant belly as I was getting closer to my due date. We attended the function and every other lady in that wedding came up to me noticing that I was pregnant. They all showered a lot of love on me and my unborn baby. Everyone wanted to help me that day. That day I got to know the real efficiency of a saree and got hooked. That day onwards I only wore sarees as an everyday wear.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:47)
Days were flying by fast, and one day, to my surprise, Richa had organized this special program called ‘Dohale Jevan’ celebrated for an expectant mother in Maharashtrian families. It is similar to ‘God bharai’ or the baby shower. Richa had invited her friends and all the women relatives of hers for this special occasion. Richa’s close cousins took charge of draping me in a nauvari saree and decorating jewellery made of flowers for the special occasion. And one by one, women came up to me and gave me their blessings for a healthy baby. Though I hadn’t dreamed about something like that, I was happy, emotional and truly thankful to Richa to make my pregnancy experience memorable.
Richa was always there for me during my pregnancy months and she stood by me when I reported to the hospital for my delivery on my due date. After receiving an injection, I vaguely remember being wheeled to a special room where I was being operated for a C-Section.
The next morning when I woke up, I saw Richa standing in front of me. And with a big smile on her face, she handed me a bundle of joy in my arms that had tiny fingers and a small face. “You have a beautiful baby girl, Sanchita.”, Richa said.
I looked at the face of the baby that I had taken care of in my womb for the past nine months. The tears of joy rolled down my eyes.
“Look how beautiful she is dear. You know what … she is waiting for her first meal from her mother! Let’s teach you how to feed your baby.”, Richa said and with the help of another nurse, they brought the baby closer to my bosom. When my daughter grabbed my nipple for the first time, the joy and the satisfaction I experienced was something that no man can ever imagine. The motherly love flowed through my breasts to feed my baby daughter Ananya.
It was after a few days of Ananya was born, I had a conversation with Dr. Niya and Dr. Inamdar. “Sanchita, we are really happy to see that your baby is doing well, and you are able to provide nourishment to your daughter. Congratulations for becoming a mother!”, Dr. Inamdar said.
“Thank you, Dr. Thank you for everything you did for me.”, I said as I held my baby close to my chest affectionately.
Dr. Niya then said, “Sanchita. I personally advice you to nurse your baby as long as you can because a mother’s milk is the best food a baby can get…. But there is something else you should know.”
“What is it, Dr.?” I asked.
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:49)
“I hope you remember our conversation that once you stop feeding milk to your baby, your body will start going to back to being normal. The good news is you will be able to live your life again as a man and a father in 2-3 months after that.”, Dr. Inamdar said.
Instead of feeling happy, I started to cry when I heard what he said. “No!! Why can’t I be a mother to my daughter? I carried her in my womb! I don’t want to be a father. I want to be her mother.”, I cried incessantly.
Listening to my cries, Niya came and sat next to me. She hugged me and said, “We wanted to check that with you, Sanchita. There is a way that with some lifelong medications, you can live your life as a mother. We want to make sure that you want that from your life. If you agree, we will start giving you those medications right away.”
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023)
THE HEART CONFUSES
Sanchita paused after her story. She looked at me with wet eyes. I still could not believe what she had told me.
“Ajay, that is the story of my past. I never intended to be a woman, but my daughter made me a mother, and I want to continue living like that. That’s why I decided to take those medications. The other day when I caught you wearing my saree for the first time, I was afraid that you might have learnt about my truth. That’s why I was furious at you first but when I noticed that you have no idea, I calmed myself a bit.”
“After Ananya was born, Richa accompanied me for a few weeks, but she had to go back to her work and serve other needy patients. I was left alone with my baby daughter. That’s why I decided to get a paying guest. And that’s when you entered our life. You were of my age, so I found it very easy to talk to you. I enjoyed your company. I was able to laugh with you. I loved to get your help doing the chores in the house. And the way, you took care of Ananya affectionately, I started noticing how would it be if Ananya had a father. Within my heart, I had already started seeing you as her loving father. I started developing feelings for you. If I have to be very honest, I am not sure that I want a husband in my life, at least not for the physical company. I may be a mother, but I am not sure if I am ready to be a wife. But all I know is that I would want Ananya to have a caring father. I want a companion in my life with whom I could talk about my life and make decisions with him. But if you are looking for a wife who would love you physically, I am not sure I am capable of doing that. I am a woman, but not a complete one.”, Sanchita said.
I could only look at this beautiful woman, trying to understand what her heart was going through, but I couldn’t say any word that would make her comfortable. I tried to wipe her tears.
She looked at me again and said, “Ajay, I don’t want to force you into anything. I would understand if you don’t accept me. I promise you that I won’t ever share your secret with anyone. And I trust that you will keep my biggest secret with yourself.”
What would you have done if you were in my situation? Would you have accepted Sanchita?
I just gazed at her eyes for a long time, and then, I grabbed Ananya from her lap and brought it closer to my own chest. I hugged Ananya and said to Sanchita, “Sanchita, I loved you before knowing your past. And that hasn’t changed after hearing your truth. I want you as my wife as long as you let me be the best father for Ananya and occasionally, a second mother too!”
I know my words were not magical, but it brought a big smile on Sanchita’s face. I placed Ananya in a cradle, and went to hug Sanchita. It was a strange situation where I had accepted to marry a woman who was not born a woman, when I myself was dressed as a woman! It was a woman’s world with no real woman.
I hugged Sanchita and caressed her back, and said to her, “I don’t know how we will ever deal with the situation of physical love, but all I know is that I love you and I love being with you. I don’t want that to change.”
Sanchita embraced me with joy. She found comfort in my embrace. And after sometime, we two were doing exactly what women who are going to get married soon do. We both were planning for our wedding and deciding upon what we would wear as a bride. Of course, I was going to be a bride! Why would I not want that?
Aasha (Thursday, 27 July 2023 03:54)
Today, I just bought a lehenga that I am going to wear for our wedding ceremony. And Sanchita is going to wear a Maharashtrian Nauvari saree for the occasion. I am not sure how we would make this marriage work, but we know that there is a mutual love for each other.
The End
Dinesh (Thursday, 27 July 2023 08:44)
Aditi waiting for your story
Jyothi (Thursday, 27 July 2023 10:49)
Aditi please continue. I'm addicted to ur story, if meera come as Divyas school teacher, I love this story please continue
Radhika (Thursday, 27 July 2023 12:22)
Aditi Please continue akka,if meera comes as a teacher what will happen next ,I'm so excited
Aji (Thursday, 27 July 2023 12:36)
Aditi please continue......
Aji (Thursday, 27 July 2023 12:38)
Aasha that was a great story... I just feel like I am pregnant with Ananya. Hope you will write more stories. All the best ��
Sony (Thursday, 27 July 2023 19:52)
Aditi please continue
Satya (Friday, 28 July 2023 03:40)
Aditi waiting for your story
Aji (Friday, 28 July 2023 03:47)
Aditi, where are you... Waiting for your story ....
Joshua (Friday, 28 July 2023 05:52)
Aditi please update
aditi (Friday, 28 July 2023 08:49)
IG CELEBRITY-71
The bus arrived, and we got on, reaching home safely. As I entered the house, Aditi akka was sitting and asked, "Hi Sweetie! How was the day? I didn’t hear the cab coming." I replied, "The day went well akka! I didn’t get the cab, so I came on the bus." She scolded me, saying, "Are you an idiot, di? Coming home by bus at this time! Be safe, sweetie!" I laughed and said, "Akka! Even I call you akka! I am still elder than you!" Her face turned somewhat serious. Then I went to the room, changed into pyjamas, and pinged Meera that I had reached home. Then I slept and woke up in the morning, thinking about the previous day and how Rahul and Rohit had the muscles I used to have. So, I thought of doing some exercises and started doing some push-ups, but I couldn't even complete five. I felt disappointed, but I understood that it would take time to get back in shape. I had a shake and began having breakfast. While looking in the mirror, I could see a shadow of a beard, and I was contemplating growing it again.
As the day passed by, during dinner, Dharshu auntie entered the room with some covers in her hand. We welcomed her, and she asked us to wait in the dining hall. After a while, she joined us and inquired about our day. She asked me, "Sweetie! How was yesterday and meeting with your relatives?" I replied, "It went fine! How was your day?" I noticed that I hadn't used auntie and considered going back to addressing her that way as usual. Then she said, "My day was good, and I have some news to share." She started opening up and said, "Meena akka called me today! She told me that Aditi got admission to the Biology group as we requested." Aditi and I were happy about the news, but Dharshu's face still looked a bit downcast, so I asked her what was wrong. I felt a bit weird not addressing her as auntie and suddenly realized that it felt like I wasn't showing her enough respect. She revealed the troubling part, saying, "But! She has also given admission to Divya. You have been admitted to the school in 8th standard." I was shocked and asked her, "Did we confirm anything? I thought we said we would confirm later?" She added, "Yes, sweetie! I had a call with her and told her that I couldn't accept your admission to 8th standard since you were supposed to be in 10th standard. But she said that since you skipped one year and didn't do well in that exam, it led her to this decision." I felt concerned and said, "Auntie! What can we do now? How can we avoid this?" Without realizing, I called her auntie again.
She explained, "I told her I would check with the school, but she asked me for the number so she could talk to them and decide. I didn't have a number to give, so I said I didn't have one and that I would ask our relatives there to check with the school. But she said she would ask her husband, who has connections as a police officer." Both of us were shocked because this would expose our lies. Dharshu added, "With no other option, I told her I would call them tomorrow. I don't even have a city or school to provide, so I said the school is currently closed, and no one is available to talk. But that backfired as well, and she said it might affect Divya’s education further. So, she gave me another option for now." I got shocked, and I'm not sure how we will get out of this situation. Dharshu auntie added, "She said she would move me to 10th standard after the quarterly exams if you do well and score more than 80 percent. She will get you into 10th and arrange special coaching for you."
aditi (Friday, 28 July 2023 08:51)
IG CELEBRITY-72
“Auntie! I don’t want to go to school again! I am not some small child as they are thinking. On top of that, they see me as a girl, not as a boy. I am a grown man, and the thought of going to 8th standard is more humiliating than going to school itself," I expressed my frustration. Dharshu auntie understood my situation and came near me, sitting beside me. She said, “I understand, dear! I don’t know how we ended up in this situation. I said those things thinking it would protect you, but I never thought it would backfire like this." Aditi interrupted and said, “It's partly my mistake, mom! I shouldn’t have told them that he is my cousin sister. It all started from there! At least I could have corrected them later." I could see that they were feeling guilty and upset about what was happening.
I started explaining, "It's basically my mistake too! I am the one who went to the birthday function after saying I wouldn't be coming. That's where everything started, and I should have told them that I would be studying somewhere, instead of saying I am not going to school. That way, everything would have stopped right there. We could have put a full stop to it. Because of my actions, everything escalated. Also, if I had studied well and performed better in the entrance test, I could have shown them that my old school was better, and we could have avoided all this. But now, they think my old school is bad. So, Meena auntie wants to move me to her school instead of leaving me there." Auntie and akka came closer and reassured me, telling me not to blame myself and that they would figure something out.
I told them, "Don't blame yourselves! It could have gone either way. You have already done more than I could have imagined. You have helped me in so many situations! So, I should not say anything bad or blame you people for the situations we are facing. You have given me a family that I had longed for, for a long time!" Tears welled up in my eyes, experiencing the mix of the sweetest and hardest moments of my life. They hugged me and said, "Yes, sweetie! We are happy to have you in our family now!" It was a touching moment, but to lighten the mood, I replied, "Maybe not the family I expected."
We all laughed, and Aditi asked me playfully, "Oh! You don't want me as your akka, di?" I laughed and said, "I am older than you," teasingly. She playfully hit me and said, "Now you might be going to school as my younger sister, Di Divi kutty." I looked at auntie and said, "Auntie, look at her! She's mocking me!" Auntie saved me from Aditi's playful hit and told her to keep quiet. "Don't mock Divya kutty! We will figure out something! Even if he goes to school, it might be temporary! I will tell them that the old school reopened or that we couldn't get the documents from them, or anything that will save him from going to school!" I was relieved that Dharshu auntie was actively thinking of a solution. However, I was still in a bad mood, knowing that the situation might lead to me attending school as a girl in 8th standard, three years younger than Aditi!
Sonia (Friday, 28 July 2023 09:39)
Nice story aditi but please added some points darshu adopt her as daughter and make him do all the household chores
And let darshu, aditi akka and her friends punished him
Jhanvi (Friday, 28 July 2023 10:28)
Please don't listen to others and change the theme Aditi,
Write the story as you like, because we are also liking the way you are writing the story.
By the way nice story Aditi.
Keep going dear...
Fan (Friday, 28 July 2023 10:44)
https://youtu.be/qlaY4gcSQTM
Malarvizhi (Friday, 28 July 2023 10:58)
Hi Aditi school concept good and make him pierce nose and make wear more girly stuff and hair with flowers even puberty function and one doubt how he use school restroom make some things for more realistic story...
Rani (Friday, 28 July 2023 11:24)
Aditi superb story. One of the best I have read. Pls go with your flow and don't include unnecessary or forced things unless it is required as per your story
Kalyani (Friday, 28 July 2023 11:48)
Aditi akka nice story ,excellent
Jyothi (Friday, 28 July 2023 12:01)
If Divya goes to school 8th standard , Abhi and Gauri will also become seniors to Divya ,excellent ur story concepts
Jaya (Friday, 28 July 2023 12:24)
Please continue akka
aditi (Friday, 28 July 2023 12:49)
IG CELEBRITY-73
The next day, I woke up and found myself scrolling through social media to distract myself from the current situation about the school and everything else. I replied to comments and checked my profile to change my mood. I tried calling Meera to talk, but she seemed busy, so I decided to go for a walk to clear my mind. I put on a black track suit with a matching top and bottom, and an orange overcoat to keep warm in the chilly weather. With my white sneakers on, I stepped out of the house. Aditi akka saw me and asked, "Where are you going, Divi?" I replied, "I need some fresh air, akka! So I'll go for a walk and come back!" And off I went, walking for about half a kilometer.
Feeling the need for some positivity, I posted a status asking my followers for ideas to lift my mood. Suddenly, a bike whizzed past me and stopped ahead. When the rider removed his helmet, I saw that it was Rahul. I playfully scolded him, "Idiot! What if your brakes didn't work?" He laughed and said, "It would have spoiled a pretty face!" We both chuckled, and he asked me where I was heading. I told him I was just walking to get some air. He responded, "So you want some fresh air, right? Come with me!" Although I was unsure, he assured me to trust him and hop on his bike.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/ad/35/7cad35817edb65697b6fd921c7bb33d4.jpg
Now, I had only ridden scooters before, so getting on the backseat of his sport bike was a challenge. Eventually, I used his shoulder to get on. Even after I settled into the higher backseat, I still felt a bit hidden behind him. He started the bike and moved slowly for a bit. Then, he took me to a highway road. When I told him I wasn't getting any fresh air, he asked me to wait. He continued riding for another half a kilometer, and then he suddenly accelerated and raced down the highway. I got scared and clung to him, shouting for him to slow down, but he just revved up and went faster.
After a few minutes, my fear turned into exhilaration. I felt the cool breeze on my face, my hair flying in the air, and I was genuinely enjoying the ride. The fear was replaced by excitement. We rode for around 5 kilometers and stopped at a coffee shop that was located in a secluded area with no other shops nearby. We got off the bike, and I playfully hit his hand, asking him if he was trying to kill me. He laughed and said, "Didn't you get the fresh air, Divya?" I smiled and replied, "I was scared at the start, but it turned into a great feeling." He laughed and invited me inside. I tied my hair up in a bun and ordered a coffee. As we sat and sipped our drinks, he started talking, saying, "I never thought a beautiful girl like you would agree to come with me on the bike." I was taken aback that he saw me as a girl, and calling me beautiful was even more surprising. I playfully responded, "Well, I don't usually agree, but I thought you might show me something new, so I decided to come along!" He asked if I found something new, and with a smile, I replied, "Yes, you showed me the cool breeze and fresh air! Thank you, da!" He jokingly replied, "My pleasure, Madam!" We both shared a laugh.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d4/93/ae/d493ae5c448c1c9934fc449b72557ee9.jpg
aditi (Friday, 28 July 2023 12:50)
IG CELEBRITY-74
After coffee, I received a call from Aditi akka, inquiring where I was. I replied, "I am nearby, akka! I will be back soon!" Urging Rahul, I said, "Rahul, come on! I haven't told my family that I am going far away! Let's start!" He reassured me, "Don't worry, Divya! I will drop you off safely." I jokingly said, "If you don't kill me on the way, that'll be enough." We started heading towards home, and I asked him to drop me at the bus stop since I didn't want Aditi akka to see him dropping me off at home, considering that we didn't know each other well. What was I thinking? I got off at the bus stop after telling Rahul I would call him later that day. As I walked back home, Aditi akka asked, "Where did you go, di? It's been more than an hour since you left!" I replied, "I just started walking, akka! I ended up going a bit farther than I anticipated, akka!" I smiled at her, and she replied, "Seems like walking gives you a good mood." I smiled and realized that riding with Rahul had actually improved my mood. I felt somewhat happy suddenly and thanked Rahul for the ride. He replied, "Anytime, Madam!" I smiled at his message.
I then checked my social media and found many messages from people expressing concern about my mood and asking what happened. Some advised me to go for a walk or take a short trip. Many suggested going somewhere new to have a fresh experience and feel better. I liked the idea, but I was unsure about where to go, and I didn't have much money to spend. A few people recommended visiting hill stations. I pondered over what to do and thanked everyone for their concern and suggestions. I posted a photo taken at the coffee shop, assuring them that I was fine now.
A few days passed, but my mood still hadn't lifted. I wondered what I could do to avoid the current situation. At dinner, Dharshu auntie and Aditi were discussing something. I joined them and said hi while having dinner. Aditi said, "Mom, please, I have to go somewhere! It's been so long since I went on a trip!" Auntie replied, "I understand, Aditi, but it's not safe to go now! Besides, no one else is coming with you! How will you manage alone?" Aditi persisted, "Mom, Swetha's dad arranged a driver for us! He is also a police officer, and he will take care of us!" Auntie still seemed unsure, saying she didn't like the idea.
Curious about their conversation, I asked what they were discussing. They told me that Aditi was planning a trip to a hill station with her friends, and since Dharshu auntie and other parents couldn't accompany them, she was advising Aditi not to go. I chimed in, "Auntie, she has studied continuously for a whole year! Cut her some slack! Let her enjoy!" Aditi said, "See, Mom! Even Divi kutty is suggesting the same! Please, Mom! I'll be safe! I promise to call you regularly!" After some thought, Dharshu auntie finally agreed, but with a condition, "Okay, Aditi! Go, but only for three days! No more than that, okay?" Excited, Aditi hugged her mom and then hugged me. But then she had another idea, "Divi kutty, you'll be alone at home, right, di? You should come with us! It'll be a refreshing experience, and even Abhi will be coming, so she'll have company!" I was surprised at my luck, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. Dharshu auntie added, "Yes, Divya dear, you should go too! You've been in such a bad mood recently. This trip might give you some time to think." Inside, I was filled with happiness, but I hesitated outside and reluctantly agreed to join them on the trip.
Aji (Friday, 28 July 2023 13:22)
Wow aditi.... Please don't use any force feminization on Divya. Let the circumstances make him feminized, like going to school wearing uniform, abhi coming off age during the tour and aditi and friends celebrate it, teaching Abhi how to wear a pad on her periods, Dinta observes it and want to learn more feminine things etc.. etc... If you like my suggestion, please include it in the story... Love you aditi ...
Grammarly (Friday, 28 July 2023 14:27)
Aditi humiliation is the most population
Jaya (Friday, 28 July 2023 19:48)
Write Divya to join the school in a hurry, there should be humiliation with Abhi
Bharathi (Friday, 28 July 2023 19:51)
Aditi sister you are writing stories faster than Vande Bharat Express ,
VENNELA (Friday, 28 July 2023 19:52)
I am very happy to read your stories ,please continue
Madhumita (Friday, 28 July 2023 20:17)
Hii aditi akka ,I love your stories, please add humiliation with meera , abhi, swetha& mounica after the join the school
Reader (Friday, 28 July 2023 21:26)
Audience shut the f up and enjoy the story. Let the writer decide plot and write. If anyone of you have better plot, write your own. With love to everyone. Let’s not waste comment section for suggestions.
Aditi thank you and continue!
Riya (Saturday, 29 July 2023 01:04)
Hi does anyone have link to the Marathi movie.......gadbad jhali
Ramya (Saturday, 29 July 2023 02:14)
Aditi akka please mention their height
Ex: aditi 5.7
Divya 5.0
Abhi 5.2 like please
Parmesh (Saturday, 29 July 2023 06:34)
Aditi super undi story waiting for next part
Gouthami (Saturday, 29 July 2023 07:01)
If any one has Destined To Serve 2 story please tel me
Fan (Saturday, 29 July 2023 11:14)
https://youtu.be/EwCTSXJKz9E
Watch the above video
Karthika (Saturday, 29 July 2023 11:46)
Aditi please upload next part
Jhanvi (Saturday, 29 July 2023 11:49)
Nice story Aditi
Waiting eagerly for next parts ..
Sahana (Saturday, 29 July 2023)
Aditi please write more about feminizing Divya
Aditi fan (Sunday, 30 July 2023 00:23)
Aditi akka please continue cheyandi
Aji (Sunday, 30 July 2023 01:40)
Aditi, please continue..... Are you busy??????
aditi (Sunday, 30 July 2023 07:35)
IG CELEBRITY-75
The next morning, Aditi akka nudged me to wake me up, saying, "Wake up di! Wake up! It's already morning!!" I woke up with half-opened eyes and asked her, "What happened akka?" She replied, "Did you forget di already? Tonight we have a trip! So we need to do some shopping!" I replied, "For whom?" She added, "For both of us only! Mostly for me anyhow," and chuckled. I got up and told her, "I don't want anything," and went to freshen up. After brushing my teeth, I came out to see her going through my cabinet and checking the dresses I have. "Shall we go akka?" I asked her. She asked me to sit down before her, and as I did, she said, "Divi kutty, I have something to tell you!" Confused, I asked her what it was. She added, "You know what is going to happen for the next few months, right?" I asked, "What is going to happen?" She said, "You might be going to school for the next few months, Divi kutty!" I felt annoyed about the topic and was about to get up, but she made me sit down again and said, "I understand sweetie! It shouldn't have happened, but whatever happened has happened! So we cannot change it now!" I said, "Yeah, yeah, I understood!" She added, "There is a 90% chance that you have to go to school! That too as a girl! Who is going to study 8th standard!" I replied, "Yes akka! We have already discussed this! Why are you bringing that topic up now? I agreed to go on the trip to change that mindset only! Don't make me feel bad in the morning itself." She replied, "I am sorry sweetie! That is not my intention! But there are a few things we have to talk about before doing that!" I asked her, "What is it akka?" She replied, "You are going to be my cousin sister! That too my younger sister! So I have a duty to teach you a few things!"
Confused, I asked her, "School itself has not started! What are you going to teach me, akka?" She playfully hit my head and told me, "Stupid! Not that one di! If nothing works out, you have to go to school as a girl! So people have to believe you are a girl." I got worried and asked her, "What do you mean by that, akka? Haven't I already attended two functions as a girl unintentionally and still they believed me as a girl! So why worry now?" She told me, "Sweetie! That is because I have told them that you are my cousin sister! Most of them are my friends, so they don't doubt you since they don't doubt me! Also, I am mostly with you, so whatever you do, I will cover it up. For example, once my friend asked why you walk like some boy! But I told her that you are like that sometimes, and we escaped from that situation. I don't want to face that again." I got worried now and asked her, "Will that also happen, akka? If so, what will happen?" I thought about the situation that people found out that I am a grown man and not a girl, then people will beat me, thrash me, and I may even have to go to prison. She added, "Yeah! It will cause trouble for all of us, Sweetie! Even we lied with you, so it will be a problem for us also! You have to go to school where many people will be there, and if anyone doubts you, it will spark a fire!" I got more worried, and she understood, so she started telling me, "Don't worry, Sweetheart! It won't happen, but we have to be sure. We still have one more month before school starts, so consider this as a training period! And I will teach you things that will help you not get caught! So consider this seriously." I accepted her and told her, "Yeah sure, akka! I will do whatever you say."
She pinched my cheeks and said, "Good! Since we are going on a trip for 3 days, and we'll be with girls! So you are going to be among them! You will be meeting strangers as well! So the first thing, you should not say that you are a grown man by mistake. I know it's difficult, but you have to consider yourself a girl. Luckily, you are already calling me Akka, which is good! You will be my younger sister until this drama ends. I will treat you like one only! Until now, even though we were close, there was some distance between us. From today, it will not be there! Luckily, you have some features that make you look like a girl." I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. She added, "But still, many works need to be done to complete the transformation! So that no one will doubt you! So I will teach you one by one! Behave like a young girl, my sweetheart! For our sake! For our family!" I got worried, but I decided to try out this trip and will decide later, as I always had a doubt about how people see me as a girl, and now I understood that Aditi akka had saved me from some occasions as well.
aditi (Sunday, 30 July 2023 07:35)
IG CELEBRITY-76
Aditi akka said, "Let's go to the starting! There are a few things we have to buy for your regular use! I will be there in 15 minutes, so get ready soon." I went to take a bath and got ready. I wore a green long-sleeved t-shirt with Richie Rich printed on it and a red checked pant. I put my hair in a ponytail and took a selfie in the mirror, putting it as my status on the account with the hashtag #Shopping.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/83/41/a1/8341a108fbbf55b6f3c6fc7c6b0482f0.jpg
Aditi akka was dressed elegantly in a brown salwar with silk pants and matching earrings. She wore 2-inch heels as well.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f4/08/ad/f408ad8bfaded6f99086ee5dbf6a3c7f.jpg
When she noticed my attire, she said, "Are you wearing a nightdress? We are going shopping, and you are wearing something like a nightdress." She handed me a grey sweater-type top, blue jeans, and matching sneakers, and asked me to change. I sat outside on the balcony while she got ready.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/cc/9c/c3cc9c2d8d91f906e112e8f06d967bd5.jpg
She came after a few minutes, and we started walking towards the cab. She held my hand as we walked. I'm about 150cm, and she is around 178cm, a bit taller than her mom. With her 2-inch heels, she towered over me, and even if I said she is not my elder sister, no one would believe it. We arrived at the mall, and she paid the cab fare. We headed towards the shops, starting with a tourist bag shop where she needed a bag to go with.
After buying a bag, we moved towards the clothing shops. She went to the adult section and started trying on dresses. She asked me to accompany her and give feedback on each dress. As she tried on various dresses, I got bored and asked her how much more she would try. She knelt down and said, "Sweetie, this is how girls shop for dresses! We try them on to see if the color suits, if the fit is right, and everything. You have to accompany me and give feedback for each dress, di!" She winked at me.
She bought a few dresses and then we moved to the innerwear section. I felt uncomfortable going to that section and asked if I had to come along. She pulled me inside and said, "Sweetie, for now, you are my younger sister! You are accompanying your akka to buy dresses. You don't have to be uncomfortable. It's just dresses, di, nothing more."
As we checked on the innerwear, I felt somewhat awkward at first, but soon, I noticed no one paid much attention, and I started feeling more normal. Aditi akka asked me for feedback on different designs, and I just smiled and looked away. After selecting some items, she went to the billing counter and asked me to come along. Then we went up one floor using the escalator.
On the next floor, it was the girls' section for ages 10-15 years. I looked at Aditi akka, and she explained, "Sweetie, your size is not available on that floor, so we are coming here." I told her, "Akka, I don't want anything!" She replied, "Not to buy, sweetie! We will check on a few things and then leave." I agreed, and we went to the dress section.
As we looked at things, I found myself uninterested. Aditi akka noticed and bent down to talk to me, saying, "Divi, this is what I am talking about! Usually, girls who are studying in school get excited when they come inside a dress shop. They roam around and check out all the colorful dresses. Your face shows that you are not even interested to be here. So try to act excited so that people will not doubt you." I realized it was more challenging than I thought, but I tried to look excited, touched a few dresses, and checked them out, even though it felt a bit weird.
aditi (Sunday, 30 July 2023 09:32)
IG CELEBRITY-77
Seeing my discomfort, Aditi akka decided to tease me even more. She took a dress and brought it near me, checking the height as I asked her, "What are you doing akka?" while glancing at others. She replied, "Wait di! I have to check whether this fits you or not." I stood there, nervously watching if anyone was looking. She reassured me, "Relax sweetie! No one is watching you! Remember what I told you! You are just a girl who came with her sister for shopping." Once she confirmed that the dress was the right fit, she pulled me to the trial room. I tried to resist, but a few people were looking, so I reluctantly went along with her.
She handed me the dress and asked me to try it on. I whispered to her, "Akka! It's a girls' trial room! How could I change dresses here?" She looked at me and insisted that I go inside and change. Reluctantly, I entered the trial room, feeling unsure about what I was doing. From outside, Aditi akka shouted at me to change quickly and come out. I had never changed clothes outside a room before, so I felt hesitant. I removed the sweater I was wearing, revealing that I had a boy's vest underneath. Looking at myself in the mirror while trying on the dress she gave me, it suddenly felt weird. I struggled to put the dress on, not realizing that the zipper was not opened yet. Once I opened the zipper, I put on the dress, feeling sweaty and anxious for some reason.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8d/29/83/8d298335c836a8dee0a6c7b9a1c73f2b.jpg
When I opened the door, Aditi akka looked at me from top to bottom and asked, "Why are you still wearing the pant, di Divi? How can we see the full view? Go and remove that and come di." I got angry and protested, "Akka!" But she pushed me back inside. Annoyed, I took off my shoe and pant, and came out irritated. The dress wasn't that short, so I couldn't understand why she wanted me to remove the pant as well. She looked at me and said, "It's looking good! Turn around di, sweetie!" As I turned around, I realized that the zipper was open, and my boy's vest was showing through. Aditi akka quickly closed the zipper and checked around to see if anyone noticed. She asked me to change back immediately. I changed into my previous outfit and came out.
Then she asked me to follow her, and we sat on a sofa to talk. "Divi, what are you wearing inside?" I was confused and asked, "What are you asking akka?" She replied, "Inners." I told her, "It's my vest, akka!" She corrected me, "It's a boys' vest, di." I responded, "Yes akka, so what?" She worriedly said, "We are in a girls' trial room, and you were wearing a boys' vest! What would have happened if they saw that?" I was still confused and asked her, "Would they be able to find out the difference?" She replied, "Yes, easily! At least we learned something today. Come, we will go to the next section."
We moved to the girls' inner section, and I asked her, "Why are we here, akka?" She shushed me and started selecting plain inners. She then went to the billing section, and I asked her why she was buying those. She replied, "It's for you, di!" I was shocked and asked her why I needed girls' inners. She explained, "Remember what happened today! What would have happened if they had seen your boy's vest! So, I bought a few girls' inners. Don't worry; they are plain ones only, similar to your boys' inners, di! We don't want anyone to find out because of those! Understand?" I reluctantly said, "Understood akka!" Realizing that I was going to wear a full girls' outfit, including inners as well.
Grammar (Sunday, 30 July 2023 10:15)
Aeiou
Aji (Sunday, 30 July 2023 10:15)
Aditi= aditi only. No one can replace you in this mode of story writing. Hope to see more gradual feminization parts and Divi ku
Aji (Sunday, 30 July 2023 10:27)
and Divi kutty also like the feeling of that dress. Love you aditi.... An addicted Aditi fan . AJI...
Jhanvi (Sunday, 30 July 2023 12:18)
Super Aditi..
Please write soon...
vasantha (Sunday, 30 July 2023 15:00)
Aditi your story very super
malarvizhi (Monday, 31 July 2023 00:32)
wow super aditi super humilation daughter buying inners for her mom boyfriend basically stepfather...make more humilate him in front of girls without knowning him..and make complete girl in mind as well and teach him how to go restroom and how to mingle with girls in playground
Fan (Monday, 31 July 2023 10:01)
https://youtu.be/mTt-SbtFMNI
Boy to girl makeup transformation
Sahana (Monday, 31 July 2023 11:24)
Hii Aditi,
Your story is really going great.
Please do continue further....
Aji (Monday, 31 July 2023 12:41)
Aditi, please don't use force feminization in this story. Don't listen to anyone. You continue the story in the same fow. All the best... Addicted Aditi fan.....
Vinay (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 08:04)
Aditi waiting for your story
Kavya (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 08:32)
Aditi, your story is superb.
Please continue dear ..
aditi (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 09:26)
IG CELEBRITY-78
We moved to the next shop, which was a footwear shop. Aditi akka started checking out the shoes and found a pair of heels that she liked. She asked the sales guy to show it to her in her size and tried them on. They fit perfectly, and she decided to buy them. I was puzzled and asked her, "Akka! You are already tall, right? Then why are you buying heels? Aren't heels meant to increase height?" She laughed and replied, "Nothing like that, di Divi! I also used to think that wearing heels would make me look even taller, and I might end up hating them. But one time, I tried them with a saree, and I felt good. So, I started wearing heels, and now they have become my favorite. I feel more comfortable in heels than other types of footwear." I still looked puzzled, and she added, "So sweetie, it's basically about our liking and what makes us feel good. We don't have to worry about what others think. So you can do whatever you want, sweetheart."
The sales guy packed the shoes, and Aditi akka asked him, "Where can we find shoes in her size?" He replied, "Sorry Madam, we don't have kids' sizes available here. They are on the next floor." Without thinking, I blurted out, "I am not a kid!" The sales guy immediately apologized, "Sorry sweetie! I didn't mean it that way. Your size will be available on the next floor." I thought, great!
We went to the next floor, where a younger girl, around 20 years old, approached us and asked what we were looking for. Aditi akka said, "Can we see some footwear in her size?" The girl asked us to follow her and inquired, "Do you know your size, sweetie?" I was taken aback that she called me sweetie. We were in a kids' footwear shop, and I was trying on shoes for myself. I replied, "I don't know" without showing much respect. Aditi akka gave me a look and said, "Divi Kutty! Give respect to elders!" The girl said it was okay and went to fetch some shoes. I looked at Aditi akka and said, "Elders?" Aditi akka explained, "Hey, look here! Now you are a younger sister to me, di! The girl who is helping us is elder to you, so you should show respect to her!" I was surprised and asked, "What do you want me to do, akka? Should I call her akka too?" She replied, "Yes, sweetie! If a girl of your supposed age comes to shop, that's how she will be addressed. Understood?" I reluctantly agreed.
The sales lady measured my feet and showed me the area where the shoes were displayed. I noticed that most of the shoes were very girly compared to the previous section we visited. I decided not to pick anything flashy and asked the sales girl, "Could you please show me something in black?" Aditi looked at me and added, "Black, akka." She smiled and showed me a few options, but even though the shoes were black, they had hints of pink in them. However, Aditi akka picked out a full pink pair of sneakers and asked me to try them. I looked at her in disbelief but wore them anyway, and they fit perfectly.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/de/ea/a4/deeaa45973057ddc29ed5cf5385a0078.jpg
She went to pick out more items for me. Then she returned with a pair of heels and asked me to try them on. I became angry and said, "Akka! I don't want any heels!" The sales girl tried to persuade me, "Sweetie, it will look good on you!" Reluctantly, I put them on and tried to stand, but I slipped and almost fell. Thankfully, the sales girl caught me. I said, "Thanks akka!" and looked at Aditi furiously. She apologized and came back with a regular sandal with silver design and straps matching the design, and a small half-inch heel. I wore them, and they fit perfectly. I whispered in Aditi akka's ear, "Is this really necessary, akka?" She asked me to be quiet, and the sales girl packed the shoes and handed them to me.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/38/6d/68/386d686dd3cd80b994b9514b7872418e.jpg
aditi (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 09:28)
IG CELEBRITY-79
As we stepped outside, I was already feeling tired. I asked her, "Shall we go home akka?" She replied, "Just now we have started di!" I was shocked, and she looked at my expression, laughing and saying, "Sweetie! We just need to buy some earrings and then we can go." She dragged me into the earrings shop, and once inside, I was surprised to see how big the shop was and the wide variety of earrings available. She started going through the collections and chose a few normal ones. Then she moved on to some fancy long earrings and began selecting one. She called me over and started checking something for me. I asked her, "Is this really necessary akka?" She smiled and replied, "Everything is necessary, sweetheart! It's never easy to be a girl. You cannot wear anything you want! You have to wear matching stuff, be presentable always, and navigate through a world that has different expectations for girls. Being a girl is never easy, but it is a journey filled with strength, resilience, and endless possibilities!"
I joked, "When did you become a philosopher akka?" She laughed and playfully hit me on my hand. She asked me to feel the earrings, and as I checked them out, I took one from a particular area and noticed it had only one stud with a stone. The sales girl noticed that and came over, bending down to ask, "Do you want to try it sweetie!" Startled, I replied, "No..!" Then, seeing Aditi akka's presence, I added, "No akka! I am just checking." The sales girl then teased, "Also, it's a nose ring dear! You have to pierce your nose! Do you want it?" and she winked at me. I smiled and put it back. Aditi akka playfully said, "Even I haven't pierced my nose yet sweetie! We can pierce together," and she laughed. The sales girl then selected a few more earrings and showed them to me. Since she didn't seem to be giving them back, I reluctantly picked one.
She asked, "Which standard are you studying, dear?" Not wanting to answer as before, I hesitated, but eventually, I told her, "8th standard akka!" She responded, "Oh, sweet dear! Even my sister is going to 8th standard this year." We chatted for a little while before leaving the shop. After packing everything, we headed to the cafeteria to have lunch before going home.
As we sat down and started eating, Aditi asked, "How was the day going, sweetie?" I replied, "It's fine akka," but it seemed like she was expecting more from me. After thinking for a moment, I continued, "It's basically the longest time I've spent shopping, akka! I never knew it would take this much time to select anything for girls. I usually make a selection in 10 minutes or so and then leave. But here, even for a single earring, you took at least half an hour! But I could see that there are so many choices for girls compared to what we have!" She seemed pleased with my answer and said, "That's good, sweetie! You should learn these things; it will be helpful in the future. Try to think of yourself as a girl and include yourself as one, not as a third person. But don't worry, it will come naturally with time." After finishing our meal, we booked a cab and went home, carrying bags filled with dresses, footwear, and ornaments.
Vasantha (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 11:52)
Aditi your story very super �
Aji (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 12:55)
Please write fast aditi.. Don't disappoint your fans with long delay.. Thankyou and all the best....������
Customer (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 14:21)
No nose pricing
Rani (Tuesday, 01 August 2023 20:44)
Aditi super going. Pls continue
Yogeshwari (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 00:10)
We have lost the concept and it's really difficult to read the stories here. It should be simple with Indian content.
Rohini (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 00:49)
Due to some issues I was not available. So let me continue the story from 67. Rohan to Rohini
My name is Anita as I told you all. So finally it was Saturday I dressed rohini in patiala suit. Then finally he was ready I named him Rohini and took his pictures. I asked him how is he feeling now he kept quiet. I told him from now onwards you will dress up like a housewife. On weekdays you can wear nighty or tops and skirt as you work from home. but on weekend that's on Saturday you will wear proper dress along with complete jewelry and on Sunday you will wear saree. Rohini said she can't wear saree I told him don't worry I will help her to wear and teach him as well.
Rohini (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 01:22)
I hardly wear suits and sarees Nowadays as I have put on little weight so I wear casuals, jeans and formal wear to office. On occasion I use to wear Punjabi dresses. So coming back now it was Saturday as the lock down had still some rules and limited stuff was allowed for time being. Rohini was looking beautiful in patiala suit as I was happy now she cab wear this dresses and Nightys
Rohini (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 02:05)
Rohini was looking beautiful apart from her hairs which were tied in bun so I thought today let it be as she needs to cook and do laundry. Tomorrow will braid her hairs and drape saree so I was waiting for the day. Rohini made lunch which she did all alone and I was watching television. Finally she served the food to me and then I told her to have from same plate. Which she did then she cleaned the dishes and joined me to watch TV with me
Rohini (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 04:33)
Then I was seeing her as I was not able to control myself then I made him sit on my lap and started to kiss him and she started to stop me but I started to play with her bangles and took Her to the bed and took control over him. Started to eat her lipstick and she started to behave like a female which I liked it and was covering her breast but I removed her chunri and her suit she was in her bra and panty then I started to suck his soft nipples now he started to morn which I liked it.
Prameela (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 04:42)
https://youtu.be/0OU2ifjBkAM
Came across this gorgeous video....
Sneha (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 05:16)
Hello sisters,
I am a published crossdressing story site.
Where anyone write story.
It is only crossdressing blog site,write any language.
Everything is accepted.
My site link..
https://opinioncrafter.com/
Sravan (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 06:47)
Aditi waiting for your story
AJI (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 09:31)
aditi, please... please.... please...
Abeena (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 09:35)
I write the first part of my story M e and my Girlfriend on opinioncrafter.com. Everyone please read it. The crossdressing part will happen in the second part only and the first part is just a start of my stury. please check it out.. Thank you.
Nalini (Wednesday, 02 August 2023 22:22)
Aditi story is going somewhere let it be simple what's the use of effort and space. Thanks
hey blog admin (Thursday, 03 August 2023 00:10)
Why dont you provide aditi a seperate space just like other authors on your site map so there wont be any distractions or nonsence while reading the content
wow what an idea (Thursday, 03 August 2023 00:12)
Please admin do follow the above idea
VASANTHA (Thursday, 03 August 2023 00:46)
Rohini your story very good continue pa
opinioncrafter.com (Thursday, 03 August 2023 01:34)
Hello,sisters.
I am creat new crossdre
opinioncrafter.com (Thursday, 03 August 2023 01:36)
Hello sisters,
I am published new crossdressing site.
Where every writer write thier own story.
Just do simple registration, and write own story.
I will make u verified user u can write anything here.
Venkat (Thursday, 03 August 2023 06:52)
Aditi your story is fantastic waiting for next part
Prameela (Thursday, 03 August 2023 09:21)
Most beautiful Crossdresser is here-
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvO3TjVpvnt/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
Prameela (Thursday, 03 August 2023 09:25)
Watch this one too, this is really amazing..
https://youtu.be/wS058GDsO1I
@ hey blog admin (Thursday, 03 August 2023 10:27)
Rajibalan is always a comment based story system. And Raji herself made those pages for other authors long ago. It is better if Aditi make a blog for herself or post it in other popular websites where they can get a separate space.
@ Aditi, please, please do as you like.
Jhanvi (Thursday, 03 August 2023 10:31)
Aditi, please continue your story dear.
Kavya (Thursday, 03 August 2023 11:20)
Dear prameela, the video link you posted is really marvelous.
https://youtu.be/wS058GDsO1I
Abeena (Thursday, 03 August 2023 13:04)
I write the second part of my story Me and my Girlfriend on opinioncrafter.com. Please check it out.
Aurin khan (Friday, 04 August 2023 05:48)
Hello everyone,
I am writing my story
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/my-happiness-2
Already i am posting few parts
Rekha (Friday, 04 August 2023 09:19)
What happened dear @aditi
aditi (Friday, 04 August 2023 09:23)
IG CELEBRITY-80
We reached home, and after the hectic day of shopping, I collapsed on the sofa, completely exhausted from an experience I had never encountered before. Aditi received a phone call, and I overheard her saying, "Yes, Indhu! We're ready. Didn't Swetha tell you? My cousin sister is also coming, so it'll be fun! Yeah, I got permission from my mom. We'll be ready by 10, and you can come here to pick us up." I realized she was talking about the trip and that it was already evening. We went to our room, and Aditi akka said, "I'll pack your items in my bag itself, di! We can share a single bag to save space. Go and take a bath, and I'll keep your night dress on the bed." I agreed and laid on the bed, contemplating how I would manage the trip with only girls. Later, I spent some time chatting with people on my phone, losing track of time.
When Aditi akka entered to check on me, it was already 8, and she scolded me, saying, "Hey! What are you doing di! It's already 8 di! Go and take a bath, you idiot!" Realizing that I was wasting time, I rushed to take a bath. While bathing, I noticed that Aditi akka was treating me differently today. Though I've called her akka for a while now, she was speaking to me like a real sister, which made me uncertain about how to feel. After my bath, I came out wearing a towel around my chest and another on my hair. On the bed, I found the night dress and the girls' inners we had bought earlier. The inners were plain white and felt lighter than my usual ones. Other than that, they looked more or less similar. I wore the bottom first and then the top, which Aditi akka called a camisole. It was similar to what I usually wore but lighter and had thin straps that looked like they could break easily. The camisole reached just to my hips, and if I lifted my hand, it might show my navel.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a1/51/62/a15162f1fd94cc13b58dcde46c7e4aa3.jpg
Next, I put on a dress that was white with a blue printed hoodie, paired with matching pants. While I was drying my hair with a dryer, Aditi akka entered and asked, "Are you ready di?" I replied, "Yes akka, I'm ready!" She inquired, "Do the inners fit fine, di?" I replied, "Yes akka, the camisole seems a bit smaller." She laughed and said, "That's how it's supposed to fit, di sweetie." We then made our way to the dinner table, where Dharshu auntie was already sitting. She looked at me and said, "You look cute, Divya ma." I smiled and thanked her. During dinner, auntie mostly advised Aditi akka, saying, "Aditi, be safe and don't do any dangerous stunts. Don't do stupid things. Call me every day!" Aditi looked annoyed and assured her, "I know, Mom! I will take care." Dharshu auntie added, "I know you will take care, but it's still my duty to say it, sweetheart. Take care of Divya too!" Aditi laughed and responded, "She is my younger sister, Mom! I will take care of her! Don't worry," and she winked.
aditi (Friday, 04 August 2023 09:24)
IG CELEBRITY-81
At around 10 PM, the car arrived with Swetha akka in it. She asked us to come outside, and we informed Dharshu auntie that we were leaving. Auntie told Aditi, "Aditi, remember what I said and be safe," and hugged her. Then she looked at me, bent down to hug me, and said, "Sweetie! Be safe! Always stay with Aditi!" Her hug felt warm, and she added, "Don't forget to call me twice daily, in the morning and at night! Just keep me informed, sweetheart!" She seemed emotional and there were tears in her eyes. Aditi noticed and teasingly said, "Mom! You give me just a hug, but for her, a tight hug, and you seem emotional." Dharshu replied, "I've sent you away many times, Aditi, but I never left Divya once we started living here. I feel somewhat emotional leaving Divya ma!" Aditi teased her further, "Mom, I don't know if I'm your daughter or if she is!" and laughed. Dharshu playfully hit Aditi's hand and kissed me on the cheeks. I assured her, "I'll be fine, auntie! Don't worry!" Aditi chimed in mockingly, "I'll be fine, Mom!" as we made our way towards the entrance.
Swetha akka welcomed us with a hug, and we hugged her back. Then, we proceeded to Indhu akka's home to pick her and Abhi. It had been a while since I had seen Abhi, and we greeted each other with a hug. She seemed to have grown taller, about 2 inches above me, and we sat together in the back of the car. Swetha akka sat in the front seat with the driver, and Indhu and Aditi akka occupied the next seats. We were all talking and laughing about our plans for the trip. Abhi said to me, "You know di, I was a little hesitant about joining the trip, but when I heard that you were coming, I knew I had a partner!" She held my hand tightly. It was amusing how a girl going to 10th standard saw a 27-year-old guy as her partner. If only people knew the truth. We continued talking and sharing stories during the ride.
Suddenly, we woke up from our half-sleep state and found ourselves on a road surrounded by mountains, with the sun rising from the middle of the peaks. The view was breathtakingly beautiful, and my heart filled with joy. I captured a video and posted it on social media with various related hashtags.
After a couple of hours, we reached a resort where we would be staying. We took our bags and headed to our respective rooms. Aditi akka and I shared one room, while the others went to another. They reminded us to get ready quickly, as we had a destination to visit within an hour. It was already 10 AM, so we laid down on the bed for a moment. Aditi akka decided to take a shower first and called out to me, "Divi kutty! Take a towel from the bag, di! I'll bathe and come." I searched for the towel and handed it to her. After a few minutes, she went to the bathroom. When she returned, she was wearing a towel around her chest and asked me to go ahead and take my bath. I entered the bathroom and went about my morning routine. After a while, Aditi akka called out that she would go to the other room and had left my dress on the bed.
aditi (Friday, 04 August 2023 09:25)
IG CELEBRITY-82
I finished my bath and came out of the room to find my dress laid on the bed. I started putting on the black inners today which is the camisole and bottom. While I was checking myself in the mirror, the door suddenly opened, and I quickly covered myself with my hand and found the towel to wrap around my chest. Abhi entered, laughing, and reassured me, "It's okay, di! It's just me! Don't be afraid." Thankfully, I was able to cover up in time, and I understood why Aditi akka had advised me to wear girls' inners. It could have been an embarrassing start to the trip otherwise. I smiled, and said, "I got scared, di! I don't know how I forgot to close the door!" She laughed and replied, "Yeah, di! Just now, Aditi akka came to our room! She asked me to be with you!" I felt relieved that Aditi had taken care of the situation.
I checked the dress Aditi akka had laid out for me. It was a white long-sleeved top with a floral pattern and loose sleeves that looked different from my usual style. Along with it was a pair of blue jeans that reached the ankles. I wore the pants while still covering myself with the towel, and once I felt safe, I removed the towel and put on the top as well. Abhi teased me, saying, "I'm the only one here, di! Why are you turning and hiding yourself?" I gave a nervous laugh and said, "No, di! I'm just a bit shy. I usually dress up alone." She laughed at my response and playfully commented, "You have so much to learn, di! I don't know how you'll manage to change during PE periods and all." I was a bit confused but ignored the comment and started drying my hair. Abhi brushed my hair and suggested I put it in a high ponytail to match her hairstyle, and I followed her suggestion.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/bb/fc/a9bbfc222ea3e7f2b4bd852495de48dc.jpg
We then went to the next room and found everyone dressed in pants and T-shirts. Abhi was the only one wearing a gown, and the rest were in jeans and T-shirts. Aditi akka was wearing a black long-sleeved round neck T-shirt with jeans and had opted for 3-inch heels, making her look taller than everyone else. Indhu akka was around the same height as Aditi akka but was not wearing heels, and Swetha akka was 2 inches shorter than both of them. Abhi was about 2 inches taller than me, and I was the shortest among all of them. Despite being the eldest, I was the shortest in the group.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5e/53/fb/5e53fb80192154f26fbbbb234607f068.jpg
We headed downstairs and asked the driver to drop us off at the nearest restaurant. After breakfast, Swetha akka offered to cover the expenses for the trip and had an app to help split the bill. Aditi akka said she would handle mine and her expenses. These days, I didn't even have much money, and I was relying on them for financial support. But I had no other options.
After breakfast, we moved on to our next destination, a boating house. Abhi and I took a peddling boat, while Aditi and Swetha akka occupied another one. Indhu akka chose a motorboat and drove it at a fast pace. Aditi and Swetha akka also started paddling, but Abhi and I struggled to move the boat anywhere. We laughed and tried our best to pedal, with the instructor guiding us. After some effort, we managed to move a little, and Abhi and I celebrated with joy, drawing the attention of others, and we all laughed together.
Aji (Friday, 04 August 2023 14:14)
Wow, aditi. Without reading your story my day will not be fine. Please write more parts. I always wear inners and a nighty when I read your story. Even I am a male, I also want to feel like Divi kutty.
vasantha (Friday, 04 August 2023 14:28)
Aditi your very super �
Admin of opinioncrafter.com (Friday, 04 August 2023 15:17)
Hello writers,
Who write a story of my site,please write your own story.
Don't copy paste anyothers writer story.
I Don't allow copy story of my site.
Gouthami (Friday, 04 August 2023 19:52)
aditi akka Divya ni school join chese part rayandi, school ki kida oka rule undi ,1 to 5th one uniform, 5th to 8th uniform change, 9th to 10th uniform change , inter class uniform also change, teachers easily find out which class students
Openshit (Friday, 04 August 2023 23:32)
stop wasting the comment space by posting unwanted links.
Aurin khan (Saturday, 05 August 2023 05:40)
https://opinioncrafter.com/profile/aurin
Prameela (Saturday, 05 August 2023 09:59)
https://youtu.be/oa590-tLn7I
Watch this guys, crossdressing video
pleASE UPLOAD FREE VIDEOS (Saturday, 05 August 2023 11:30)
https://www.patreon.com/feminization/posts
Nandini Fan (Saturday, 05 August 2023 13:14)
Nandini, can you continue your stories, prisoner of Nath
srs (Saturday, 05 August 2023 13:56)
hai
Aji (Sunday, 06 August 2023 05:41)
Aditi, where are you.. pls continue..love you
Admin of opinioncrafter.com (Sunday, 06 August 2023 06:39)
@aditi
I want to published your running story my site.
Can u permit it?
If u approved i can do it.
Otherwise i can't
Dinesh (Sunday, 06 August 2023 08:20)
Aditi waiting for your story
Aurin khan (Sunday, 06 August 2023 13:07)
Update my story
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/my-happiness-8
fun times 1 (Sunday, 06 August 2023 17:09)
ankit is a 14 year old boy..
ritu is his 12 year old younger sister, she was a sweet young girl..
ankit just finished making a ponytail of his long hair from lockdown times..
https://media.gettyimages.com/id/1165610791/photo/young-female-soccer-player-warming-up-on-field-before-game.jpg?s=612x612&w=gi&k=20&c=4o5uOAQ4PkZ9NcC3jAMFijkhAiiacfOb6VvJakAbIDU=
r: chi bhayya, your hair is such a mess..
a: hey ritu, why don't you mind your own business..
r: you should try my shampoo and conditioner bhayya, it will make your hair pretty and smooth..
a: I am not a girl, to have my hair pretty..
r: you still look pretty girly bhayya, with such long hair, and you even wore ponytail high like us girls..haha..
ankit got offended, and removed his ponytail and put it in a man bun..
ritu was watching smiling..
a: stop fucking smiling and get out my little sister..
ritu countered 'I am not that little any more, mommy told I am almost your height'
a: achaa, talking against your big brother.. he twisted her arm..
ritu in pain 'okay, okay, sorry bhayya, leave me'
a: that's better..
she left the room.. only to face repeated similar incidents next few days..
ritu was honestly trying to see her bhayya's hair maintained properly.. but he was resistant to make his already long hair more girly.. and he got his mom's support..
where she would say 'stop bugging your brother ritu, he doesn't want to try all those things, he is not a girl for god's sakes'
ritu was sweet girl who only tries to see his brother cooperate more, but was daunted by both of them..
then came the phone call, and her mom said, 'ritu, you got the admission'
ritu was screaming..
a: what's happening..
m: well your little sister is going to the .. school, with her cousins..
ritu got offended.. 'I am not little any more'
ankit was slightly happy that she will be away in another city with cousins and no one to bug him about his hair..
In a week after, ritu was ready to go live with their cousins..
Occassionally, mom would visit ritu, but ankit was lazy and used to hang around home..
Two years passed, he barely saw her in video calls, though the lockdown was over, he hasn't got a haircut, and kind of got used to it, putting in a man bun, as he seen the latest trend. His mom wasn't against it as well..
Vinay (Monday, 07 August 2023)
Aditi what happened waiting for your story continue more parts
AJI (Monday, 07 August 2023 10:00)
Adithi, please continue....... At least give one part a day......
Aurin khan (Monday, 07 August 2023 10:40)
Updated my one of favourite story
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/stangers-to-partner-3
Supporter (Monday, 07 August 2023 12:14)
Nice fun times keep it going
aditi (Monday, 07 August 2023 13:28)
IG CELEBRITY-83
After completing the boating, we had to walk 1 km to reach the car. Once we reached the car, we started moving towards the next location, a viewpoint. We got dropped off from the car and started walking, but we noticed some food stalls along the way. Abhi suggested, "Akka, shall we have some maggie before we go?" Everyone liked the idea, and we decided to have it there. Abhi enthusiastically pulled me, and we sat on a bench. I was sitting with my legs apart like a guy, feeling tired from the walk. Indhu noticed and playfully hit my leg to close them, and I obliged. We enjoyed our maggie and then went to see the viewpoint, which was breathtaking and offered a beautiful view. We took numerous selfies and pictures to capture the moment.
Afterward, we headed to another location and then back to the resort. The car stopped in the main area of the city, and Abhi and I were told to wait in the car while the others went somewhere. We passed the time by looking at the photos on our phones. After a while, they returned with a bag, and when we asked where they went, they just laughed. We went back to the resort and started moving towards our room, feeling quite tired. I changed into a green night dress with a white floral design jumpsuit-like pattern and lay down on the bed.
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/93/73/649373c28f94e2721ada7d7895ed8293.jpg
Aditi akka invited me to join her on the next bed while I was trying to arrange my hair. She gently put my hair in a bun on top of my head, saying, "This is fine di!" Then we moved to the next room, where everyone was laying on the bed, using their mobiles, and commenting on the chilly climate. Suddenly, Aditi akka playfully fell on them, and everyone burst into laughter. Swetha asked me to come near her, but I hesitated. However, she easily lifted me in the air and put me on the bed, and we all had a good laugh.
We played around for a while until the doorbell rang, and they brought the food. They took the food outside and gave Abhi and me our separate meals. I noticed that Indhu akka seemed to be telling Abhi something, and then Abhi asked me, "Hey Dhivu! Come di! We will go to the next room?" I asked her why, as we could eat together, but she playfully pulled me to the next room.
Curious, I asked, "What happened di? Why are we here?" Abhi explained, "They want to have some fun, it seems, di! So they asked us to eat here. They will eat later, it seems." I replied, "So what di? We can also have fun right!" She chuckled and teased me, saying, "You are such a small girl, di."
We had dinner and talked about school. Abhi asked me if I planned to join school, and although I didn't give a direct answer, I hinted that it might happen. Later in the night, I woke up and realized that Abhi and I were sleeping in the same bed. Feeling a bit awkward, I moved to the next bed and arranged the bedsheet on Abhi before going back to sleep.
aditi (Monday, 07 August 2023 13:29)
IG CELEBRITY-84
I was woken up by the sound of Aditi and Indhu akka talking with each other. I pulled the bedsheet to see them, and it was already bright outside, but the climate was cool. Indhu noticed me and teasingly said, "Looks like the little devil is ready to wake up!" Aditi akka playfully hit her and said, "Don't call her my sister like that, di!" Then Aditi came near me and urged, "Sweetie, wake up! We have to start early!" I tried to cover myself with the bedsheet again, but she playfully pulled it away and started combing my hair, encouraging me to get up. Reluctantly, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready.
After completing my morning routines, I asked, "Akka, could you please pass me the towel?" Aditi akka handed me the towel along with my inners. I took my bath and came out wearing the red inners. Aditi akka was waiting outside, looking stunning in a blue and white checked shirt folded up to her biceps, paired with a matching white pant. I complimented her on her outfit, and she thanked me with a smile.
She handed me a white netted gown with red polka dots, and inside was a red cloth to match the dress. It was a beautiful outfit, but I had never worn such a girly dress before. I hesitated and asked, "Akka, this dress looks so girly! Is there any other dress?" She reminded me, "Sweetie, I've already told you, this trip is to teach you certain things. You need to learn to handle this type of dress. It's long, and you need to take shorter steps, or you might slip. So wear this, di!" I didn't fully understand why I had to learn all this, but she insisted.
I questioned her further, saying, "But you are wearing a shirt and pant! Why can't I wear a similar dress, akka?" She explained, "Sweetie, no matter what I wear, I will always look girly. People won't look twice at me. But if you wear more boyish clothes, it might raise doubts about you being a boy. We've already discussed this, sweetie!" She was right; we had discussed this before, so I agreed and put on the dress. It was indeed long and different from what I was used to. Aditi akka combed my hair and tied a ribbon that matched the dress into a knot. She told me I looked beautiful, and we headed outside.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/11/8d/fd118dfce460ba0dd10db4b1ef9ea915.jpg
Out there, Abhi was wearing a dress that reached her thighs, adorned with white and yellow sunflower designs. She had her hair free-flowing with a clip hairstyle, looking pretty. Abhi complimented me, saying, "Hey Dhivu! I thought I would dress pretty, but it seems you look prettier than me, di! Beautiful dress!" I smiled and tried to return the compliment, "No di! You look pretty, Abhi! Your dress is awesome, di! Where did you buy it?" We admired each other's outfits, and then we all gathered to move towards the car for the day's adventures.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/11/67/bd/1167bd9092fd9171ac2c50baa74b4994.jpg
I noticed that Indhu akka and Swetha akka were also dressed in shirts and pants. Among the group of girls, I was the only guy dressed in a girly outfit. After a quick photoshoot with Aditi akka, we all took some pictures together. Once we posted them on our social media accounts, we proceeded towards the car to begin our day.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/1e/1c/fe1e1ce4c32977d82d2580f00fa0b534.jpg
aditi (Monday, 07 August 2023 13:30)
IG CELEBRITY-85
We parked the car and entered the restaurant to have our breakfast. While waiting for our food, we scrolled through our mobiles to check the photos we took earlier. Suddenly, we heard a distant voice getting closer, calling out, "Abhirami akka! Abhirami akka!" I turned around to find two girls who looked alike, dressed in skirts and tops with long hair braided in a single plait. They were twins and looked incredibly cute together. Abhi responded, "Hey Amira and Zara! What are you doing here, di?" They replied, "Hi akka! We came for a trip! What are you doing here? We never expected to see you here."
Abhi introduced me to them, saying, "Hey Amira and Zara! This is Divya, who might be joining our school as well, di!" The twins greeted me, "Hi Divya Akka! So, she will be part of our arts club too?" in unison. Abhi laughed and said, "We can convince her," and winked. After the twins left, Abhi told me, "Those are Amira and Zara! Famous twins from our school. They are studying in the 7th standard." I nodded in acknowledgment. She also told me about the arts club, which was a club for showcasing any talent. I chuckled, thinking that I had the talent of pretending to be someone else.
We then set out for the first location, which was a forest-like area. As we walked, the twins joined me, and we reached a place with stairs and a beautiful view of nature. I stopped and admired the surroundings, feeling a sense of warmth. Zara suggested, "Dhivya akka, stand there like that! It looks good!" They started taking photos, and we proceeded to another location that resembled a shooting spot, perfect for a photoshoot. We chatted and took great photos together.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d8/6e/a8/d86ea8907311a2c7cd7c4da4c5ed498e.jpg
After some time, I sat on a tree stump that looked like a makeshift chair. I noticed my hair bow was loose, so I adjusted it before continuing to explore the location. As we made our way back to the car, Amira showed me a photo she took of me adjusting my hair bow, and it looked pretty, capturing a girly moment that I wasn't entirely used to. I complimented her, but mistakenly called her Zara, as they were identical twins.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/d0/2f/53d02f0bac6d0e30856ed60cde043294.jpg
Next, we went to the zoo and enjoyed observing the animals in the pleasant weather. I spent most of my time with Amira and Zara, occasionally with Abhi too. I grew closer to them; they were sweet and talented twins who danced classical dances and performed expressions beautifully.
However, later that day, I discovered they were going to the 8th standard in the same school I would be joining. It was likely they wouldn't call me akka anymore. I hesitated to tell them right away, as they had been addressing me as akka all along. I didn't want to ruin the day, so I decided to continue as is for now.
aditi (Monday, 07 August 2023 13:31)
IG CELEBRITY-86
We departed for the day and finally reached home. At night, we all sat in the same room, chatting and sharing funny incidents from our lives. They expected me to tell a story too, but all my stories would reveal my true identity. So, I managed to dodge the request and avoided sharing anything.
After a few hours of talking, Indhu akka and Abhi fell asleep on one bed, while Swetha akka and I continued chatting. Swetha akka brought up the topic, saying, "Hey Kutty! It seems you might join our school! My mom told me." Aditi akka interrupted, saying, "Yeah di! But she didn't do well on the entrance test, so your mom is not letting her join in 10th standard." Swetha akka added, "Yes, she told me that too. She wants her to join 8th standard." I was shocked and looked at Abhi to check if she was sleeping or not. I asked them to talk quietly and pleaded, "Akka! Abhi doesn't know this yet. Please talk softly! I will tell her later." They seemed surprised that I hadn't told Abhi yet, but they understood and Swetha akka reassured me, "Wait for a few months, Sweetie. I will talk to my mom and try to get you moved to 10th standard. She might be stubborn, but she will understand." I felt a glimmer of hope that I might eventually get to join 10th standard, even though I wasn't supposed to be at the school at all.
I fell asleep again, and when I woke up, I found myself in my own room, and Aditi akka was sleeping in her bed. I wondered how I got there, as I couldn't remember walking back since I had been sleeping. Aditi akka woke me up and asked me to get ready. This time, I wore a red dress with white polka dots that reached just above my knees, along with a matching hairband. I couldn't help but wonder when Aditi akka bought all these matching outfits. I didn't say anything and simply wore the dress.
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e1/7b/c1/e17bc178d76a1b82941096c77b8e5133.jpg
Aditi akka was wearing a white shirt-like dress with a floral skirt that reached her thighs, revealing most of her thighs. I asked her, "Are you going to wear this akka? It seems a bit revealing." She laughed and said, "Sweetie! It's a tourist spot, and you'll see many people wearing dresses like this. We can wear such outfits during our trips only."
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/d9/46/c6d946c3129d28556883185a5d403c44.jpg
Later, we all gathered, dressed so girly today, and greeted each other before setting off. Our first location was a waterfall. It was a breathtaking sight, with Aditi akka and Swetha akka moving to an area with rocks, sitting on one of them directly opposite the waterfall. The view was mesmerizing, and words couldn't do it justice. Later, Indhu akka went to an area with water and started swimming in her dress. Swetha akka warned her about getting her dress wet, but Indhu akka insisted they'd dry later as they'd enjoy this view until the evening. Soon, they tricked and convinced Aditi akka and Abhi to join them in the water. They tried to get me to come as well, but I was hesitant as it might reveal something about me. They left me alone for a while, and I stood, taking photos of them.
Suddenly, I felt someone nearby and turned to see Indhu akka trying to push me into the water. I quickly tried to escape, but the rock area was slippery, and I ended up falling on a rock, hitting my face. Everything went black, and I could hear them shouting my name. I regained consciousness briefly, but then I felt unconscious again.
fun times 2 (Monday, 07 August 2023 15:56)
It's been 2 years since ritu had gone to their cousin's place...
ankit was standing infront of the mirror.. angry with his mom, as she recently assigned him the task that he should brush his hair daily for atleast few minutes..
'ughh, this feels useless, I could play video games instead of wasting my time doing this'...
https://i2-prod.nottinghampost.com/incoming/article2537488.ece/ALTERNATES/s1200b/0_JAJ_TEM_120219Jensen_001JPG.jpg
his hair was loose and on the front, as he is stroking few strands at a time. As he was sulking while brushing his long hair, he saw a reflection in the mirror, girl in jeans, crop top, top bun.
https://www.pinkvilla.com/images/2022-09/ananya_panday_spotted_4.jpeg
'is that ritu' he thought to himself..
'nah, she might be the neighbor, ritu is a little girl' and continued brushing..
then there was the scream 'mom, I'm home'
a: oops.. it is her..
and within a minute, she was in his room, saw him and walking towards him..
r: hi ankit bhayya, missed you so much..
he turned towards her and did one last stroke with the hair brush from his head to the ends..
a: missed you too little sister.. he said in a low voice, to his not so little sister..
r: awww, ankit bhayya, you're brushing your long hair, that's so cute.. and she hugged him..
he was walloped in her huge hug, with her broader shoulders than him, maybe because of being tall..
he shrugged her off, and was looking up at his towering sister..
a: well you've become tall.. he is saying with a shy embarrassing look.
r: yes, a little, but well, well, look who got pretty..
a: who..
r: who else, you, little one, I mean ankit bhayya, look at all that hair, you look so pretty.. and she pinched his cheek..
a: what..
ritu was caressing his thick hair on his front..
r: don't be so shocked ankit bhayya, look at this, I am so jealous of you, I thought you would chop it off by now, but it looks beautiful, even though it could use some maintenance..
a: stop touching it.. he tapped on her hand..
r: alright, alright, bhayya, whatever, I thought you would be more sweeter than before, but you are the same, uggh..
she went out not so elated as she entered..
later at dinner..
Ankit and his mom were at the table..
m: did you brush your hair ankit..
a: ughh, I did mom..
he was nervously fidgeting with ponytail that was on his shoulder.. he keeps his hair in low pony in house..
m: what's wrong, why are you like that..
he was still in disbelief that ritu is almost a foot taller than him, at 5'10, while still fidgeting..
m: it's okay, you will grow, boys grew a little late..
a: that's not.. how did she knew he wondered..
m: I am your mom, I know everything, see there she is..
r: hi mom..
m: hi ritu..
r: hi ankit, that's a really cute ponytail, did you do that yourself ?..and she pinched his cheek again..
both mom and ankit were shocked at her behavior..
r: I am sorry, ankit BHAYYA.. she emphasized..
m: that's right, he is your big brother..
r: sorry mom, I used to refer to the elder cousins by their name, I got used to it..
m: yeah well, you are not there any more, you will respect your elders, understand.
r: yes mom.. she kept her head down and ate..
fun times 3 (Monday, 07 August 2023 15:58)
After a couple of days..
Ritu was reading a book in her room..
ankit walked in to her table..
r: yes bhayya, she looked at him..
a: mom just went outside, she asked me to give this milk..
r: sorry sweetie, I don't drink milk, can you get me a cup of coffee instead..
a: RITU, whom are you calling sweetie..
r: ohh sorry bhayya, I called by mistake, now will you get me a coffee..
a: I am not your servent, drink this, or..."oh, no"
he spilled the milk on the book..
ankit looks not that concerned, but only until ritu turned towards him, with angry big eyes... he said..
a: sorry ritu..
r: what the hell ankit, are you stupid..
a: hey I am your big brother..
r: hell with that ankit, do you know the value of this book, aunt gave me as a farewell gift, now you ruined it, Idiot!
a: careful with your words..
r: shut your fucking mouth, don't irritate me..
a: that's it, you are done little sister... seems like she forgot what I could do..
he grabbed her hand to twist..
ritu was smiling..
he tried again to twist, but could barely move it.. surprised at her strength..
r: what my big brother cannot twist my hand like before.. haha..
he got furious and looked around, seen her loose hair, and grabbed it, as much as he could reach..
r: auch, ahh, auch, ahh bhayya leave it..
she however got rid of his grip and pushed him aside..
ritu was a sweet girl, but he kind of triggered her...
she tied her loose hair in a bun, put a clutcher on it, while he is still on the floor.
fun times 4 (Monday, 07 August 2023 16:41)
that was when mom entered the room..
m: what is going on here, why are you fighting.. can't even let me go outside in peace..
then she saw ankit on the floor, ankit also started acting up, saying she pushed him for no reason..
m: what's wrong with you ritu, now you've grown little big, you think you can push him like that..
Ritu was trying to control her anger, but she knew mom's support was always with ankit bhayya..
nevertheless, they broke off, as ritu was waiting to have revenge for her pain, that hair pull was so hard, as it was kind of out of reach for him.. and he also blamed her for the milk spill..
After a couple of days, ritu has walked into ankit's room, he was brushing his hair..
ankit realized her walking from the mirror.. and suddenly turned around, grabbing his hair with hands..
r: It's okay ankit bhayya, I am not gonna pull it like you..
a: I am not worried..
r: haha, indeed that was a rather very girly move, surprised you would be so powerless now..
a: don't act smart ritu, you might be a little tall, but I am still stronger than you..
r: haha..
a: don't smile, I am..
r: well it's okay bhayya, I believe you, hahaha..
a: do you think it's funny, come on I challenge you for a hand wrestling..
he unnecessarily started it because of his ego..
r: I am okay.. she said immediately..
a: then let's start..
r: wait right now..
a: why, can you not, do you have to dress up and all..
r: acha, being smart ahh, this is enough for you, she makes a bun of her hair, then pulls out a scrunchie from her wrist and wraps around it.
ankit also kept his comb aside, and ties it into a man bun, but looking for a black hairtie..
r: what happened you need more time to ready sweetie..
ankit got angry..
a: I can't find my hair tie..
r: here you can borrow mine, she offers the blue scrunchie on her other wrist..
a: here you go, I got it.. as he found his hairtie
r: whatever.. rolled her eyes..
ankit and ritu sit infront of each other, with hairs tied up in buns, rather like a couple of sisters.. hehe..
within no time, as the game started..
a: wait wait I am not ready.. as his hand couldn't stand for even 5 seconds..
r: really.. now you are gonna do this..
a: once again..
r: alright...
they started again, with hands together, 3, 2, 1...
a: wait wait..
r: stop it ankit, I know you are ready this time..
the last try was no different..
a: no ritu, I don't accept this..
r: aww, what don't you accept sweetie, that you little sister is no more your little..
a: but, but,.. he was stuttering..
r: you are so sweet, now don't let macho big brother thing infront of me, okay?
ankit was speechless..
a: but, I am your...
r: STOP IT now, and I can show how much of a good sister I can be...
a: how..
r: for starters, I can take really good care of your hair, I always wanted to but you wouldn't let me...
a: I don't want you to do anything, it is good like this..
r: why, I can show you how wonderful it is to have it silky and smooth hair, you can braid, and do lot of hairstyles...
a: what, braid..
r: yes, it will keep your hair healthy..
a: no thanks, I will even chop it..
Ritu made her eyes bigger in anger, but then eased off and smiled at him..
r: aww, don't be silly sweetie.. she pinched his cheek..
a: who are you to say..
'ohh you are not going to listen like this, I will not let you chop your pretty hair, you will thank me' she said to herself..
a: what are you thinking..
r: ohh brother you are not thinking straight we will talk again.. I have to do something..
fun times (Monday, 07 August 2023 16:44)
the end.
Aditi fan (Monday, 07 August 2023 20:02)
Excellent narration. Sprb akka
Aji (Tuesday, 08 August 2023 03:20)
Fantastic aditi.. Love you girl...
Prameela (Tuesday, 08 August 2023 09:35)
https://youtu.be/TQ8eiQdfaRM
Satya (Tuesday, 08 August 2023 11:36)
Aditi waiting for next part
Abeena (Tuesday, 08 August 2023 12:09)
Aditi, waiting for the next part of Divi kuty.
hii (Tuesday, 08 August 2023 12:54)
Sk
Venu (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 06:52)
Aditi waiting for your reply as soon as possible post new part
Prema (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 07:09)
In a town where tradition and culture held strong, lived a man named Rajiv. He was known for his charismatic charm but unfortunately, also for his philandering ways. Rajiv's wife, Anjali, had endured years of heartache due to his infidelity. She was a woman of strength, who believed in finding a unique solution to address her husband's behavior.
One day, after learning about an old practice from her grandmother, Anjali decided to take matters into her own hands. She requested a meeting with the women of the town, seeking their support and expertise. She shared her idea of using a traditional saree punishment to make Rajiv realize the gravity of his actions.
The women were intrigued and decided to support Anjali's plan. They believed that this approach could not only teach Rajiv a lesson but also remind the entire community about the importance of fidelity and respect in marriage.
On the chosen day, the women gathered at Anjali's house, bringing with them a special saree that was vibrant and ornate. Anjali explained her plan to the group: Rajiv would be made to wear the saree for a day, and he would be required to perform household chores while wearing it.
With the saree hung prominently in the living room, Rajiv was called in for a family meeting. Anjali explained her reasoning, expressing her desire to salvage their marriage and help Rajiv truly understand the pain he had caused. Rajiv, initially taken aback, realized the sincerity behind her intentions.
Reluctantly, he agreed to go through with the punishment. The women helped him drape the saree, and as the fabric flowed around him, he felt an unfamiliar vulnerability. Anjali then handed him a list of household tasks he was expected to complete throughout the day.
As Rajiv carried out his chores, he found himself struggling with the unfamiliar attire. The saree, usually seen as a symbol of grace and femininity, had him reevaluating his behavior and pondering the impact of his actions on his family. He began to see the weight of his actions through a different lens.
Throughout the day, Rajiv encountered curious looks from neighbors and friends who had heard about the unique punishment. His embarrassment and self-reflection grew with every encounter. As the day came to an end, Rajiv took off the saree, humbled and remorseful.
The experience prompted Rajiv to engage in honest conversations with Anjali. He realized the hurt he had caused and committed to making amends. Together, they sought counseling, addressing the root causes of Rajiv's philandering behavior.
News of the saree punishment and Rajiv's subsequent transformation spread through the town. The practice of using traditional methods to address modern challenges caught the attention of many, leading to open conversations about relationships, fidelity, and personal growth.
Anjali's bold and innovative approach not only mended her own marriage but also sparked a shift in attitudes toward infidelity in the community. The saree punishment became a symbol of self-reflection and accountability, reminding everyone that even in the face of adversity, traditional values could still guide them toward a path of healing and understanding.
Prema (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 07:15)
In a bustling household in the heart of an Indian town, lived a young boy named Arjun. Arjun had long, silky hair that cascaded down his back, a characteristic that set him apart from his friends. He loved his hair, and his three elder sisters - Meera, Aisha, and Neha - adored it as well.
One sunny afternoon, with laughter echoing through the house, Arjun's sisters decided it was time for a special hair braiding session. They had always enjoyed experimenting with different hairstyles, and today they wanted to create a unique and intricate braid for Arjun.
Gathering in the living room, Arjun sat on a comfortable cushion while his sisters surrounded him, excitedly discussing their plan. Meera, the eldest, took charge. She began by gently detangling Arjun's hair, running her fingers through the soft strands to remove any knots.
As Meera worked, Aisha and Neha prepared the necessary tools: a fine-tooth comb, a few hairpins, and a beautifully embroidered ribbon that would serve as the finishing touch. Aisha poured a fragrant hair oil into her palms, warming it slightly before massaging it into Arjun's scalp. The soothing touch and the subtle fragrance relaxed Arjun, making him feel pampered and cherished.
With Arjun's hair now oiled and detangled, Meera sectioned his hair into three equal parts. She started by taking a small strand from the left section and crossed it over to the center. Then, she picked up a strand from the right section and crossed it over to the center as well. The braiding process had begun.
As Meera continued braiding, Aisha and Neha watched closely, offering words of encouragement and laughter. They reminisced about their childhood, where they had spent hours experimenting with each other's hair. This time, however, it was Arjun who was the center of attention.
The braid grew longer and more intricate with each twist and turn. Meera carefully incorporated additional strands from the sides, creating a beautiful pattern. Aisha and Neha took turns holding the strands in place to ensure a smooth and even braid.
Once the braid reached its end, Meera secured it with a hairpin, ensuring it stayed in place. The sisters exchanged satisfied glances - the braid was a work of art. To complete the look, they gently tied the embroidered ribbon around the base of the braid, adding a touch of elegance.
Arjun turned to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes lighting up with delight. The intricately braided hair was a masterpiece, a reflection of the love and care his sisters had poured into their creation. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for his sisters and their bond, knowing that this shared experience was a memory he would treasure forever.
As the afternoon sun began to set, Arjun's beautifully braided hair became a symbol of the strong and loving connection he shared with his sisters. The experience not only allowed him to showcase a unique hairstyle but also reminded him of the importance of family, the power of touch, and the art of creating beauty through shared moments.
Vinay (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 09:00)
Aditi waiting for your next part
YouTube (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 10:12)
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIvYSW73xf2ttmkX96OyIGLT5O1UuLA2z
Fan (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 10:20)
https://youtu.be/0OU2ifjBkAM
https://youtu.be/qlaY4gcSQTM
Customer (Wednesday, 09 August 2023 13:44)
Fun time this not ur end time
Love (Thursday, 10 August 2023 04:38)
https://youtu.be/TQ8eiQdfaRM
Aditi fan (Thursday, 10 August 2023 05:50)
Aditi waiting for your story.you are awesome
.. (Thursday, 10 August 2023 08:17)
Aditi continue that Tamil story
VASANTHA (Thursday, 10 August 2023 09:57)
Aditi and prema yours story very super � please continue pa
Aji (Thursday, 10 August 2023 12:59)
Aditi kutty, please di chellam continue di......
Goutham (Thursday, 10 August 2023 22:51)
Aditi we are waiting for ur update please
Aji (Friday, 11 August 2023 09:23)
Aditi, please give update di..
Nina (Friday, 11 August 2023 09:27)
https://youtu.be/yvN7e2Ik7Ek
Riya (Friday, 11 August 2023 10:34)
Aditi sister, please update, 4 days complete
Jhanvi (Friday, 11 August 2023 23:04)
Hii Aditi, please continue your story
Sravan (Saturday, 12 August 2023 08:12)
Aaditi waiting for your story
is aditi dead (Saturday, 12 August 2023 09:12)
Please reply
Aditi fan (Saturday, 12 August 2023 22:00)
Hope you are busy and doing good.waiting for your story with love
Love (Saturday, 12 August 2023 22:52)
Thank God Aditi passed away
Love and is aditi dead (Sunday, 13 August 2023 09:19)
Why are you guys posting hateful comments?if aditi is busy that should be fine.They have their own life and their problems
AJI (Sunday, 13 August 2023 11:35)
aditi, what happened. are you busy or something bad happened to you. Anyway please get back here well and soon
Gouthami (Sunday, 13 August 2023 20:54)
Hii aditi akka I'm fan of ur stories, what happened akka ,please continue akka please
Nina (Monday, 14 August 2023 12:25)
https://youtu.be/wsmj0glLuwo
Boy to girl transformation
Sanal (Monday, 14 August 2023)
Aditi, I am a fan of your story. Pls continue maam
Aditi (Tuesday, 15 August 2023 02:24)
Stuck in personal work. Will be updating soon.
Radhika (Tuesday, 15 August 2023 03:41)
Tq for ur reply,
Aji (Tuesday, 15 August 2023 04:30)
Is this our real aditi kutty or someone using her name. If it's real aditi, thank you for your reply di. Love you di�����
Joshna (Tuesday, 15 August 2023 11:28)
Aditi sis,please post atleast next part tonight
Enough is enough (Wednesday, 16 August 2023 03:16)
IG Celebrity is far too long. Aditi doesn't need to continue it.
Stop aditi (Wednesday, 16 August 2023 11:07)
Stop aditi
AJI (Thursday, 17 August 2023 01:51)
Aditi, pls give atleast one part di...
.. (Thursday, 17 August 2023 02:12)
Aditi pls pa continue pa........
Bakvas aditi (Thursday, 17 August 2023 05:13)
Don't continue your bakvas story Aditi, it's too much of rubbish and your making too lengthy just like a rubber,if you pull too much it will broke,so just stop your story.
Nina (Friday, 18 August 2023 09:11)
https://youtu.be/K3wQBxulCBQ
Aurin khan (Friday, 18 August 2023 10:23)
Updated new part
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/stangers-to-partner-5
Srilakshmi (Friday, 18 August 2023 23:05)
I'm getting married next month so I'm retiring from this page.
Thank you everyone for all the support.
random (Saturday, 19 August 2023 01:17)
@Srilakshmi
Who are you again?
Unknown (Saturday, 19 August 2023 20:37)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-bet-that-changed-my-life-2.html
Abeena (Sunday, 20 August 2023 04:21)
The 4th part of my story ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND is published on opinionrafter.com Please do check it out. If anyone want to read my story here, then please comment below and I will publish the same story here.
Abeena (Sunday, 20 August 2023 04:22)
To Unknown (Comment #741). Thank you for sharing the link..
Aurin khan (Sunday, 20 August 2023 07:48)
Updated new part
https://opinioncrafter.com/posts/stangers-to-partner-7
Gender role reversal (Sunday, 20 August 2023 13:18)
Please Write gender role reversal story boy in saree, girl in pant
Nina (Monday, 21 August 2023 08:50)
https://youtu.be/MKjCGtDdxNE
Harshita (Monday, 21 August 2023 09:53)
Please some on write story on role reversal
Subhashini (Monday, 21 August 2023 23:44)
Thank you srilakshmi you were one of the best writers we had. All the best and take care. Congratulations on your marriage.
Abeena (Tuesday, 22 August 2023 10:44)
Hi guys, my story in opinioncrafter.com, ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND part 1 gets more than 1k views. IF you want please check out my story on opinoioncrafter.com
Rama Maruthi (Tuesday, 22 August 2023 11:14)
dear srilakshmi all the best and we wish ur parter will cooperte and support ur secret
Unknown (Tuesday, 22 August 2023 21:04)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-bet-that-changed-my-life-3.html
Rebecca (Tuesday, 22 August 2023 22:53)
Oh srilakshmi that sounds great that you are getting married God bless you and congrats.
Rohini (Tuesday, 22 August 2023 23:37)
Congratulations srilakshmi.
Aanya (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:43)
Part 1: The Small Village Clinic
In a quaint village nestled amidst rolling hills and vibrant greenery, two best friends, Santhosh and Madhan, found themselves grappling with the complexities of life. Santhosh, once a cheerful and vibrant soul, now wore a heavy cloak of despondency after a heart-wrenching breakup. Madhan, the steadfast and caring friend, watched as Santhosh's spirits plummeted with each passing day.
One afternoon, as they lounged beneath the shade of a banyan tree, Madhan broached an idea that had been whispered through the village like a secret breeze: the mysterious clinic of Doctor Rajan. With a reputation that veered on the edge of myth, Doctor Rajan was rumored to offer an unusual remedy for the deepest of sorrows.
Curiosity stirred within Santhosh as Madhan described the clinic's unique solution—a potion that could immerse the drinker in a dream world of their choosing. It was an opportunity to escape the harsh realities of life and explore the realms of the mind. The potion held the power to transport them to a place where dreams were woven into the fabric of reality.
Madhan's eyes gleamed with hope as he implored Santhosh to consider this unconventional remedy. "Imagine," he said, "a chance to escape the weight of our troubles and explore a world beyond our own."
Santhosh was hesitant, caught between the allure of possibility and the chains of skepticism. But the promise of liberation tugged at his heart, a glimmer of light in the darkness that had clouded his world for far too long.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the village, Santhosh and Madhan made a pact. They would embark on this mysterious journey together, in search of solace, understanding, and perhaps even a glimpse of something more profound than they could ever imagine.
Little did they know that the road ahead would be lined with dreams that blurred the lines of reality, challenging their perceptions of self, friendship, and the power of the human spirit.
Aanya (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:44)
Part 2: The Potion of Dreams
With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, Santhosh and Madhan set forth to the enigmatic clinic that held the key to their potential salvation. The clinic, nestled on the outskirts of the village, exuded an aura of mystery, like a portal to uncharted realms.
The moment they stepped into the clinic's waiting room, a sense of wonder enveloped them. Walls adorned with intricate tapestries depicted dreams woven into vibrant patterns, each one telling a story of its own. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the room itself held the collective hopes and fears of those who had come seeking solace.
A door creaked open, and Doctor Rajan emerged, his eyes harboring the wisdom of ages. He welcomed the two friends with a gentle smile, as if he already knew the secrets they carried within their hearts. In a hushed voice, he unveiled the essence of his clinic: the Potion of Dreams.
The potion, a translucent elixir that shimmered like stardust, rested in delicate vials before them. Doctor Rajan explained that this elixir had the power to transport them to a dreamscape of their choosing, a world in which they could reshape their identities, explore their desires, and confront their fears.
As they listened, Santhosh's skepticism gave way to curiosity, drawn by the possibility of an escape from the heavy cloud that had consumed him. Madhan's unwavering belief in the potential for change further fueled Santhosh's willingness to take a leap of faith.
With exchanged glances of shared determination, they each selected a vial of the Potion of Dreams. Doctor Rajan offered them a parting thought: "In your dreams, you shall find not only what you seek, but also what you need. Remember that your journey is guided by the heart within."
As the potion touched their lips, a sweet warmth spread through their bodies, and their surroundings blurred. They closed their eyes, embarking on a journey beyond the boundaries of reality, where dreams and the waking world intertwined in ways they could never have imagined.
Aanya (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:44)
Part 3: Designing a New Reality
Santhosh and Madhan's consciousness drifted, suspended between wakefulness and the depths of slumber. Colors swirled around them like a painter's palette, and the boundaries of reality dissolved into a canvas of endless possibilities.
As the haze cleared, they found themselves standing in a realm that mirrored their surroundings, yet possessed an ethereal quality. Before them stood Doctor Rajan, a serene smile on his lips. "Welcome to your canvas of dreams," he said, his voice a melodious whisper.
Around them lay a spectrum of choices, each like a door to a new world. Santhosh's gaze landed on a depiction of a tranquil village, nestled between lush hills and a glistening river. Madhan's eyes settled on another door, revealing a bustling cityscape filled with life and energy.
But it was another option that caught their attention, like a hidden treasure among the choices: the chance to inhabit the lives of two sisters, Aanya and Nisha, in a family of four. The sisters' lives were intertwined in a dance of love, friendship, and sisterhood that resonated deeply within them.
With a shared nod of agreement, Santhosh and Madhan entered the door that would lead them into the lives of Aanya and Nisha. The world around them shifted and transformed, and they awakened in a new reality.
Santhosh found himself in the body of Aanya, a vivacious and spirited young woman. The warmth of familial love enveloped him, as he became a part of a family that shared laughter, dreams, and heartaches.
Madhan stepped into the role of Nisha, the elder sister who radiated a sense of responsibility and affection. Together, they embarked on a journey that would forge a bond that transcended time, gender, and their own identities.
In this new existence, they discovered the intricate web of connections that defined the sisters' lives. They navigated the ups and downs of school, friendship, and family, finding solace in their shared experiences.
As Aanya and Nisha, Santhosh and Madhan began to unravel the threads of sisterhood, experiencing life through the eyes of the other. They walked a path that led them to understanding, growth, and a deepening sense of connection that went beyond the boundaries of their previous selves.
Aanya (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 01:57)
Please lemme know if you like the concept. If yes, I will continue.
Aanya (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 02:02)
Part 4: Embracing a New Identity
The morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold as Aanya and Nisha began to awaken to the reality of their new lives. The soft light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room that seemed to mirror the warmth blooming within their hearts.
As they stirred, the sensations of their changed bodies came to life. Aanya's fingers brushed against the soft curves that had replaced her familiar frame. She felt the weight of her chest, the gentle rise and fall of her breath like a melody of life.
Nisha, too, experienced the transformation, her movements marked by the grace and elegance that had once seemed unattainable. She marveled at the subtle differences in her form—the contours that lent an air of sophistication, the gentle sway that seemed to tell stories of womanhood.
In this newfound skin, they explored their reflections in the mirror, the eyes staring back at them a mixture of curiosity and recognition. The cascading tresses of hair framed their faces, a testament to the intricate beauty of femininity.
Their exploration was interrupted by the familiar call of their mother, a reminder that even in this dreamlike world, the bonds of family remained unbroken. "Aanya, Nisha, breakfast is ready!" her voice echoed through the house, a thread of connection that tied them to reality.
They made their way downstairs, their footsteps a symphony of curiosity and excitement. The scent of a hearty breakfast greeted them, and they settled into their places at the table, their movements a blend of the familiar and the new.
As they savored each bite, Aanya and Nisha exchanged knowing glances. With every sip of tea and every morsel of food, they embraced the sensations of their transformed bodies. They felt the subtle weight of their chests against the table, the way their dresses draped against their forms.
Amidst the shared laughter and the chatter of family, their mother's keen eye caught a detail that brought a blush to Aanya's cheeks. "Aanya, you forgot to wear a bra!" Her mother's amused tone held a touch of surprise, and Aanya's embarrassment was palpable.
Nisha came to the rescue, her quick thinking saving the moment from further embarrassment. "It must have slipped our minds, but we'll fix it right away!" With a shared giggle, they excused themselves and retreated to their room.
Behind closed doors, Nisha offered Aanya a guiding hand as they navigated the complexities of undergarments. Aanya's laughter was a melody that harmonized with Nisha's reassuring words, a symphony of sisterhood that echoed through the room.
Once dressed, they shared a knowing glance—a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey they were embarking upon. With a newfound confidence, they returned to the breakfast table, their connection deepened by the moments they had shared.
After breakfast, they retreated to the sanctuary of their bathroom for a bath. The warm water cascaded over their bodies, and as they explored their new forms, a sense of wonder filled the air. Their fingers traced the lines that had become a part of them, a canvas of identity painted in the language of curves and contours.
As they bathed, the bond between Aanya and Nisha deepened. They laughed, they shared stories, and they reveled in the sensations that their new bodies offered. Their giggles held a touch of naughtiness, a shared secret that bound them in a unique sisterhood.
Dressing in their school uniform dresses, they marveled at the way the fabric clung to their forms, as if acknowledging the beauty that now adorned them. They helped each other with buttons and zippers, a ritual that symbolized the support they had always offered one another.
As they brushed their long hair, a shared feeling of empowerment settled upon them. Their hair flowed like cascading waterfalls, a symbol of femininity and strength. Their reflection in the mirror was a testament to the journey they had undertaken, the journey to embrace a new identity and a new chapter in their lives.
With a sense of readiness, they left their home, their laughter echoing in the corridors as they made their way to school. Each step was marked by the lightness in their hearts, a reflection of the journey they had embarked upon—the journey to discover their true selves and the world that awaited them.
Nina (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 08:50)
https://youtu.be/B8kyogg9RMg
Rashi (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 12:42)
@Aanya: Any story with two male characters is a turn-off!
Kashmira Sen (Wednesday, 23 August 2023 13:07)
Aanya your story is too good
do continue it
Misha (Thursday, 24 August 2023 06:29)
Good Story Aanya
Aanya (Friday, 25 August 2023 09:08)
Part 5: Navigating School Life
With backpacks slung over their shoulders, Aanya and Nisha embarked on their journey to school, a realm that promised a new tapestry of experiences as they navigated life as young women. As they reached the school gates, a flutter of excitement danced within them, mingling with the apprehension that comes with the unknown.
Before parting ways, they exchanged smiles and words of encouragement, a silent promise to navigate this day with courage. They said their goodbyes, and like two separate threads of the same tapestry, they ventured towards their respective classrooms.
Aanya entered her classroom, where students milled about, laughter and conversations filling the air. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, a symphony of teenage life that seemed to play out in a different rhythm from what they had known before.
Aanya, still adjusting to her new role, took a seat next to a boy without thinking twice. It wasn't until the teacher entered the room that she realized her mistake. The teacher's raised eyebrows and gentle redirection made her blush with a mixture of embarrassment and understanding.
With a shy smile, Aanya gathered her belongings and moved to a seat among the girls, her heart racing with a newfound vulnerability. As she settled in, a gentle breeze swept through the classroom, lifting the edge of her shirt. The realization hit her like a cool gust of wind—the delicate dress she wore was unlike anything she had worn before, and she quickly tugged her skirt down with a mixture of surprise and bashfulness.
As the day unfolded, Aanya's presence didn't go unnoticed. The eyes of her classmates were drawn to her, their gazes lingering a moment longer. She exuded an innocence and curiosity that seemed to cast a gentle spell, inviting attention without her even realizing it.
The boys, captivated by the sight of the new girl, exchanged whispers and glances, curiosity sparking in their eyes. The novelty of Aanya's presence was an unspoken thread that wove its way through the classroom, and with every curious glance and shy smile, she began to carve her place in this new world.
Unbeknownst to Aanya, the first day had etched her into the memories of her classmates—an innocent and unassuming girl who had captured their attention. The dynamics of the classroom were shifting, shaped by the presence of the girl who had entered their lives like a breath of fresh air. And as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Aanya stepped out of the classroom, carrying with her the seeds of change she had unknowingly sown.
Aanya (Friday, 25 August 2023 09:09)
Part 6: Navigating School Life as Nisha
Nisha entered her classroom with a blend of anticipation and nervousness, the rhythm of her footsteps matching the beating of her heart. She was acutely aware of the unfamiliar fabric that swayed against her legs, the delicate sensation of her hair brushing against her shoulders, and the weight of her transformed body.
As she looked around the classroom, she noticed the clusters of girls engaged in animated conversations. The air seemed to buzz with an unspoken camaraderie that had eluded her in her previous life. Taking a deep breath, Nisha found an empty seat, her fingers slightly trembling as she arranged her belongings.
The classmates around her exchanged curious glances, their eyes lingering a moment longer on the new girl in their midst. Nisha's cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and vulnerability, her heart pounding with the knowledge that this was a day of new beginnings.
As the teacher began the class, Nisha's attention was drawn to a group of boys seated nearby. Their whispered conversations and stolen glances made her pulse quicken, and a subtle heat spread across her cheeks. It was a new world of emotions and interactions that she was navigating, each glance and interaction stirring a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity.
The boy next to her leaned over, his voice soft yet audible. "Hi, I'm Rahul," he said with a warm smile. Nisha's heart raced, her shy smile mirroring his. The exchange of names was a gentle reminder that she was stepping into a world where interactions held a different depth and meaning.
As the day progressed, Nisha found herself immersed in the rhythms of classroom life. She listened intently to the lessons, her fingers brushing against her hair or adjusting her glasses as she absorbed the knowledge being imparted. Each movement seemed to echo with a sense of femininity she was still coming to terms with.
During a break, a group of girls approached Nisha, their smiles welcoming and curious. They struck up a conversation, their laughter resonating in the air as they shared stories and dreams. In the midst of their camaraderie, Nisha's confidence grew, and the realization dawned that this new world held the promise of friendships that were unlike any she had experienced before.
As the bell signaled the end of the day, Nisha gathered her belongings, a sense of contentment and excitement settling within her. She had navigated a day filled with shy glances, friendly interactions, and the gentle flutter of emotions that defined teenage life.
However, the day had one more surprise in store. As she walked towards the school gate, absorbed in her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into a table. In the process, her bag brushed against her hip, causing a subtle but noticeable sway of her dress. Nisha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her heart racing as she realized that her body's movements held an undeniable allure.
The incident caught the attention of a group of boys nearby, their playful laughter and exchanged glances revealing that her presence had been duly noted. As Nisha walked away, her steps were a delicate dance of self-awareness, each movement a reminder that she was no longer just an observer in the world of young women; she was a participant, navigating a journey filled with newfound feelings, interactions, and a shy but growing sense of confidence.
Aanya (Friday, 25 August 2023 09:12)
I got mixed comments on my last parts, therefore I have written few more parts.
Lemme know your comments and do share if you have any suggestions.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
Nina (Friday, 25 August 2023 10:32)
https://youtu.be/UxmdbZaPfgc?si=CvRtMt2iCSLtfR5Y
sissy bitch (Friday, 25 August 2023 17:25)
short story - a few thoughts from my imagination.
I was in my room, looking myself in the mirror doing final touches to my ponytail, and as I glanced to my right, there she was, sitting and meditating.. I was sad to see how similar we look being her husband
https://st4allthings4p4ci.blob.core.windows.net/allthingshair/allthingshair/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2019/09/thick-and-long-ponytail-2.jpg
Promptly she opened her eyes, and staring right back at me, she said
"darling how long will you take to get ready, come and sit with me already"
I was angry at her, I was not used to all this. Hell, I'd never event spent more than a minute to comb my hair until three years ago. Alas, here I am, brushing my hair since past 15 minutes to detangle and make it into this silky thick ponytail.
However, I wrapped up and sat next to her. She started teaching me to do yoga and stuff recently..
As I sit next to her with my legs folded, she reached out to my right shoulder..
She bent towards me and touched my bare skin that was left open from my sleeveless top, I became self aware and immediately pushed her..
next second, I felt a slap on my face, and her another hand was on my shoulder, where she was pinching my skin..
I was screeching in pain.. 'ahh, sanjana leave me, please' 'ahhh, please sanjana, what did I do'
she eased of my skin, I was rubbing it, as it was paining like hell.
Didn't I tell you to part your hair in the middle, do you think you are macho man to put a sleek back ponytail..
I was shocked, because she was wearing the same ponytail with her hair all brushed back, then why couldn't I.. and I said to her..
It was another tight slap I felt within this short span, I couldn't take it anymore, but I know I have to bear it, and can't show my feelings on my face. So I obliged, 'my mistake, I will do from tomorrow'
all Sanjana could say was, 'that's right, don't you dare question my style' and then we continued the yoga session for a while without any questions asked. Imagining myself "when did I become this sissy bitch for my own wife".
After the hour long session was over, I switched back to my night pants and t-shirt. I loosened up my high ponytail, and left the hair to hang loose. I stared at myself in the mirror with my gray colored night pants, and a lavender t-shirt (don't know where she buys all these weird colored men's clothes for me), I was thankful that I don't need to wear that all-pink skin tight yoga attire for a while as she was leaving for a trip tomorrow.
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQrCqLu1tqKaeaTVpzqqnAxY-zTsynu7JR5lA&usqp=CAU
Next morning, I woke up and finished my morning routine, walked to the living room in the same attire from last evening.
Sanjana was in a black business wear looking hot as hell.
https://connecteam.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Screen-Shot-2019-03-20-at-13.18.46.png
Abeena (Saturday, 26 August 2023 03:14)
Aanya continue. Your story is looking good.
Anmol (Monday, 28 August 2023 03:08)
I’m thinking of writing a multi-part story/ies now that I’ve got some time. Please let me know if you guys need some of my old stories continued or a new idea this time.
Abeena (Monday, 28 August 2023 04:22)
Hey Anmol, pls write any story, make us engage....
Sneha (Monday, 28 August 2023 07:13)
Sitting
It's a lovely evening with full of rain, My Internet is also not working and i informed same in my office so no disturbance. I thought of having some drinks, so i prepared some snacks and arranged everything for self. I just had a peg and enjoying soft music then i heard my noisy door bell sound got irritated with that and went to check who is disturbing my pleasant evening. I opened door and saw my maid came with full wet clothes i invited her and asked why you have came in this heavy rain she said she going thru here and struck in rain, so she came here to dry her clothes.
I gave her towel and told change the clothes since her clothes are totally wet, she said i don't have any extra pair. I gave her one of track, t-shirt with inners she laughed and said what is this sir you are making me man. I laughed and said nothing like that you will get sick if you stay like that and she took my clothes and went inside. I prepared one more peg and having my drink. she came to hall wearing my dress. she came near to me and asked me sir how i am looking i said handsome she don't know how to react but she gave a fake smile.
Immediately she changed the topic and asked sir why don't invite your neighbors for company, I told her i drink like to drink with men. Why sir i am observing from some many days you will speak with me nicely but i never seen speaking with men some much time and also whenever you speak with men you are so uncomfortable. I said your are correct kiran i don't feel comfortable with men then she asked what about women's company sir. I enjoy women's company and i struck because i don't want to tell her my secret. She laughed and said i wish you are woman sir see how pretty you are in men's dress if you wear sari every men will ready to marry you.
I laughed and said thank you to her, she sat down on the floor i told her to sit on the chair. she declined after insisting thrice she sat on the chair, i asked will you drink kiran she said yes so i gave her one peg she had one peg and said nice drink sir very smooth, i gave her another peg after having second peg her body language changed and started streching her legs and hands. She said sir can we sit on the floor we will enjoy most, i said ok and we sat on the floor she had another peg and said sir you are really good. I said call me madhu she said madhu you know this is my dream to wear men's clothes and to have a drink. I said is it do you like men's life or do you want to be a man.
She said yes i like to roam like men and they don't have any restrictions and everybody stares our body and everybody is interested in what we wear. I said if you like to be a man then i will make you man she shocked and came back to sense and said sorry sir i said when i was in drunk. I asked her if you wish to be like that then i will help you anyway you don't have anyone like family just staying like this whole life think about my offer. She left from my house so i gave her cap.
After she went i closed my main door and went inside my cupboard and wore my nightie, bangles and started washing kiran's clothes now i am thinking myself as a maid and kiran as my owner and after washing the clothes i slept for the night in the morning i am hearing door bell rang and i forgot i am in nightie and i opened my main door i see my maid she seeing me in a shock and came inside and went inside
mvk (Monday, 28 August 2023 07:45)
Nice story
Sneha (Monday, 28 August 2023 11:16)
Sitting
She turned around after entering in the house and gave me a typical look, i didn't understood meaning for her look and she raised her eye brow seeing me and i realized that i was in nightie and i tried to escape from their she hold my hand firmly and pulled me back, I came back hit on the wall she kept her hands on the wall. I forgot to tell you that she still in my clothes and with a smile on her face she said madhu don't try to escape for me if you tell everything truth i will help you. I pleaded her that i will all truth to her.
She removed her hands from the wall and went 2 steps back then kept her feet in 60 degree angle. I was looking at her feet but i didn't understood anything then i saw her face she just folded her hands and looking some where not even looking at me. Seeing the angle of her feet i understood after some time, So i bent down and removed her slippers she said wonderful dear now you started understanding. I was silent what to say then kiran told me to follow her she just roamed all the rooms and came back near to me, i am still standing aside waiting for her. She came to hall and sat on the sofa keeping her legs on near by table. I was about to sit beside she told me to sit on the floor. I am trying to sit on the floor but unable to sit because i don't know how to sit in nightie so i seen in movies that women sit keeping legs straight and sit so i did same, kiran started laughing.
I said kiran please leave me what i did to you, kiran slapped me hardly on my face and said kiran sir. My face become red and with holding my tears i said sorry. Kiran asked me to tell my story and same time she ordered me to press her legs. I slowly started pressing her legs and told i am crossdresser some times i like to dress up as a women and when i dressup i behave like a women, that's why i never mingled with men.
Kiran told me to sit on the sofa, i sat on the sofa and told me that yesterday night she roamed all the nights and enjoyed a lot as a man. She kept cap so nobody recognized her that she is a woman and she want this life from know, so she came in excitement to take my offer. Then she saw me and played with me.I was totally relieved after listening to her and she said sorry for behaving with me like that to know my secret she said she acted like that. I said kiran today i am not going to office if you are interested i will make you from today she said i am already man. then i cutted her hair and gave her nice manly look, she got ready i called one of my friends she is looking for adopting a boy and i took her kiran to their.
Me and kiran went to my friend meena's house, kiran was shocked seeing meena's beauty at that age how she is maintaining her beauty we both discussed privately me and meena and i told everything about kiran and meena agreed to adopt kiran as her son. Kiran and meena hugged each other and meena showed kiran his room and came to me.
Priya (Monday, 28 August 2023 12:50)
Sneha superb...... Waiting for next parts......
Ranjini (Tuesday, 29 August 2023 03:06)
sneha please continue your story superb
Nina (Tuesday, 29 August 2023 10:40)
https://youtu.be/E9-K8s1jano?feature=shared
Ramya (Wednesday, 30 August 2023 09:44)
Sneha please give update next part
Sneha (Wednesday, 30 August 2023 12:26)
Sitting
Meena Came to me after kiran went to his room, I said Meena you are looking like a bomb. Meena said thank you madhu recently i started taking foods with high estrogen content. That's why you are looking exactly like a middle aged women i said. Meena said you know my life dream to become mom and to raise a boy. Yeah i know dear that's why i brought you a good boy meena said thank you.
After a while said madhu who is this guy and i told you i want to raise a F2M boy because nobody supported me so i want to support one person who is facing issues with society. I said that boy is my maid immediately meena said your maid no way both of you get out of my house. I said calm down meena please listen to me let me explain in detail. First you wish to be a mom as a mother you shouldn't show any difference due to her past life. Meena said but he grown up in slums i said he will learn everything he got a great mother. Meena said thank you i will take care of my son.
Meena asked me what about her age, I again got struck and said he is elder than you. What she exclaimed in a shock how can i will become mother for him who is elder than me. I said you want to raise teenage he has all the energy of teenage guy and want to do everything that teenage boy wants to do. meena said i doubt i told to call him and ask. Meena immediately called kiran, Kiran came wearing sleeveless t-shirt and short i just gave naughty look to meena.
Kiran: Yeah mom what happened
Madhu: Nothing dear mom want to understand you better so she just want to know your likes and dislikes
Kiran: I want to complete bachelors, Bike driving and girl friends after all that i will get a good job and i will take care of my mom for my whole life saying that kiran hugged meena from side
Meena: said Thank you very much dear and kissed on kiran cheeks
Madhu: after job you don't bring any daughter in law
Kiran: Why only daughter in law, she will get grand kids too
Madhu: oho very nice will you take care of your mom like this whole life
kiran: yes uncle not only me my wife and my kids also will respect her same like me
Meena hugged kiran tightly and they both become some emotional, after some time they recollected they conscious and meena told kiran to go and take some rest. After kiran left meena said madhu i don't know you have a such progressive thinking and with your views you changed me a lot. Let me tell you one thing one billionarie lady who lost her whole family once she asked me to adopt her as my son.
I said ok very sad you should have adopted her. Meena said will you be her mom
Priya (Wednesday, 30 August 2023 13:51)
Sneha awesome I expected madhu will be daughter in law for meena.....
vidya cd (Thursday, 31 August 2023 02:17)
https://vidhyastories.blogspot.com/
hii frnds my new cd story. Im sarted to write pls support me and comment your reviews
Aji (Thursday, 31 August 2023 02:19)
Any updates on IG CELEBRITY aditi kutty... Your fan is still waiting for the story.........
kashmira sen (Thursday, 31 August 2023 13:11)
sneha the queen is back
please do continue
Shriya (Saturday, 02 September 2023 12:47)
Sneha complete your story
shyam (Saturday, 02 September 2023 23:02)
sneha your story is good please continue and confused about meena is she trans or cd character
Shruti (Sunday, 03 September 2023 08:03)
Hello all i have theme can anyone elaborate the story based on it ?
( Faceapp made him model, serial actress, daughter in law, finally mother) total feminization experiencing womanhood. A secret crossdresser trys Faceapp changed his gender and he looks gorgeous in that pic. He bacame so excited so that he tried various stills one of the still which is south indian bridal look. By mistake it went viral among ad agencies and producers so that they want him as leading actress at anycost. Like this can any one write the story.
Rohan (Sunday, 03 September 2023 11:33)
Sneha looks like you're creating a very creative story write more
Shilpa (Sunday, 03 September 2023 22:42)
Hi IAM Shilpa sneha your story is very nice i want to read more plz continue
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 03:39)
Starting a new story
Please share your comments - butterfly359@protonmail.com
Part 1:
Karthik, a first-year engineering student and a diligent colleague, embarked on a solo journey to attend his cousin's wedding in India. Although his family had already arrived, he chose to make the journey separately. Settling into his train compartment, Karthik stashed his suitcase and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Part 2:
During the night, as the train rattled along, Karthik was roused from his slumber by the arrival of a Punjabi family boarding the train. Observing them briefly, he paid them little mind and resumed his sleep. The morning sun found him awakening, and he gathered his belongings to continue his journey to his cousin's wedding.
Part 3:
Upon reaching the hotel, Karthik reunited with his mother and sister. Deciding to freshen up before the festivities, he took a bath and prepared to dress for the occasion. However, when he opened his suitcase, confusion washed over him. Instead of his clothes, the suitcase held traditional Indian women's attire: Lehenga Choli, Saree, and even undergarments. Reminders of the family from the train stirred his perplexity. With time running short and shops still closed at 6 in the morning, Karthik was left in a truly baffling situation.
Part 4:
Seeking guidance, Karthik called his mother and sister to explain the unexpected swap. As they arrived and saw the contents of the suitcase, laughter filled the room. His sister playfully remarked that the dresses were exquisite and teased him about his potential new college wardrobe. His mother joined in the jesting, claiming she had her suspicions all along. Karthik then recounted the events that led to this wardrobe mix-up.
Part 5:
With no immediate solutions, his mother proposed an unconventional idea—trying on the outfit. Initially resistant, Karthik was persuaded to attempt wearing one of the traditional dresses. As he donned the attire meant for women, a mix of amusement and awkwardness filled the room.
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 03:41)
Part 6:
To everyone's surprise, the dress fit Karthik perfectly, eliciting admiration from his mother and sister. Impressed by how well he carried the outfit, they exchanged knowing glances and invited him to their room. Curious yet uncertain, Karthik complied. In their room, he was seated at the dressing table and instructed to keep his eyes tightly shut. As he did, he felt the gentle touch of a brush, the scent of strawberry lipstick, and the fragrance of foundation, which lulled him into a half-asleep state.
Part 7:
When the makeover was complete, Karthik's sister woke him up and instructed him to insert his hand into one of the sleeves. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he opened his eyes to find a stunning reflection staring back at him, mirroring his movements. He realized the lehenga had been draped incompletely. His sister reassured him that a few finishing touches remained.
Part 8:
Then, from the suitcase, his mother retrieved a bra and encouraged him to wear it. Karthik hesitated, but his mother explained that it was essential for the dress to fit properly. With some persuasion, he slid his arms through the straps. His sister tightened them at the back, ensuring a snug fit. Noting that the cups were empty, she innovatively filled two water-filled balloons and placed them in the cups, adding weight and shifting balance for a more authentic appearance.
Part 9:
With the foundation in place, they guided him into wearing the lehenga. Though it posed a bit of a challenge, they managed to get him dressed. When Karthik looked into the mirror, he was taken aback by the transformation. The lehenga, the makeup, and the bra all combined to create an unexpectedly striking image.
Part 10:
Karthik's mother gently combed his short hair, while his sister playfully commented that he was no longer Karthik but Karthika. His reflection looked back at him, capturing a side of himself he had never seen before. As the hours ticked closer to the wedding, Karthik embraced this unique experience, embodying Karthika with newfound confidence and a touch of adventure.
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 04:15)
Updated and images added
Part 6:
To everyone's surprise, the dress fit Karthik perfectly, eliciting admiration from his mother and sister. Impressed by how well he carried the outfit, they exchanged knowing glances and invited him to their room. Curious yet uncertain, Karthik complied. In their room, he was seated at the dressing table and instructed to keep his eyes tightly shut. As he did, he felt the gentle touch of a brush, each stroke like a soft whisper, the scent of strawberry lipstick wafting through the air, and the delicate fragrance of foundation that seemed to transport him into a world of transformation and enchantment.
Part 7:
When the makeover was complete, Karthik's sister woke him up and instructed him to insert his hand into one of the sleeves. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he opened his eyes to find a stunning reflection staring back at him, mirroring his movements. He realized the lehenga had been draped incompletely, and yet the glimpse of his own reflection made him appear as if he were part of a fairy tale. https://imagevault.cloud/JR7BTJ
Part 8:
Then, from the suitcase, his mother retrieved a bra that seemed far more intricate than he had ever imagined. The cups were empty, and his sister, with a creative glint in her eye, suggested a way to make it look more authentic. She produced two water-filled balloons, explaining that they would add the necessary weight and shape to the bra, creating a more natural silhouette beneath the lehenga. As he held the balloons, feeling their weight and coolness, he marveled at the ingenuity that had gone into this unconventional solution.
Part 9:
With the foundation in place and the bra enhancing the feminine contours, they guided him into wearing the lehenga. Though it posed a bit of a challenge, they managed to get him dressed. When Karthik looked into the mirror, he was taken aback by the transformation. The lehenga, the makeup, and the cleverly stuffed bra all combined to create an unexpectedly stunning image.
https://imagevault.cloud/TGFO5Y
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 04:17)
Part 10:
Karthik's mother gently combed his short hair, while his sister playfully commented that he was no longer Karthik but Karthika. With a twinkle in her eye, she produced a pair of exquisite earrings that dangled delicately. As they were placed onto his ears, they caught the light, adding a glint of elegance to his transformed appearance.
Next, his sister brought forth anklets with tiny bells that emitted a melodious tinkling sound as he moved his feet. With every step, the soft chime seemed to infuse his being with a sense of grace and allure, as if he were dancing to an ethereal rhythm.
She adorned his wrists with bangles that jingled and chimed with every gesture, creating a symphony of sounds that celebrated the embrace of his newfound femininity. Each movement resonated like a sweet melody, a tribute to the transformation he had willingly undertaken.
A delicate necklace was placed around his neck, its pendant nestled against his collarbones. Its presence added an air of sophistication and beauty, accentuating his neck and drawing attention to his transformed form.
As a ring slipped onto his finger, it was as if a final touch of femininity was added to his ensemble. The sensation of the ring encircling his finger symbolized the completion of his metamorphosis, an affirmation of the beauty he had become.
With a careful brush, his sister applied nail polish to his fingertips, each stroke enhancing the delicate allure of his hands. The vibrant color added a playful touch, a testament to the intricacies that could be explored within this journey.
Lastly, he was presented with a pair of high-heeled slippers. As he slid his feet into them, he realized the challenge that lay ahead. Walking in heels was an art he hadn't yet mastered. With every step, he wobbled slightly, teetering and giggling as he held onto his sister's arm for support.
As he stood in front of the mirror, Karthika's reflection stared back, a harmonious blend of tradition, creativity, and his own essence. The transformation was complete, and he was ready to step into the wedding festivities with newfound confidence, embracing the world as both Karthik and Karthika, a testament to the power of a journey undertaken with an open heart and a spirit of adventure.
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 04:18)
Part 11:
As Karthika stood before the mirror, her reflection painted a picture of intricate beauty and transformation. Every detail meticulously crafted had come together to create an astonishing image. The earrings that gently swayed seemed to whisper secrets of femininity into her ears, inviting her to embrace this new chapter. The anklets, with their delicate bells, made her every step resonate with a melody of grace, and she found herself unconsciously moving to the rhythm of her own transformation.
The bangles that adorned her wrists were not just accessories; they were a chorus of celebration, each jingle an affirmation of her courage to explore uncharted territories. The necklace lay gracefully against her collarbones, an emblem of her journey, both inward and outward.
With the ring gracing her finger, Karthika marveled at how such a small detail could hold so much significance. It was a reminder that her journey was one of empowerment, a testament to her willingness to step beyond the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary.
Applying the nail polish to her fingertips added a touch of whimsy, each stroke symbolizing a brushstroke of her own self-expression. And then there were the high-heeled slippers. As she slid her feet into them, she felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The added height shifted her perspective, making her view of the world subtly different. Though her steps were initially uncertain, she soon found herself adjusting, a metaphor for the broader adjustments she was making in embracing her new identity.
The bra, with its water-filled balloons, felt surprisingly natural against her chest. The weight and form added by the balloons felt like a unique form of support, a reminder that even the smallest of details could contribute to a sense of authenticity. As the bra's straps were secured at the back, she felt an odd blend of vulnerability and strength, a realization that femininity wasn't about conforming but about embracing diverse expressions of self.
Looking at her own reflection, Karthika felt a surge of emotions. There was the surprise of discovering beauty in a way she hadn't before. There was the excitement of stepping into a role that was both novel and empowering. But above all, there was a sense of liberation—a realization that clothing and appearance were not confined to gender norms, but were rather a canvas for self-expression, a celebration of identity in all its facets.
The mirror didn't just reflect her outward appearance; it echoed the narrative of her own bravery, a story of acceptance and the courage to redefine boundaries. As Karthika stood there, she saw not just the reflection of a person in a lehenga and makeup, but the reflection of her own transformative journey—an adventure that had transcended societal expectations and embraced the freedom to explore, to evolve, and to be unapologetically herself.
With a newfound understanding and a heart full of gratitude, Karthika was ready to step into the wedding festivities, not as someone different, but as an embodiment of the beauty that lies in authenticity and the power that comes from embracing every aspect of who she was becoming.
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 04:21)
Part 12:
As Karthika and her family made their way to the wedding venue, she was acutely aware of the world around her. Stepping out of the cab, she felt a curious mix of excitement and vulnerability. The lehenga rustled softly around her, the jewelry glinted in the sunlight, and every step she took seemed to resonate with a newfound confidence.
However, it was the bra with the water-filled balloons that brought an unexpected dimension to her experience. As she walked, the balloons shifted and swayed, a subtle yet visible movement that couldn't escape anyone's notice. She felt the weight and the gentle motion against her chest, a reminder of the unconventional journey she had embarked upon.
Passersby couldn't help but sneak glances, their curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar yet captivating sight. The feminine curves created by the balloons seemed to capture their attention, and Karthika found herself at the center of a silent yet potent fascination.
Entering the grand wedding hall, the attention only seemed to intensify. Whispers fluttered through the air like confetti, a testament to the impact her presence was making. As they approached, a waiter offered her a glass of refreshments, addressing her as "mam." The words hung in the air, a startling recognition of her transformed appearance.
For a moment, Karthika was taken aback, her heart racing as the reality of the situation settled in. The waiter's respectful address echoed like a chorus, affirming the completeness of her transformation. She exchanged a glance with her family, who beamed with pride at her courage.
Taking the glass with a steadying hand, she sipped the refreshments, the cool liquid soothing her nerves. As she moved through the hall, the sound of her anklets, the gentle sway of her dress, and the soft chime of her bangles seemed to create a symphony that resonated with her very essence.
In this moment, amidst the curious gazes and the gentle whispers, Karthika understood that her journey was not just a personal transformation, but a story that had the power to inspire others to embrace their own authenticity. She held her head high, stepping into the wedding festivities with a newfound grace, elegance, and a heart brimming with the exhilaration of the unknown.
Aanya (Monday, 04 September 2023 04:23)
Part 13:
As they entered the wedding hall, Karthika took careful, small steps, navigating the unfamiliar territory of high heels. Her movements were deliberate, a dance of both elegance and caution, as she didn't want to risk tripping in her new heels. Simultaneously, she was aware of the curious gazes around her, and she was determined to maintain her composure and ensure no one discovered the truth beneath her attire.
They made their way to the center of the hall, where a photographer's attentive eyes seemed to lock onto her. The camera shifted in her direction, capturing candid moments that held a blend of enchantment and authenticity. Karthika felt a sudden flush of shyness rise within her as she realized she was the subject of the lens. Her cheeks tinged pink, a silent testament to the mix of vulnerability and exhilaration she was experiencing.
Continuing onward, they found a seat amidst the lively ambiance of the wedding. Karthika allowed herself to relax a bit, feeling the cushioned seat beneath her as a gentle reassurance. The initial excitement and attention were settling into a sense of being in the moment, where she could immerse herself in the celebration while still embodying the enchanting character she had become.
As the festivities carried on, one of her aunts approached her sister with curiosity, a glint of recognition in her eyes. She inquired about Karthika, and her sister skillfully responded, introducing her as her cousin. The exchange passed smoothly, a testament to the camaraderie and support that existed within their family.
Karthika observed her sister's deftness and felt a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support she had received from her loved ones throughout this extraordinary journey. Sitting there, she realized that beyond the striking appearance and the playful transformation, it was the bonds of family and the courage to embrace authenticity that truly made her story shine.
And then came a moment that left Karthika momentarily stunned. Her aunt turned to her, complimenting her beauty, and with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "I will pray that you will get a caring and handsome husband." The words hung in the air, and Karthika's heart skipped a beat. Thoughts raced through her mind as she considered the implications of those words. "Do I really look like a bride?" she wondered, her mind drifting to an image of herself in bridal attire, sitting beside her cousin. The image made her feel a bit uncomfortable, and she snapped out of that imagination.
In that fleeting moment, she realized that her transformation had not only changed her appearance but had also altered the way others perceived her. It was a moment of revelation, a glimpse into the complexities of societal expectations and the power of self-expression. She smiled graciously at her aunt, thankful for the well-intentioned blessing, even as her own understanding of her identity continued to evolve.
Please share some ideas / comments about the story and how you would like to drive it.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
Shweta (Monday, 04 September 2023 06:23)
I want to read more and more sneha complete your story
Vasantha (Monday, 04 September 2023 09:52)
Anaya your story very super � pls continues pa make him flower super dress
Customer (Monday, 04 September 2023 13:01)
What happened �
Priya (Monday, 04 September 2023 13:50)
Sneha waiting for U r update
Abeena (Tuesday, 05 September 2023 00:32)
Oh, Aanya, the story is so beautiful. I really want to read more parts of this story. I am also a crossdresser, but I didn't get the chance to wear lehenga. But your story make me feel like I am Karthik. Pls write the remaining parts. All the best..
Aji (Tuesday, 05 September 2023 00:34)
IG celebrity, any update... ADITI...........
Sneha (Tuesday, 05 September 2023 09:11)
Sitting
I told meena to check with him for his interest now, Meena said his name is Likith a F2M CD and his age is around 45. I said ok check for his interest now then immediately took her phone and called to likith, Likith picked call on first ring and said hi meena how are you and meena replied i am fine what about you he said good and actually i was thinking to call you, meena why what happened any good news.
Likith: Nothing meena you know i lost my whole family now a days i am felling lonely
Meena: why don't marry someone to kill this loneliness
Likith: that's a very big step meena
Meena: Why so
Likith: you know all my life i served my life and they are not their now
Meena: Yeah likith i know about all but you can't stay like this forever you have to move on
Likith: Not only that meena you know about my interest
Meena: I din't get you can you bit specific
Likith: If i want to marry someone i can marry anyone in this world lot of single men but i am enjoying this life
Hearing to likith and meena conversation, i am feeling butterflies around my waist
Meena: Don't worry i understood today one guest will come to you
Likith: who is coming, can i trust who is coming
Meena: Don't worry speak off everything you want
Likith: ok i will wait for them, when can i expect that guest
Meena: in 2 hours person will be at your place and she disconnected the call
Meena said you understood naa go and get ready, So immediately i went meena's room but i didn't found anything interesting so i went to near by botque and brought one designer sari and went to my house to pick matching blouse
Shriya (Tuesday, 05 September 2023 09:22)
Sneha this one is very short atleast write one chapter
Sneha (Tuesday, 05 September 2023 12:35)
Sitting
Since it's getting late so i decided to get ready in my house, So i called meena to know about likith's location, she sent his location and contact number so immediately i saved his number and checked his whatsapp profile picture, but he didn't kept his picture. Then i told to myself that i met him in a short time, Then i went to bathroom and removed all the my clothes and started observing my whole i couldn't find any traces of hairs so i had a showers. I came out from bathroom by tieng towel from breast, since i tied towel from breast i started talking small steps so that the towel shouldn't fall, then i started adding small grace to that steps which has significance but i am enjoying. I came till my mirror and holded my towel and looked myself in the mirror and laughed but not loudly. I am thinking myself as a mad girl and started my dressing quickly i shifted to my bra, lingerie then started doing my hair after a while i dressed in the sari brought since i was meeting in the first time so i didn't applied any makeup just face powder and lipstick. After completion i have seen myself in the mirror, i can't say i am most beautiful girl but i made a good looking girl.
I went to my main door but i totally forget that i never went out side dressing like a woman and if someone sees like this they will make fun of me or they will black mail me taking my photographs. So i saw my car door which is exactly in front of my main door then i thought i can easily slip into the car without fear, but i want to open maingate which is far so i went to near by car and slowly kept my handbag and locked my main door and then i saw my neighbor aunty she is staying outside then i called to their landline she went inside to the pick phone with in a fraction of seconds i opened my gate and left from there.
I was really enjoyed this whole experience i kept google maps and reached likith's place the moment i entered this place, i felt pretty confident like i am the queen of the house. One old man opened the door i was confused meena said likith age is around 45 but he is looking more than sixty. I immediately messaged meena to send the likith pic she asked me why you are already there at his place, i said to recongise him before meena replied i heard a strong foot sound from back side i turned to my back and looking the person coming down stairs keeping his one hand in the pant pocket with a glowing face full of smile, he is looking like a prince charming he is fit and good dressing style. Message came from me the charming personality is likith.
Likith said hi aunty, i was confused and said i am meena's friend madhu.He said ok madhu come and sit. We both sat and he offered tea or coffee i said tea he sat comfortable on sofa keeping his one leg over another leg. I sat decently like a girl without spreading legs or hands, old man gave us tea and left from their.
Likith: I am very dominating personality and i am looking for a person who always loves me and cares for me.
Me: wow very nice
Likith: stretching arms said my body aching like a hell due to my business trips
I immediately stood up and started massaging his arms, back, he said wow i am just excepting this kind of love, i slowly felt shy so i kept my head down and smiling with out showing my face and seems to be likith is doing gym from so many days i can sense his arm strength in which i want squeeze. Then likith said till know nobody pressed my legs then i shifted at his legs and pressing his legs, the moment i touched his legs then only i felt my whole life will be at this feet only.
Likith messaged to meena that he didn't liked me
Please post your comments
Priya (Tuesday, 05 September 2023)
Nice sneha...... Waiting for the next twist......
Shriya (Wednesday, 06 September 2023 09:19)
I know you're writing some Cool chapter keep it up
Priya (Wednesday, 06 September 2023 12:37)
Sneha waiting
radhika (Wednesday, 06 September 2023 14:01)
Must watch movie
Movie Name "BORN TO BE HUMAN"
Part 1: https://youtu.be/fn0xAPiT5gw?si=t2KoQdyWWjhkwY8L
Part 2: https://youtu.be/9OSBySiyi4c?si=6QTsyg1AN3Llhmfa
Aanya (Thursday, 07 September 2023 04:00)
Part 14:
Amidst the lively wedding festivities, a small girl with bright eyes and a radiant smile approached Karthika. In her tiny hand, she held a vibrant yellow flower, a symbol of innocence and purity. With an act of kindness, Karthika accepted the flower and said, "Thanks, kutty." The little girl beamed and replied, "Welcome, akka."
The word "akka" resonated within Karthika, affirming her identity in that moment. It was a simple exchange, yet it held a profound significance. She felt a connection with the child, a shared understanding that transcended appearances.
The flower the girl had given had a remarkably strong fragrance. When Karthika held it, her mother, who had been observing the interaction, gently took it from her hand and pinned it on her head. The sharp, quick pinch of the hairpin against her scalp was a stark reminder of her physical presence in the midst of this enchanting transformation.
As the intoxicating fragrance of the flower enveloped her, Karthika's senses became overwhelmed. The scent grew stronger and stronger, and she found herself losing focus, disconnected from the reality that surrounded her. The world seemed to spin, and she became fussy and disoriented.
Suddenly, her sister appeared, gently shaking her awake from the trance of the intoxicating scent. She asked Karthika to accompany her to the washroom. In her intoxicated state, Karthika walked behind her sister, her steps unsteady, and her balance compromised.
As she followed her sister, she momentarily forgot her appearance. She didn't realize that she was dressed as an enchanting woman in traditional attire, a vision that captivated the eyes of those around her. In her altered state of consciousness, she ambled along, unaware of the admiring glances she was attracting.
One man, with a whispered comment to his friend, couldn't contain his awe. "What a bombshell," he remarked, the words leaving a trail of intrigue and admiration as they echoed in the bustling wedding hall.
Please share your comments.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
Nina (Thursday, 07 September 2023 11:17)
https://youtu.be/YFqzO7GgIWE?si=FZWsaZvjyyKjYls_
Siss (Friday, 08 September 2023 01:34)
movies which female wear lungi and shirt
Nina (Saturday, 09 September 2023 11:02)
https://youtu.be/tdjgYvwyFiI?feature=shared
Unknown (Saturday, 09 September 2023 21:17)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-bet-that-changed-my-life-4.html
Aanya (Sunday, 10 September 2023 04:20)
Part 15:
Karthika, still under the intoxicating influence of the fragrant flower, approached the restroom. Her senses swirled with a dizzying blend of sensations—the softness of her dress, the delicate weight of the earrings, the sweet pull of the necklace against her skin, the sensation of water-filled balloons in her bra, the jingling sound of her bangles, and the persistent pinch of the high heels on her feet. The makeup on her face, the moisture of the lipstick, and the swaying of her long hair all contributed to a surreal experience.
However, as she stood before the restroom doors, a sudden wave of confusion washed over her. She stared at the door signs, one marked "male" and the other "female." The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning—she was a male dressed in female attire.
As she hesitated, a young man emerged from the men's restroom and noticed her standing there, bewildered. Her cheeks flushed red as she struggled to regain control of her thoughts, but the intoxication from the flower's fragrance still clouded her mind.
In that disoriented moment, her sister appeared, pulling her into the women's restroom with determination. She questioned Karthika, "What are you doing? You are a woman. Wait here; I'll be back." Her sister disappeared into one of the stalls.
Karthika was left alone, staring at her own reflection in the restroom mirror. In her altered state, she found herself admiring her own appearance—the tender face adorned with makeup, the weight of the earrings swaying gently, the sensation of the necklace brushing her neck, the softness of the water-filled balloons nestled inside her bra, the musical sound of her bangles, the cool air caressing her hips, the weight of the dress, and the persistent pinch of the high heels.
Suddenly, her sister's voice broke through the fog of intoxication. Karthika felt as though she were entering a hypnotic trance, each word spoken by her sister forming a new layer of reality.
"Listen now," her sister began, her voice both soothing and authoritative. "You are not a man; you are a woman. You have breasts, full and mature, size 36. You have long hair adorned with flowers. Your masculinity has dissolved entirely, and in its place, you are a woman—a stunning one. To men, you are a bomb, an irresistible force."
As her sister continued, each word felt like a revelation, etching a new reality into Karthika's consciousness. She heard herself being told that she had an hourglass figure, a visible navel, and the body of a woman ripe for marriage.
Her sister's words seemed to penetrate her very soul, sinking into her altered state of mind. In that moment, the boundaries of identity blurred further, and Karthika, now fully immersed in this hypnotic trance, began to accept this new reality—a reality where she was not just Karthik in a dress but Karthika, a woman of undeniable allure and grace.
The fragrance of the flower continued to swirl around her, the bathroom mirror reflecting a figure that was no longer a mere disguise but a profound transformation, a manifestation of the power of belief, and the extraordinary journey of self-discovery and acceptance.
Aanya (Sunday, 10 September 2023 04:22)
Lemme know you comments, if you don't find the story interesting will stop.
butterfly359@protonmail.com
Nidhi (Sunday, 10 September 2023 09:43)
Didn't know why but the frequency and quality of stories reduced in last couple of months I don't know I have last read a great complete story in one sitting
Some writer started well but all good stories are left in between without ending and due to long wait we didn't injoy any story with that full capacity
Come back 2 (Monday, 11 September 2023 13:35)
Greetings to the year 3050, society has completely become tolerant of modern social norms. There is no difference between genders. Any human by birth be of any gender but can adopt any gender during any part of their life. The process of gender identity at any point of age has become easier. People now choose to be ladies in old age rather than be lads. They prefer to have breasts and pussy, long hair and smooth skin. Elder family members are usually all ladies like dada ji and dadi both are old ladies with dadaji being the head of the family. This trend starts between the early 40 to mid 50's. Modern men are similar to modern ladies. Some men are having long hair in their early ages with medium size breasts. Girls prefer boys to have breasts and long hair. As it gives them a feel of a person or partner of similarity who can be a good friend, as well as a caring and helping husband. World has turned more green people stopped deforestation and cleaning pure natural sources of fresh water. Industries have reduced as the demand rate was kept in control. People started leaving in big joint families sharing work and being respectful to each other. Aged people like males after sex change were given the same status in their family as it was earlier. The birth rate was controlled so that overpopulation and unnecessary high-demand rates are kept in control. People are given choices to either marry and build the next generation or can adopt any sex and help in nature and nation-building tasks. Few good DNA lines are kept conserved so that the world is never deprived of good and appropriate decision-makers. Most of the nations made it free for humans to travel, migrate and develop. Nations maintain a peacekeeping army. The police force is used to keep society in order as there were very few unlawful activities.
Come back 2 (Tuesday, 12 September 2023 03:56)
Surrogate motherhood has developed like a profession. As both converted men and women lend their wombs. Single mothers or fathers can adopt a child from these surrogacy centres and raise them. Peoples who can adopt a child has to fulfil certain conditions 1. Must have a well-to-do job, 2. Lives in a joint family 3. They have to take an aptitude test and a psychometry test. The names are then short-listed and the test is conducted once a year. Single fathers need to have breasts and long hair. So that they can breastfeed and look more motherly. They should wear formal dress always and should be soft. Need to have all working skills at home. So that the child has an overall development when raised by a single father. Single mothers are a rare phenomenon but they should have all the above skills as well as they should be able to do hard jobs. They should abstain from all types of intoxication habits. Now the rivers are clear forests are green not much black smoke everywhere. People respect elders and each other. No rape cases or violence. Men and women look similar and share good times. My story starts on this platform. The two families let the titles be like Sona and Purvi.
Sona and the Purvi both live in a joint family in the same locality.
Come back 2 (Tuesday, 12 September 2023 03:59)
You will get everything for sure just like my previous epic story... Please read it in year 2019- 2020
Where I have introduced a new concept in CD and TG story
Come back 2 (Tuesday, 12 September 2023 04:01)
The head of the Sona family is Mr Kush a good-looking decent transwoman of age 65 years. Married to Sita his wife. Men even after sex change need not reidentify themselves and as they are always addressed as he or him or boy or man or sir or as Shri. Like Mr Kush. He has two younger brothers out of which one is a single father and the other one has a family. Kush his brother Meghla and Ritom. Kush and Sita look identical same height, have ample amount of breasts, long straight hair, a good soft voice and a decent nature. Meghla like his brother has similar features as he is a single father and it is very respective for the family. Ritom on the other hand is a bit manly with long hair but has smooth skin and is the money maker. Kush had retired and now he is associated with an infant raising center. Meghla also retired and now he is an infant breast milk feeder in the same centre. The wives of the two brothers are homemakers. Kush has a son, Meghla has a daughter and Ritom has a son and a daughter. Kush's son is a househusband his name is Mitali and his wife is Mita. Meghla's daughter was Smita similar to her single father. She also wants to be a single mother. Ritom's son Porna and daughter Sristi are identical twins. At home, everybody has butt-length hair and Kush his wife and son Meghla and his daughter and Ritom's wife and children all have adequate size breasts.
Anamikaa (Wednesday, 13 September 2023 19:07)
@Comeback 2
Please read it in year 2019- 2020 Where I have introduced a new concept in CD and TG story - Under what name / title ? Give the starting post number.
Unknown (Wednesday, 13 September 2023 21:22)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-bet-that-changed-my-life-6.html
Pls give suggestions in the comments
Check this out (Thursday, 14 September 2023)
funstories20.blogspot.com
NEW STORIES POSTED
Thankyou
Please continue same. we all are waiting
Rohini (Thursday, 14 September 2023 05:26)
Continue from 645
Rohan to Rohini
Then I was seeing her as I was not able to control myself then I made him sit on my lap and started to kiss him and she started to stop me but I started to play with her bangles and took Her to the bed and took control over him. Started to eat her lipstick and she started to behave like a female which I liked it and was covering her breast but I removed her chunri and her suit she was in her bra and panty then I started to suck his soft nipples now he started to morn which I liked it. Then i made him sleep with me in bra and panty with all the jewellery. Next morning i woke her up and told her to make breakfast in same attire.once rohini had made breakfast. then i started my preparations and on time i got my packages one was the breast form and the other for was a hair extension wig which i had ordered from one of the sellers. then i took him to bathroom and using a body hair removal spray which i had bought from USA last year removed his body hair which were very less and then shaved his private parts. he tried to stop me but i gave him a warning then he kept quiet and coordinated the same. then once it was done i gave him moisturiser to apply and come meanwhile i was busy with selecting a saree, carefully considering the colors and designs that would complement Rohinis transformed appearance. As i wanted everything to be just right, paying attention to every detail. Rohini came from the bathroom, with his body now smooth and hairless.
Rohini (Thursday, 14 September 2023 05:46)
I was in cloud nine to see my husband in this new avatar. then i opened the two boxes started with the breast form and got it fixed as rohini was scared i told him dont worry we can remove it anytime for that you need to cooperate for same. then with smile on my face, i held up pink bra and matching panty set. and told rohini to wear this and then i hooked the bra and then he wore the panty. OMG i couldnt control myself seeing her breast i couldnt control myself but somehow i managed to keep myself calm and quiet. then i handed a petticoat, encouraging him to wear it.
once he wore then I tied it tighter. he complaint for same i said common you will get use to it. then i handed him a blouse with a pink color the blouse fit him remarkably well. then i guided him to sit in front of the dressing mirror, started by applying a light foundation, carefully blending it into his skin to create a smooth and even complexion. Then selected earthy tones for the eyeshadow then a mascara finally with a red lipstick. then i changed his nail polish color with a pink one. then added a small round bindi, Then i started with the saree which i had selected. Rohini didnt wanted to wear saree as she wanted to wear dress i said common as its sunday you will wear saree it should be followed strictly then i started to drape the saree i carefully tucked the pleats, making sure they fell gracefully over Rohini shoulder. Then i told him i never thought i will make my husband wear a saree. But today, the opposite is happening here. Then i added the hair extension and braided his hairs. Anita took hold of the pallu the loose end of the sareeand draped it gently over Rohini head.
Rohini (Thursday, 14 September 2023 06:00)
Now here my favourite thing comes i started with the pink colour bangles matching to her saree with 12 in each hand and then the anklets and a small necklace to it. Then with a clip on earrings and finally i transferred my Mangal sutra to rohini. then i informed him not only do you get to wear this beautiful saree, but you also have the duty of taking care of the house. But today is your first day in saree you can play with it and make sure the pallu doesnt come down so i will assist you with cooking.so finally we had our lunch then i took a bath and wore a tshirt and track pant. so rohini was cleaning the vessels and had cleaned the rooms. Roshini found herself seated beside me, ready to embark on a new experience watching television serials. It was a realm he had never was into before, considering it was often associated with women. so finally she slept on my shoulder holding the pallu which i felt very relaxing seeing my husband like a house wife. So we slept for some time hugging each other on the sofa itself it was a nice experience and moments we were having. Then rohini woke up and made the tea and served me. Then she told can i change to a dress or a nighty as im unable to manage saree. I gave a smile and told her that i will be changing her time table on weekdays it will be a dress and on weekends she can wear saree and of course at night a nighty with a dupatta and jewellery.
Rohini (Thursday, 14 September 2023 06:22)
Hello everyone
I just got some time of my busy schedule. I will start writing more stories so any one has a topic can share on same comments field. Will continue the story of Rohini and let me know if any one has some ideas i can add up here. By adding some more characters or topics.
Thankyou.
story idea for rohini (Thursday, 14 September 2023 12:32)
husband and wife realise after five years of marriage that they are not in the right gender. They both decide to swap genders. Husband's male friends become friends of wife who is now living as a man and vice versa. It will be great to see how the friends react to changes to the couple..
Geeta (Thursday, 14 September 2023 13:18)
Rohini please continue the story in same way add your mother so that she can make her daughter in law and teach cooking and rangoli.
Thank you
Rajshree (Thursday, 14 September 2023 23:45)
Hi Rohini Awesome thanks for continuing the story. Here are some writers who don't even end thr stories and we keep waiting for them. Start a new story with a forced feminization of husband or a sister forced unemployed brother to help in house hold chores and then dressing him in her clothes. Let it be a simple story.
Jyothi (Friday, 15 September 2023 02:01)
Please continue the story don't add the concept of Gay or maid it will be boring. Let it be simple.
Nina (Friday, 15 September 2023 09:49)
https://youtu.be/6TNw2eHlEfg?si=9yoNPG9B0wj7t1gH
Zara (Friday, 15 September 2023 16:12)
Story - Swapped for Life
Husband - Sunny
Wife- Rashmi
A newly married couple were living happily in Darjeeling. Sunny was 24 years old and has his own Factory where he manufactures Footballs and Rashmi was 22 years old housewife. Let me tell you about their figure.... Sunny was 5'4 with chubby personality, wide hips and hair upto his shoulders and Rashmi was 5'7 with great personality and zero size figure.
Both the husband and wife used to stay happy in their life. Going out on every weekends for a romantic date, were chilling and enjoying with their life. The life was going great for them
Sunny used to work very hard in factory but in recent times their business was getting down and they were facing many financial issues. With this Sunny was getting more and more depressed and one day he told to Rashmi that he can't handle this much stress and pressure but still Rashmi supported and consoled him that everything will be fine and gave him positive responses. After hearing this Sunny was bit okay and he again started handling his Business with high hopes but he was facing lot of issues and was getting more depressed day by day because his Business was not running properly. Rashmi after seeing his state suggested him to take a break from Business and let her take charge for a while. After giving a lot of thought Sunny was okay with this.
From next day on Rashmi woke up early in the morning prepared him breakfast, lunch and did all the household chores and went to Factory. As Sunny was not idle he just sat at home watching TV and movies. This continued for a few more days. Rashmi was getting busier day by day with Factory work and household chores, she was not getting any time for herself and on the other hand Sunny was Sleeping till 1 in the noon having his food with watching movies and he was chilling. After a some days Sunny saw how Rashmi was getting lot of difficulties in managing both Factory and Household chores so he decided to help her a bit by doing some chores. By hearing this Rashmi was relieved and happy. She gave him a list of chores like brooming the floor properly, washing utensils, Washing and folding laundry. Sunny hesitantly accepted. Next Morning Rashmi woke up early to get ready for office and she woke Sunny for his routine chores. After waking up Sunny started doing the chores and Rashmi was observing him and was giggling a bit. Sunny finished all the chores perfectly and examining his work Rashmi was very happy.
This continued for few weeks where Sunny was doing all household chores perfectly and Rashmi used to manage Business and cook lunch and dinner.
Zara (Friday, 15 September 2023 16:16)
Swapped for life 2
One fine day Sunny was sweeping the floor but his long hairs were troubling him a lot. He was stopping every time and fixing his hair and Rashmi was observing his difficulties and she suggested him to get a haircut or fix it properly. Sunny replied back saying he doesn't wants cut his shoulder length hair as he thinks he looks like a rockstar in it.
Rashmi nodded her head with very confusing looks and said him to come near her and sit in front of her. She said she will fix his hair.
Sunny- What do you want to do with my hair
Rashmi - just relax I will not cut it or anything
Sunny sat in front of Rashmi and Rashmi took a comb from drawer and was brushing his hair. Sunny was getting relaxed from brushing sensation and suddenly Rashmi grabbed all his hairs tied it with a hair tie. Sunny was feeling a bit of pain from all the pulling.
Rashmi - All done. Now your hairs won't trouble you and you can do your chores peacefully.
Sunny after touching his short pony tail ran in front of the mirror and saw his look. He was looking very different. A man with one ponytail and no facial hairs. He said he was looking odd.
Rashmi - Oh come on no one is seeing you anyways. It will keep your hair out of your eyes and you can do your chores easily. From here on daily you should get your done by me.
Sunny accepted her wish and started doing his daily chores.
Next day Sunny woke up early and took a bath, made breakfast for Rashmi and was waiting for her. She woke up and got ready had get breakfast and she saw Sunny came to her holding a comb. She understood and brushed his hair properly and made a single pony tail and she went to work.
This was going on for few days and then on weekend. Rashmi was brushing his hair and Sunny was very relaxed and then Rashmi instead of putting a single ponytail she parted his hair from the middle and made two sides. She took a pink hair tie and grabbed all hairs from left side and made a pony similarly on the right side. Later she inserted two Bobby pins from front. Sunny was half sleep and Rashmi said I'm done and when sunny came into his senses he felt weight on both sides of his head so he ran to look into mirror. Instead of seeing a single pony he saw himself with two pigtails and Bobby pins. He was very angry and he confronted Rashmi
Sunny - why did you put my hairs in two pigtails? I'm looking a girl.. now take it off
Rashmi - Relax no one is watching you except me and you look cute in two pigtails. Please for my sake just one day stay like this
Sunny accepted his fate and left those pigtails like that only. They had their dinner together and Rashmi was very happy seeing him in two pigtails. After many times Rashmi demanded sex and that night Sunny was very happy seeing Rashmi excited. On the bed Rashmi seeing sunny in two pigtails was dominating him and sunny stayed their submissive like a wife. Rashmi tore his clothes and started kissing him and made love.
Zara (Friday, 15 September 2023 16:22)
Swapped for life 3
Next day as usual Sunny woke up and took bath. He started to wear his regular clothes but it was fitting him perfectly. It was getting tight. So he told Rashmi to buy some new clothes. As his old clothes were not fitting him properly.
Rashmi - Sure we will go to shopping next week and will buy some trousers and tshirts until then why don't you wear my night dress...
Sunny- Are you mad? I don't want to wear woman's clothes. It looks bad
Rashmi- No one's gonna watch you and it will be very much comfortable while working.
Hesitantly sunny said ok
Rashmi took her pink color nighty from closet and gave it to him
Sunny took pink nighty from her and wore it from top. As the silk of the nighty was touching him. He was getting excited and his manhood got excited. Rashmi after seeing his excitement teased him a bit and later she made him wear two pig tails and told him to do his chores.
She handed him a parcel and told it was for him.
Sunny opened the parcel and there was many short and long skirts, different sleeveless tops and short girls dresses. He was shocked to see this and asked her why did bring all this.
Rashmi- Baby this is for you. You have been wearing those nighties for many days now. I want you to try different things as well. It would look cute on you and besides now that I'm not wearing this kind of clothes you can have have mine clothes also.
Sunny was amazed by her reaction and said why won't you wear those western dresses then
Rashmi - Baby look as I am handling the business so I have to assert my dominance stating I'm the boss and for that I can't wear this cute girly dresses and besides I have you right who can wear all this cute dresses and be like my cute pretty housewife
Sunny was amazed by her responses and from that on he accepted his new role as housewife. Daily he used to wear different types skirts and tops with pig tails. He started doing his own makeup from YouTube. He was accepting his new role as her housewife. One day Rashmi ordered a dildo from online and was waiting for the delivery.
The same day package arrived. He wanted to surprise Sunny with it.
Slowly Rashmi introduced Sunny to every kind of dresses like salwar kameez, half sarees and sarees. Now daily Sunny wakes up morning after bathing does his hairs in pigtails and wears sarees or salwar kameez and does all household chores. Rashmi was very happy seeing him like that.
Zara (Friday, 15 September 2023 16:26)
Swapped for life 4
This part is bit steamy.... Pardon me for my grammatical errors or anything.
Rashmi told sunny to wear her Marriage Saree to which Sunny agreed. Sunny took a bath wore bra with silicon in it panties and blouse and then he wore saree perfectly and did some make up, wore earings and nose rings, bangles and anklets. He was ready like a new bride and on the other hand Rashmi wore his Sherwani. She was looking like a groom. After seeing Rashmi he took the mangalsutra and tied him around his neck and filled his mang with sindoor. Sunny accepted Rashmi as his new husband.
Rashmi took him to the bedroom and removed his saree and petticoat and started kissing him. Sunny was very excited and he just stayed their laying on bed only in bra and panties now. Rashmi was kissing his neck and lips very thoroughly. Rashmi removed all her clothes and there was a strapon dil** attached to her. Sunny was shocked to see an artificial pen** on her. Rashmi told to suck his dic* to which sunny was very hesitant but slowly he bent down and kissed the tip of the dildo and he felt like rubber kind of thing. Rashmi was enjoying this a lot she kept his hand on his head forced the tip of the dildo in his throat. Now she was fucking his throat continuously. Sunny was sucking 7 inches dildo and was gagging continuously. She stops in between and kisses him again. She pulled her two pig tails hard and again started fucking his throat. After 10 mins she told him to turn around and be in doggy position.
Sunny was scared and excited and responded to her. He was now in doggy position waiting for Rashmi. Rashmi started licking his hole from behind and started fingering him. Sunny felt pain in his ass at first then he started enjoying. Rashmi then lubricated his hole and dildo and entered the tip with sheer force in his ass. Sunny shouted in pain and told her to slow down. Rashmi was not in a mood to listen him she started spanking him and slowly took the dick out of his ass and again entered. Sunny was trembling in pain, he was shouting with pain and pleasure. Slowly he got the hang of the movement and he Started moaning. Rashmi after hearing her moaning was fucking him very hard and he was all 7 inches of dildo in his ass. She was moving his hips very faster now and the dildo was coming out and entering at quick pace. Both were enjoying a lot. She told sunny to lie on his back and entered again. This time they were facing each other while Rashmi was fucking him in the ass. She was entering his hole with full throttle and Sunny was moaning in pleasure and pain. This continued for half an hour and without touching sunny also cummed and they slept.
Next morning Sunny woke up early and wore nighty. He was recalling the last night and was very shy. His whole body was paining like a new bride. He started making tea and then again from behind Rashmi started teasing with dildo and forced him bend down on his knees and told to suck. Sunny was enjoying this and he sucked the dildo for few mins and was very happy.
Sunny has accepted his new role as housewife and Rashmi becomes his husband. Daily sunny wears female clothes and Rashmi wears shirts and pants. They were happy in their own Life living peacefully.
Madhushree (Saturday, 16 September 2023 01:02)
Awesome story Zara wish you have added little force feminization and elaborated the story step by step. But it's was a nice simple story Thanks.
Sumeru (Saturday, 16 September 2023 09:52)
After long time I read some good stories here Rohini and Zara you both are Awesome. Please add some more stories. Rohini write on a lockdown story we're a brother is struck with his mother and two sisters and thy teach him cooking and then dress him up as a sister.
Rohini (Sunday, 17 September 2023 04:30)
Thank you everyone for thr comments surely will start the story soon . As per the topic received of lockdown were a brother is struck with his sisters and mother.
Rashi (Sunday, 17 September 2023 13:33)
@Rohini: Please don't add mother role. Just the sisters and brother please
Rakshitha (Sunday, 17 September 2023 23:20)
Waiting desperately for the story Rohini its a nice topic shared it's my favorite topic. Please start the story we all are waiting.
sakshi (Monday, 18 September 2023 06:03)
rohini pls write story for twin confusion in brother and sister.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 11:29)
It is Kush's daily ritual to get ready for his after the gender conversion. Their marriage was a modern custom but it follows both traditional and modern society. Kush is the feminized husband of Sita and was wearing a black see-through saree with a transparent blouse and a white floral-designed bra, his boobs were huge 38DD which were real and he got them via hormones and breast implants, that his wife asked him for when he applied for governmental gender conversion. He was wearing 3 sets of earrings, with the first being special which he loves and wears most of the time. The earrings in the first hole contained his balls, which were encased in a gold case. He wore a big red bindi and a big triangle of sindoor in his mang accentuated his married status. He had a huge decorated bun, with gajra in his hair, his hair was long, thick and real. Sometimes he styles it in two thick breads on both sides or sometimes he lets it loose. He keeps it loose when he wears one-piece or two-piece clothing. Sita always likes to play with Kush's open hair, and during sex, she uses it like a control as she pulls Kush with his hair and does whatever she wants. He wore 2 noserings both being pretty big, and were visible from a long distance. Usually when he does get ready for any occasion or on Sita's wish. He wore 2 sets of mangal sutra and other 2 necklaces. His hands were adorned with 12 bangles each and 3 rings in each hand. He also had a waist chain and 2 anklets. His saree was special, which showed his diamond-clad navel ring, Yes he had worn a special navel ring made from diamonds, and he was required to always show it. Sita came into her bedroom and saw Kush sitting on the dresser doing his makeup and waiting for her. She looked at her husband and was happy that he was dressed nicely and seductively. Kush on seeing Sita immediately bent and kissed her lips and said "Welcome my sweetheart." He stood up took her hand, asked her to sit down like a king on the king-size bed and went to the kitchen to bring her a glass of hot haldi milk with honey and kesher. He ran as fast as he could in 6-inch heels to the kitchen and came back with the glass. This shows how agile Kush is with all makeup, dress and saree.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 11:35)
Seeing this Sita came into the kitchen quickly drank the milk from Kush's hand and lifted him in her arms, to show that she was in a full mood after seeing him in this saree, makeup, hairstyle and grace. He slowly asked her not to do this now as their Son and DIL were there in the house. But she did not listen to him and even he could not make any noise as his son would come to know that his mother is fucking his father now. She took him in her strong arms into their master-size bedroom and threw him onto the bed. He then stood up from bed and pleaded her not fuck him now and he would surrender himself during the night's session when his DIL will go out for night shift work. But his wife Sita told him laughing “ Those night's any way you will be under my control and even now I want to enjoy you as u look so sexy which is impossible for me to control…come you fucking bitch…”.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 11:41)
Saying this she came towards Kush and kissed him on his back which is sexy and visible, and then she gradually came down and started kissing his navel, pressing the curves formed on his hips this is the first time she is kissing my navel as it is looking more sexy under his saree. Although he liked the way she kissed his navel, due to the increase in the mood he caught her hair and started caring for her like a man. Sita started opening Kush's blouse which was a little tight on his back and was painful to him. Slowly she removed the saree from his body and threw it on the floor. Kush ran back to take the saree and cover his body. But she pulled him from there threw him onto the bed and jumped on him. Now he could not move even an inch as she had more strength than him. Sita used to regularly go for extraneous physical jobs and weight lifting. She started placing her hands into my petticoat and removed his panty from inside, playing with his newly formed penis and pussy for some time. She got surprised that even he have started watering from my pussy like a penis. Sita asked Kush to turn backside and show his ass. Kush likes this very much as she will insert her fingers into his ass, so without a second thought Kush turned back and lifted his petticoat so that she can easily insert her fingers and make him feel satisfied. Sita applied some oil on my ass and this is not the first time she is applying the oil Kush was enjoying it as it makes his ass more smooth and silky. Then she started inserting something into his ass and Kush started shouting loud as it gave him pain and turned back to check what did she insert into his ass.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 12:03)
To his surprise, she opened a dildo from her pant zip. This shocked him the size is 8 very large inches and it cannot be inserted into his ass as he has a small hole in his ass. Sita with a cruel smile asked Kush to lick her dildo first so that he would understand the depth of the object and enjoy it. While Kush was sucking the dildo she opened his bra and started pressing his 38DD size boobs and big round nipples making it so red which made Kush cry like a female. Then she made him turn back and started inserting her penis into my ass-like vagina. He was getting tears from his eyes and he pleaded with her not to do that as it is very much painful for him. But after much struggle, she pushed the entire dildo into my ass which made Kush shout loud as if he was getting raped. For the first few pushes Kush was shouting as if his entir back is ripped of but later the pain got normal and pleasure stated yo built. Sita was pumping into Kush's ass to and fro and after 1 hour of long fucking she left him on the bed in an near unconsciously manner. This fucking gives him both pain and plasure and she left him in the bedroom and went back to the hall to watch TV as if she did not do anything.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 12:11)
Now Kush was only with the petticoat on his body and his bra, panty, blouse and saree were on the ground. He collected all his clothes and wore my bra and panty. But he was not able to wear his blouse as it had backside pins. So he thought to take help from his son to help him to wear the blouse and saree. But he was a bit hesitant that his son would ask him why he had opened his saree again although he would help him wear it. But Kush went towards his son's room but before that he went to the kitchen, covering his body with a blouse and saree. When he went into the kitchen he saw his son cleaning the utensils after their dinner on seeing Kush he laughed at him in a teasing manner. Kush understood that he may know what happened now. Then he immediately came towards him and asked him not to bring those clothes into the kitchen as they had to be washed with them. Then he told him why he came up to the kitchen as it would be difficult for him to walk during this time. Which made Kush feel embraced and asked his son to go back to the other bedroom she also came along with him to the bedroom to help him wear another saree.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 12:20)
During family get-togethers, Kudh often dresses in a one-piece dress showing his ample size breasts, and smooth skin and keeping his long thick hair free. It is a style and status symbol for men to show off their pleasure parts. Sometimes he used to compare his parts with his equivalent male counterparts present in the get-together. Kush liked his nipples very much and often took extra care to maintain them in pink colour. Of late he started learning dance and performing in the family get-together to entertain all. He is an ideal example of a family head. His wife fucks him daily as she knows her spouse's needs. Kush if he is not fucked properly can't sleep. So he especially makes himself look good so that his wife is pleased with his looks and fucks him properly from all angles. Sometimes he gets fucked by his DIL when his wife is not at home. On those days both father and son share the same bed. Kush enjoys getting fucked by Mita (DIL). But it's not a problem as it is an acceptable norm nowadays. Kush gets banged hard as Mita loves his FIL too much. She never let him complain neither Kush misses Sita in her absence. Kush and his son Mithali oils each other's breasts during their free time and also share their experiences. Daily Mithali must style Kush's long hair in a "Khope". Kush has a very nice boy pussy which is both loved by Sita and Mita. Every alternative day he performs for his wife and DIL. He even performs mujra for them and his son is allowed to rome naked on that occasion surving drinks and food.
Come back 2 (Monday, 18 September 2023 12:21)
More parts are coming soon please write your views...
Ruhii (Monday, 18 September 2023 22:51)
Waiting for more updates comeback, try to add some tattoos and piercings too
Priya (Monday, 18 September 2023)
Nice come back 2 waiting for more parts.......
Ramya (Monday, 18 September 2023 23:16)
Comeback 2 super. Please add daughter and son in law also
Come back 2 (Tuesday, 19 September 2023 05:28)
Mithali son of Kush. Mithali is a house husband, the second head of the family after Kush and even after marriage he lives at his home with his family. From the early days, he had a lot of feminine features. Like no body or facial hair growth or lump of meat around his chest similar to a woman's breast with a thick round ariola looking like "Gulab jamun". When he was born he was named Isith but later due to his feminine features, it was changed to Mithali. When Mithali grew up, Kush and Sita were confirmed about his feminity and they started raising him to become an ideal house husband. He studied social science and hospitality. Later his mother helped him to become a properly trained husband. He is well-versed in Home science and a graduate in Hospitality Management. Before marriage, he was associated with a well-known Group of hotels but after marriage due to Mita, he had to leave his job to become a full-time well-mannered wifey house husband. After when his father became transwoman he became more free. Sita loved to nourish her son. The first time after proper medication when Mithali started developing big, round, firm and well-sized breasts his mother was very happy. She used to take proper care of his breasts and never let them become loose. Mithali grew his hair long from a very early age and when Mita (Mithali's to-be wife or his present wife) came to see him he had butt-length thick long black hair styled nicely in open condition with garlands of white chamali hanging from the side clips to hold the open hair intact. Sita purposefully kept Mithai's hair open to show Mita's family his son's long black hair. She made Mithali wear a tight dress to show his ample size breasts and cleavage. Even Mithali and Mita were given a free space to talk Mita took out a nice come from her bag and started brushing her husband's long hair. As they were talking too deep at the end Mithali even showed Mita his bare breasts and small penis. Mita was so happy that she kissed Mithali everywhere and promised him that she would never leave him alone and provide him with all safety and security. After six months from that day, Mithali went with his "barath" to Mita's place Mita tied a mangal sutra around Mithali's nake and the rituals were carried out in full pomp and order. Mithali also wears a sindoor in Mita's name and after marriage, he was made to assume the role of a wifey househusband. But as per ritual, Mita has to leave her place and stay in her In-law's house. Mithali's makeup, dressing and hairstyle were done by Kush or Sita regularly. Daily Mithali had to look good so that Mita was entertained by his looks. During the night he wears a transparent night to keep his hair open. Mita daily comes his long hair and at that moment he had to remain fully naked with a quality amount of jewellery. Then she touches his whole body with his bare hands and tongue. Often she sucks his big round nipples and small penis. Mithali keeps his body clean, and well saved and he loves to get this specific attention from his wife. Letter depending on her mood she puts on different sizes of dildoes and fucks his sexy husband for at least an hour. Mithali makes a lot of noise during this session of fucking and that gives his wife a different level of satisfaction. He knows it very well and he diligently satisfies his wife. Only once it came to a halt when one day he saw his dad on the same bed with him in the same condition and from that day an untold competition started between them. In the end, every day he sucks his wife's pussy to satisfy her and drinks the nectar that is ejected from her pussy. He doesn't share a single drop of the nectar with anybody.
Come back 2 (Tuesday, 19 September 2023 06:32)
Sometimes during any festival or on their marriage anniversary, Mithali is dressed up by Kush and Sita. His hair was already long as it was customary for men to keep long hair tied in cloth like a turban. There was no turban for him on those days. Instead, his parents did a centre partition on his hair and brushed it back to reveal their full length. Then they pulled the hair tight together in a bun and secured it with lots of bobby pins. It felt so nice to see Mitali's long hair like that in a big bun. Dreamily he touched the bun with his fingers and it felt so feminine. Mithali's attention goes to the table in front of him and he saw loads of gajra on it. He loves to attach gujra to his bun. His parents picked up the long gajra strand and giggled as they came behind him to decorate his big hair bun with it. They inserted one end of the gajra in my bun and started rolling it over the bun. Slowly they covered the entire bun with gajra and secured it with pins. Mitali's fingers involuntarily reached behind his ears and felt his bun which felt even bigger now with the flowers. The sweet smell of gajra filled the entire room and overpowered everything. The reflection of himself in full makeup and jewellery touching his gajra with his fingers delicately - oh he looked like the epitome of feminity and that makes both Mithali and Mita happy. Next, Sita secured a big maangtika on his son's forehead. It had jewels that matched the nath. The makeup was retouched an extra load of lip gloss was added to his lips, They pulled the ghunghat that was pinned on his shoulders while he got ready and brought it down over his face. Mitali saw himself, as a woman decked in lehenga choli, ghunghat or saree and pallu over his head. His dad whispered in his ear, "Come, your Wife is waiting for you." He guided him by the arm as Mitali walked towards his bedroom taking tiny steps, as his payals sang a sweet melody. Kush for this reason is made satisfied by Mita regularly. Mita ensures that her husband takes full care of his FIL. Kush and Sita keep no stone unturned to keep their DIL happy.
Come back 2 (Tuesday, 19 September 2023 07:47)
Please advise on my writing and for further developing the story
Lekha (Tuesday, 19 September 2023 09:26)
Quality and continuity of stories are missing , most of the stories are not completed. Instead of checking the stories and improvise based the suggestions received from readers
Priya (Tuesday, 19 September 2023 12:43)
Superb comeback 2 waiting for next parts
Romance between FIL and Dil
Mil and Sil
dear lekha (Tuesday, 19 September 2023 23:08)
Why dont you try
Come back 2 (Wednesday, 20 September 2023 07:25)
Kush had a young brother and a new disease started spreading in his body. This disease causes hormonal imbalance in the males who are in puberty age. It does not affect males who already reached puberty. It caused havoc in his brother's body as the results were severe. Due to hormonal imbalance, in his teenage, he experienced breast growth just like girls. His skin also remains soft, and hairless and he has curves like girls. There is no facial or bodily hair growth. Voices of his brother also became like girls. He gets a reaction and can perform normal sexual acts but he is feminized so much that they do not look like boys. He lived with a lot of time and effort one of the affected boys. Doctors were not able to find any solution to undo this. Girls used to tease his young brother and make fun of him. Soon he accepted his faith and started accepting his new conditions. He also started growing his hair like girls as they do not look good in short hair. Soon this trend spread all over his life. His brother also has long hair and one can only tell the difference between him and a girl from their clothes. He now has to wear bras, wear girls' clothes and is not usually seen over there.
I am Rakha brother of Kush I am also forced to grow my hair long. 7 years passed since this disease spread over my body. Now as a boy, I am affected by this
disease and look like girls and the only difference is they have a penis instead of a vagina. Society has also changed a lot in these years. It is now female-dominated as 80% of jobs were acquired by women. A new marriage trend started in which boys became househusbands and had to live with their wives in their houses. Soon this trend is also followed by many girls. The boys were very happy but they had a choice to do the job or remain at home. When I attained maturity my marriage was also fixed with a beautiful girl. Her name is Sangita. Soon after I married I was forced by MIL to stay with them in their house. My MIL insisted that as I am a househusband and I am jobless I should do all housework. I agreed to her demand. Me and my wife had a rocking honeymoon in London. Then we returned to home. Life was moving on just like normal. I used to wear T-shirts, shirts, jeans and pants just like normal boys. One day my wife during sex asked me to wear her nighty. It was a strange request but I agreed to please her and told her that it was the first and last time I was wearing our clothes. We had great sex and
I slept in her nighty. I woke up late in the morning. I was terrified thinking that my MIL might have seen me in nighty. I got busy with my work. My MIL also did not say anything. A few days later my MIL called me in her room. She was looking very serious. She said she had seen me sleeping at night that morning. She told that older generation men were real men and they never wear girls' clothes but u new generation men are sissies. She told me as I'm a househusband and I have breasts, long silky hair, curves and a voice just like girls, I should wear a saree at least in front of her. She said that she always dreamt of being served by an obedient bahu and now it's my responsibility to serve her like a bahu.
Come back 2 (Wednesday, 20 September 2023 07:30)
I tried to protest but she said your generation of males do look like
women so there is no harm or shame in wearing women's clothes. She said this was her final decision. However, she said
that you have to wear a saree only at home and you can wear your normal clothes at home. She immediately opened her
wardrobe and picked a beautiful pink saree with a blouse and petticoat. She told me to undress. I was now standing in a bra and
panty. Bra and panty were the only girly stuff I had to wear due to my breasts and big hips. She made me wear a petticoat then a blouse and then she taught me how to wear a saree. She also made me wear bangles, bindi and lipstick. When I looked in the mirror I looked like an Indian woman. Before I looked like a woman wearing men's clothes but now I was looking completely feminine. I was feeling aroused looking at myself. My MIL said this is the way you should dress in front of me. I will call you Bahu and you should cover your head with Pallu as long as you can. I change back to my male clothes when my wife comes home or when I go outside. I was living like a complete woman in front
of my MIL. My MIL was very dominant and enjoyed being served by me. One day my wife returned early from the office. She was surprised to see me like this. My head was down in shame.
Come back 2 (Wednesday, 20 September 2023 07:32)
My MIL told my wife that she wanted me to act as her bahu so she made me wear a saree. She said that I should wear a saree regularly at home as it looks good on me. My wife was excited but she told me that I could wear my male clothes if I did not like
a saree. My male ego was saying that I should stop wearing a saree but secretly I also liked my look in a saree. Finally, I decided and told my wife that I was feeling very comfortable in a saree and these male clothes were not comfortable at all. From that day I wore a saree fully at home and wore male clothes only outside the home. I now became my wife's wife.
Priya (Wednesday, 20 September 2023 13:08)
Comeback 2 literally it is too much exciting..... Thank waiting for next parts......
If possible add me as domiment female husband to any male......
susmitha nair (Thursday, 21 September 2023 08:12)
i am a submissive crossdresser. i like to be the wife of a dominant butch female who sees herself as a man.
Nina (Thursday, 21 September 2023 09:18)
https://youtu.be/0b1PWhBKEwM?si=_J3IiYRJiOEKaajP
New world (Saturday, 23 September 2023 23:22)
My wife woke to my screaming sounds, she woke up and reached the living room where my Mother in Law was Fucking me, My Hands were on the wall bent down, raising my hips and thrusting them on the cock of My MIL, She was slapping my thighs and enjoying his morning routine,
Yes in this new century, men are used as a slave for sex, entertainment, and work, we have no rights what so ever, we are married between 12 to 14 years, so we can start assisting our wife & In Laws with doing household works so that they can focus more on their carrier, we are vulnerable to the sexual requirements of all females in the Family and specially wife Friends & Colleagues
Our Dressing is also very less, we have to be semi-nude, we can’t have full clothing and our wives are all over showing our flash, depending on color we are taken, mostly women have 3 to 4 husbands, more blacks are used as a maid and sexual satisfaction of elders, bit fair are used in offices to work and support wives fairest and sexiest is always with their wives with bare minimum clothing, ready to entertained and fucked by their wives or anyone they wish for and have sexy names like pussy, cuttie, catty, matty, they are not given chairs in restaurants and offices they have to sit on laps confronting their pet value in the society, they have to maintain their figures and weights as they fail to do so wife will marry someone new and yes we are not married as per will, but the money on the table and once married we can't go back our homes as per the regulations, we become the sole property of our wives and are given a registration no.
Our wives can use us as collateral for loans, lease for money, and sell us and they don’t even bother taking our concerns.
New world (Sunday, 24 September 2023 00:37)
So here I am My Name is Petty Given by my wife Raman , I was married when I was 12 along with My Father 2 Raman , Raman Mother Keshva found us online via Husband sale site , she was looking for a pretty young and sexy boy with waist 27 breast 32 firm and strong pink nipples hips 30 height 165 cms and weight 50 kgs for herself , my mother on the other hand offered me for 1 million USD as I was fair with a baby face and was a price possession for my mother , during initial offer Keshav selected me for herself as a pet HUSBAND , so that I can Satisfy her sexual requirements and nurse her at this age but Raman asked her to buy me and make me her PET Husband and she will let her use as a pet for rest of her life like a pet husband so that she can also enjoy a young boy and can also make herself happy and show as her as pet husband making her friend and relative jealous , so they called my mother for the deal and asked do she has more for the offering as they want me as Pet so I won’t be doing much of house work and Raman needs one as soon she will be moving to a different location so my Mother offered my dad as Compliment and the deal was closed they came to our home to have a look and check my figure and body parts along with my features like dance , massage , ability to withstand torture , sexual skills , and patience along with My Father ,
I was not aware of anything , in the Morning My Mom asked me to doll Up and record a strip video so that Raman can watch and enjoy my body parts and I am sold to her as a Pet Husband , now being a Pet Husband was a dream of every boy , as pet husband have huge collection of clothes and are preferred husbands they get to sleep and on bed , eat with wives are taken out and have better life then rest of the husbands , my father was not a pet husband , I have witnessed his humiliation several times , Nikki my mother Pet Husband and My Pet father have the good control over my mother she is always dolled up in micro skirts and tops , even naked in family function every female in my Family want him to be in their Laps
AJI (Sunday, 24 September 2023 00:48)
Please Adit, i am still waiting for IG CELEBRITY...........
Priya (Sunday, 24 September 2023 01:59)
ComeBack2 and New World waiting for next parts
New World make some soft not too hard like pets
Nina (Sunday, 24 September 2023 05:36)
https://youtu.be/6G2l-VLH3T4?si=yzhR9Ykeqhx2Yh1u
Omg (Sunday, 24 September 2023 23:25)
Pathetic story new world
Come back 2 (Monday, 25 September 2023 07:18)
My MIL told my wife that she wanted me to act as her bahu so she made me wear a saree. She said that I should wear a saree regularly at home as it looks good on me. My wife was excited but she told me that I could wear my male clothes if I did not like
a saree. My male ego was saying that I should stop wearing a saree but secretly I also liked my look in a saree. Finally, I decided and told my wife that I was feeling very comfortable in a saree and these male clothes were not comfortable at all. From that day I wore a saree fully at home and wore male clothes only outside the home. I now became my wifey husband. My brothers accepted easily. So I had no problem with them. Slowly I stopped wearing male clothes even outside. I thought to be true to myself so I left all male dresses and kept them in a bag separately in the store room. Day by day my MIL started becoming more friendly. She taught me everything that would help me to become a good wife. She also taught me different styles to wear a saree and I taught her about Western dressing. She started opening up more and we became more friendly to the extent that we called each other by our names and exchanged our undergarments also.
I was very caring towards my MIL as she helped me to become more feminine. Often when my wife was out to work we spent chatting. I would learn from her about makeup, hair maintenance and styling. Slowly day by day we started becoming very close. She now started calling me by my name. I used to often help her in a lot of girly jobs and at times by removing unwanted hair growth from her private parts. Now after my wife goes to her office or goes out on an office tour we enjoy ourselves a lot. My MIL name is Radha and mine is Rakha. So we call each other by our name. She often wears my salwer suit or my Western outfit and does her makeup too. She often paints her hair black and I condition and shampoo. Her breasts have become saggy so I massage her breasts with oil. To make it tight. Often we used to roam top less at home except when my wife was at home. She liked my huge breasts and often wished to have breasts like mine. Nowadays, It is her daily ritual to suck my nipples and muscle my breasts and I loved it a lot. As she was a recognized dancer she started to train me in classical dance. I started learning dancing from her and often entertained my wife during the nights when she drank. She also made me learn to dress in different dance forms and perform. My wife is very happy with such bonding and never interfered in between us. Now Radha (MIL) started to open up about her desires and past sexual life to me. She was so unsatisfied and sex-starved. She told me that she lost her husband at a very young age and she is never satisfied with sex. She never wanted to have sex in unfair means so she remained away from it and day by day her nature changed. Now as she started to reveal i also became more sympathetic towards her. I strated sucking her pussy regularly and stated handing her as my friend. i asked my wife let her mom dress in what dress she desied. She was surprised by our bonding but never interfered and grunted permission. She let her mom dress as per her wishes. Now often Radha wears tight small tops and jeans. She got her hair cut in layers ande had facial and jaw lift surgery. She looks more sexy then my wife. My wife is head of the family now.
Come back 2 (Monday, 25 September 2023 07:19)
Please relate the story to the previous parts... And enjoy in your imagination.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:13)
Scene 1: The Rainy Night Journey
The story begins on a tumultuous night in the heart of Mumbai. Rahul, a solitary figure, stands beside his car parked on a rain-soaked street. The sky is a canvas of dark, brooding clouds, and raindrops fall relentlessly, creating a symphony of pattering sounds on the pavement.
Rahul appears resolute, a determined traveler in the face of adversity. His car, a sturdy companion, is his ticket to escape the bustling city and venture into the unknown. Clutching the car keys tightly, he gazes at the winding road ahead, barely visible through the torrential rain.
The windshield wipers work tirelessly, sweeping back and forth in a desperate battle against the deluge. The dim glow of streetlights casts eerie shadows on the slick pavement, and the neon signs of Mumbai's nightlife flicker like distant fireflies.
Despite the inclement weather, Rahul is undeterred. The relentless rain is his companion on this journey, an unyielding force that seems to challenge his determination. He knows that the road to Goa, with all its twists and turns, will not be an easy one, especially in such hostile weather.
Inside the car, the soft hum of the engine provides a reassuring background noise, a testament to the machine's readiness for the impending journey. The soft patter of rain on the car roof is hypnotic, a soothing rhythm that seems to lull Rahul into a sense of focus.
His hands grip the steering wheel firmly, knuckles white with determination. The journey ahead is fraught with challenges, but Rahul is undaunted. He is a man with a purpose, driven by a desire to escape the urban chaos and embrace the unknown adventure that awaits him in Goa.
As Rahul inches his car forward, navigating the winding roads of the ghat region, he knows that this stormy night is just the beginning of his journey. The raindrops on his windshield are like a prelude to the trials and tribulations that lie ahead, and he is ready to face them all with unwavering resolve.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:13)
Scene 2: Car Breakdown
The rain, unrelenting in its fury, continued to lash against Rahul's car as he navigated the winding roads of the ghat region. He had been driving for hours, and the strain was beginning to show on his face. The windshield wipers worked frantically, but visibility remained poor.
And then it happened.
With a sudden, jolting shudder, Rahul's car faltered. The engine sputtered as if gasping for breath, and the once-reliable vehicle began to slow down. Panic surged through Rahul as he desperately pumped the gas pedal, hoping to coax a little more life out of the ailing car.
But his efforts were in vain.
With a final, pathetic cough, the engine gave up the fight, and the car came to a grinding halt on the rain-slicked road. Rahul's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was stranded in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night, with the rain pouring down relentlessly.
With a sigh of resignation, Rahul turned the key in the ignition, but the engine remained stubbornly silent. He tried again and again, each attempt met with the same result - a disheartening silence.
As despair threatened to consume him, Rahul forced himself to focus. He knew he had to figure out what was wrong with the car. Taking a deep breath, he donned a rain-soaked jacket and stepped out into the deluge.
The rain drenched him instantly, soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair to his forehead. Undeterred, he popped open the hood of the car and peered inside. He was no mechanic, but he had some basic knowledge of car engines.
His trembling hands fumbled with the wet engine parts as he tried to identify the issue. Rainwater mixed with oil as he worked, creating a grimy mess. He checked the battery, the fuel lines, and the spark plugs, but nothing seemed amiss.
Desperation gnawed at him as he realized that he was out of his depth. The car remained motionless, a cold, metallic shell that offered no respite from the relentless rain.
Shivering, soaked, and defeated, Rahul reluctantly closed the hood of the car. He knew he needed help, but in this desolate stretch of road, help seemed like a distant dream. The rain continued to pour, soaking him to the bone, and Rahul huddled in the driver's seat, wondering how he would get out of this predicament.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:14)
Scene 3: The Stranger's Arrival
The relentless rain continued to pelt Rahul's stranded car as he sat in the driver's seat, his sense of hope slowly eroding like the asphalt beneath him. Desperation gnawed at him, and he wondered how he would escape this forsaken stretch of road. His fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel, a futile gesture that mirrored his growing unease.
But just as Rahul began to lose hope, a distant set of headlights pierced through the downpour, like a beacon of salvation cutting through the stormy night. He squinted through the rain-splattered windshield, scarcely daring to believe what he was seeing.
As the approaching vehicle drew closer, it materialized into a sturdy car, its headlights casting a stark glow on the slick road. The car came to a stop a few feet away from Rahul's stranded vehicle, and the rumble of the engine subsided.
Moments later, a figure emerged from the driver's seat of the other car, and Rahul watched, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and curiosity. The stranger approached Rahul's car with confident strides, undeterred by the relentless rain.
Raindrops clung to the stranger's coat, and he wore a determined expression on his face. His footsteps echoed like a steady drumbeat in the heavy downpour.
As the stranger drew nearer, Rahul rolled down his fogged-up window, greeted by the welcome sight of an outstretched hand. The stranger's voice cut through the storm as he introduced himself.
"I'm Sachin Jadhav," he said, his words carrying an air of calm reassurance. "Looks like you're in a bit of a fix here. Mind if I take a look?"
Rahul, his gratitude outweighing any reservations, nodded eagerly. Sachin, seemingly unbothered by the pouring rain, crouched down beside the car's engine, his experienced hands working deftly to diagnose the problem.
Sachin's brows furrowed as he inspected the engine, and Rahul watched anxiously, desperate for a glimmer of hope. After a few moments, Sachin stood up and turned to face Rahul.
"It's not looking good," Sachin admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "Your car seems to have suffered a serious issue. I doubt we'll be able to fix it here, especially in this weather."
Rahul's heart sank at the news, but Sachin wasn't finished.
"But don't worry," Sachin continued with a reassuring smile. "I live nearby. It's not far from here. You can leave your car here for the night, and we'll figure out a solution in the morning. I have some tools and a dry place to work. You can come with me, and we'll get you out of this rain."
Rahul, touched by Sachin's kindness, couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope returning. He knew he was in the presence of a stranger, but in this moment of desperation, Sachin's offer of help felt like a lifeline. He nodded gratefully, and with that, he began to gather his belongings, preparing to follow his newfound savior into the stormy night.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:15)
Scene 4: Sachin's Offer
With a grateful nod, Rahul gathered his belongings, preparing to abandon his stranded car. Rain continued to fall, relentless and unforgiving, as if nature itself conspired against him. He locked his car, leaving it to its fate on the deserted road, and then hurried to catch up with Sachin, who had retreated to the shelter of his own vehicle.
Sachin, still relatively dry in comparison to Rahul, greeted him with a warm smile as he settled into the driver's seat. "Let's get out of this rain," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
Rahul climbed into Sachin's car, welcomed by the warmth of the interior and the faint scent of leather. The engine roared to life, a stark contrast to Rahul's now-lifeless vehicle.
As they drove through the stormy night, rainwater cascading down the windows, Rahul shared the details of his predicament with Sachin. He explained his journey to Goa and the sudden breakdown of his car in this desolate ghat region. Sachin listened attentively, his expression empathetic.
When Rahul had finished recounting his ordeal, Sachin glanced over at him with a sympathetic nod. "It happens to the best of us," he said, his tone understanding. "Cars can be temperamental, especially in weather like this."
As they continued along the rain-soaked road, Sachin's demeanor remained reassuring, and Rahul couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in this stranger who had come to his aid.
After a while, they approached a turnoff, and Sachin pulled the car onto a narrow, winding path that led deeper into the hills. Rahul couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension as they left the main road behind, but he trusted that Sachin knew what he was doing.
Finally, they arrived at a secluded house nestled amidst the lush greenery of the ghat region. It had an aura of warmth and comfort that was in stark contrast to the cold, desolate road they had left behind.
Sachin parked the car in a sheltered area, away from the rain, and turned off the engine. He turned to Rahul, his eyes filled with determination. "Listen," he began, "your car is going to need some serious repairs. There are no mechanics around here at this hour, and even if there were, they wouldn't be able to do much in this weather."
Rahul nodded, his heart heavy with the realization that his journey to Goa was on hold for now.
"But don't worry," Sachin continued, his voice reassuring. "We'll get you back on the road tomorrow. My place isn't far from here. You can stay the night, and we'll sort out the car in the morning. I've got some tools, and I know a bit about fixing cars. We'll make it work."
Rahul felt a surge of gratitude for this stranger's generosity and willingness to help. "Thank you," he said sincerely, his voice choked with emotion.
Sachin simply smiled and opened the car door, gesturing for Rahul to follow him inside the warm, welcoming sanctuary of his home. As Rahul stepped out into the rain once more, he couldn't help but think that perhaps, in the midst of this stormy night, he had found an unexpected beacon of kindness and assistance in Sachin.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:16)
Scene 5: The Forgotten Luggage
The rain continued its relentless assault as Rahul climbed into Sachin's car, relief washing over him as the warmth enveloped his shivering body. The interior of Sachin's car was a stark contrast to the cold, damp world outside, and Rahul welcomed the respite from the storm.
Sachin settled into the driver's seat, and with a reassuring nod to Rahul, he navigated the winding path that led to his secluded home in the ghat region. As the rain battered the car's windows, they drove further into the hills, leaving behind the deserted road and the memories of Rahul's stranded car.
The conversation between the two men flowed naturally, despite the circumstances that had brought them together. Sachin was a gracious host, eager to put Rahul at ease, and their talk was punctuated with laughter and shared stories.
Unbeknownst to Rahul, however, there was something crucial he had left behind – his luggage. In his haste to escape the relentless rain and find shelter, he hadn't given a second thought to the belongings he had packed for his journey to Goa.
It wasn't until they arrived at Sachin's picturesque home, nestled amidst the verdant hills, that Rahul realized his oversight. As he stepped out of the car and into the sheltered garage, he patted his pockets in search of his wallet, only to realize with a sinking feeling that his suitcase was nowhere to be found.
His eyes widened in realization, and he turned to Sachin, a look of dismay on his face. "I left my luggage in my car," he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
Sachin, ever the understanding host, chuckled softly. "Don't worry," he said, trying to ease Rahul's concern. "We'll sort that out tomorrow when we're working on your car. For now, let's get you inside and out of those wet clothes."
Rahul nodded, grateful for Sachin's understanding, but the realization that he had left behind all his belongings weighed heavily on his mind. He followed Sachin into the house, his wet shoes squeaking on the polished floor, and as the door closed behind them, he couldn't help but wonder how this twist of fate might affect his journey and his time in Sachin's care.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:16)
Scene 6: Arrival at Sachin's House
Sachin's house, a welcoming haven amidst the relentless rain and mist-covered hills of the ghat region, felt like a sanctuary to Rahul as he stepped inside. The interior exuded a sense of warmth and coziness, with soft lighting and tasteful decor that made it clear that this was a place of comfort and solace.
Sachin gestured for Rahul to enter, his smile radiating genuine hospitality. "Make yourself at home," he said warmly. "You must be soaked to the bone. I'll take care of the car situation while you freshen up."
Grateful for Sachin's kind offer, Rahul nodded and followed his host's directions to the bathroom. The bathroom, much like the rest of the house, was tastefully designed, with clean white tiles and plush towels neatly hung on a rack.
Rahul wasted no time shedding his wet clothes, which clung uncomfortably to his skin. The hot water in the shower was a welcome relief as he allowed it to wash away the rain and the anxiety of the night's events. The steam filled the bathroom, and he could feel the tension in his muscles melting away.
After the refreshing shower, Rahul wrapped himself in a fluffy towel Sachin had provided. He felt rejuvenated, the stresses of the night replaced with a sense of gratitude for his newfound friend's hospitality.
As Rahul exited the bathroom, he found Sachin in the living room, busily assembling an assortment of tools and equipment. The room was cozy, with soft lighting that bathed the space in a warm, inviting glow.
Sachin looked up and smiled as Rahul approached. "Feeling better?" he inquired, setting aside a toolbox.
Rahul nodded, feeling a deep sense of appreciation for Sachin's help. "Thank you for everything," he said earnestly. "I can't express how grateful I am for your kindness."
Sachin waved off the gratitude with a humble smile. "It's no trouble at all. We'll sort out your car issue tomorrow. For now, let's focus on getting you settled in."
With that, Sachin led Rahul to a comfortable guest room, complete with a soft, inviting bed. "You can rest here for the night," he offered. "I've set out some dry clothes for you. Make yourself comfortable, and I'll see you in the morning."
Rahul, appreciative of Sachin's hospitality, nodded his thanks. As he settled into the cozy bed, the rain continued to drum against the windows, but inside Sachin's home, he felt safe and cared for. It was a stark contrast to the trials of the night, and Rahul couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring as he closed his eyes and allowed exhaustion to carry him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:17)
Scene 7: A Transformation
The bathroom was a haven of warmth and solitude as Rahul stood alone, wrapped in a fluffy towel after his refreshing shower. The steam from the hot water still hung in the air, and the bathroom's clean, white tiles felt comforting underfoot.
Rahul ran a towel through his wet hair, his thoughts wandering back to his forgotten luggage. He mentally berated himself for leaving it behind in his car, a lapse in judgment that now seemed monumental. All of his belongings – clothes, toiletries, and personal items – were stranded with his vehicle on that deserted road.
As he dried himself off, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. He had nothing to change into, no dry clothes to wear, and the idea of spending the night in a borrowed towel was far from comforting.
With a deep breath, he reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly with anxiety. He knew he had to contact Sachin, who had been nothing but kind and accommodating, and ask for some clothing to borrow. It was a daunting request to make, considering they were still essentially strangers.
He scrolled through his contacts until he found Sachin's number, and with a hesitant tap, he initiated the call. As he waited for Sachin to answer, Rahul couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude.
Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Sachin was going over some last-minute details for the car repairs the following morning. His phone buzzed, and he pulled it from his pocket, noticing that it was Rahul calling.
"Hello?" Sachin answered, his voice calm and welcoming.
Rahul hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice tinged with apprehension. "Sachin, I hate to ask, but I left my luggage in my car, and I have nothing to wear. Is there any chance you have some spare clothing I could borrow for the night?"
Sachin, ever the gracious host, didn't miss a beat. "Of course, Rahul," he replied with a friendly tone. "I'll find something suitable for you. Just give me a moment."
Rahul sighed with relief, grateful for Sachin's understanding. As he waited in the bathroom, still wrapped in his towel, he couldn't help but wonder how this unexpected twist in his journey might continue to unfold.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:18)
Scene 8: Borrowing Subhangi's Attire
Sachin, ever accommodating, had assured Rahul that he would find something for him to wear. As Rahul waited in the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. He was about to borrow clothing from a virtual stranger, and the idea was both unfamiliar and daunting.
Moments later, Sachin returned to the bathroom, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Rahul," he began gently, "our sizes are significantly different, and I don't have any men's clothing on hand. However, I do have some of my late wife's clothing in the cupboard. It's up to you whether you'd like to try it or spend the night in the borrowed towel. The choice is yours."
Rahul hesitated, torn between the desire for dry clothing and the discomfort of wearing women's attire. The prospect of donning clothes meant for Sachin's late wife, Subhangi, felt unusual and unexpected. But the thought of spending the night in a wet towel was even less appealing.
With a sigh, Rahul finally made his decision. "I'll give it a try," he said, his voice filled with resolve.
Sachin nodded in understanding and left Rahul to his own devices, respecting his guest's privacy. He retrieved Subhangi's clothing from the cupboard and set them out for Rahul to use.
As Rahul stood before the array of clothing, he couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and trepidation. He had never worn women's clothing before, and the sight of bras, panties, blouses, and petticoats felt unfamiliar and somewhat daunting.
With a deep breath, he began to dress himself. He slipped into a bra and panties, his movements awkward but determined. Next came a blouse, its fabric soft against his skin, followed by a petticoat that rustled softly with each step.
The piece de resistance was a beautiful turquoise saree, its intricate patterns and vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dreary night outside. Rahul carefully wrapped it around himself, fumbling slightly with the pleats but eventually managing to drape it elegantly.
Embracing the transformation, he adorned himself with jewelry. Dangling earrings caught the light as they swayed with his movements, a delicate necklace graced his neck, and payal adorned his ankles, creating a gentle melody with each step. He placed a bindi on his forehead, the finishing touch that completed the look.
As he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Rahul couldn't help but feel a profound sense of transformation. The woman staring back at him was a far cry from the man who had embarked on a rainy night journey to Goa. The attire and jewelry had transformed him into someone entirely different, and the experience was both surreal and strangely liberating.
With a final touch, he applied a subtle layer of makeup, enhancing his features with a touch of lipstick and eyeliner. As he stared at his reflection, he couldn't help but wonder what Sachin's reaction would be to this unexpected transformation.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023)
Scene 9: The Startling Resemblance
With each step, the payal on Rahul's ankles chimed melodically, creating a soft, rhythmic music that accompanied his movements. He emerged from the bedroom, adorned in Subhangi's attire, the saree swaying gracefully with his steps. His makeup was subtle, enhancing his features without overwhelming them.
Sachin, who had been waiting in the living room, turned as Rahul entered. His eyes widened in sheer astonishment, and for a moment, he was struck speechless.
Rahul, unaware of the effect his transformation had on Sachin, approached him with a shy smile, grateful for the borrowed clothing that had provided warmth and comfort on this rainy night. He felt a sense of vulnerability, wearing attire that was so far from his usual, but it had been necessary to escape the wet towel.
But what he didn't realize was the uncanny resemblance he bore to someone deeply significant to Sachin.
Sachin, his voice trembling with disbelief and emotion, finally managed to speak. "Subhangi, how did you end up here? Where have you been all this time?"
Rahul was taken aback by the question. He blinked in confusion, his mind racing to process Sachin's words. "I'm not Subhangi," he replied, his voice gentle but filled with surprise.
Sachin, however, couldn't tear his gaze away. The woman standing before him, clad in Subhangi's attire and adorned with her jewelry, bore an uncanny resemblance to his missing wife. The shock of seeing someone who looked so much like her after two long years of uncertainty was overwhelming.
Sachin's eyes glistened with tears as he stared at Rahul, his voice quivering with a mixture of hope and disbelief. "You look exactly like her," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "How can you not be Subhangi?"
Rahul, now realizing the gravity of the situation, struggled to find words. He had stumbled into a stranger's life, and this unexpected transformation had brought him to a moment of profound revelation. He could see the pain and longing in Sachin's eyes, and he wanted to explain that he was not Subhangi but merely a traveler who had found himself in this extraordinary circumstance.
But before he could utter a word, Sachin moved closer, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch Rahul's face. The realization that the woman before him was not his beloved Subhangi began to dawn on him, but the resemblance was too uncanny to ignore.
As Sachin's fingers brushed against Rahul's cheek, he finally seemed to comprehend. The tears that had welled up in his eyes began to flow, and he pulled Rahul into a tight, emotional embrace.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and the stranger's unexpected reaction, Rahul could only offer a comforting pat on Sachin's back. The rain continued to fall outside, and inside the house, the two men found themselves connected by a twist of fate that neither of them could have foreseen.
In that moment, the boundaries of time, identity, and circumstance blurred, and the night took on a surreal quality, as if it held the promise of something extraordinary, something that would change the course of both their lives forever.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:21)
Scene 10: The Shocking Revelation
Tears continued to flow down Sachin's face as he clung to Rahul, overwhelmed by the uncanny resemblance. He couldn't believe his eyes; this woman before him, dressed in Subhangi's attire and adorned with her jewelry, looked exactly like his missing wife.
Rahul, feeling the weight of Sachin's emotions and unable to keep up the charade any longer, gently pushed Sachin back slightly, creating some distance between them. He looked into Sachin's eyes, his own filled with compassion and sincerity.
"I'm not Subhangi," Rahul finally admitted, his voice soft and understanding. "I am Rahul."
Sachin stared at him, his expression shifting from disbelief to confusion and then to a deep sense of sorrow. The realization that the woman before him was not his beloved Subhangi finally sank in, and the weight of the moment bore down on him.
Without saying a word, Sachin turned and walked away, his steps heavy with a sense of resignation. Rahul followed him, still wrapped in Subhangi's attire, his heart heavy with sympathy for the man who had mistaken him for his missing wife.
Sachin led Rahul to a room in the house, his movements mechanical and devoid of emotion. He opened the door, revealing a space that was dimly lit, and gestured for Rahul to enter.
The room held a large, ornate bed covered with deep maroon sheets, and at its center lay a figure that sent shivers down Rahul's spine. It was a woman, her lifeless body eerily resembling Rahul in Subhangi's attire.
Sachin spoke with a voice that quivered with sorrow and grief. "This... this is Subhangi," he said, his words heavy with emotion.
Rahul stood in stunned silence, his heart aching at the sight before him. He had stumbled into a house haunted by the memory of a missing loved one, a house that bore the weight of two souls – one lost and one searching.
The rain continued to pour outside, a relentless reminder of the night's events. Inside the room, Rahul and Sachin shared a silent moment of understanding, bound by circumstances that had thrust them together in a way neither of them could have foreseen.
As the realization of the tragic truth settled in, Rahul couldn't help but wonder how this shocking revelation would affect their relationship and the course of their lives, now inexplicably intertwined by fate.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:21)
Scene 11: Dinner and Passion
The room felt heavy with unspoken emotions as Sachin and Rahul sat down to a solemn dinner. The lingering shock of the revelation about Subhangi's fate weighed on them both. Each bite of food seemed to carry the burden of sorrow, and the clinking of cutlery against plates was the only sound that broke the silence.
Sachin's eyes often drifted toward Rahul, captivated by the striking beauty that had initially led to the mistaken identity. He couldn't help but see the woman he had loved in the face before him, a face that bore an uncanny resemblance to Subhangi. Memories of their time together flooded his mind, and he was haunted by thoughts of his missing wife.
As they progressed through the meal, Sachin felt the need to break the tension in the room. He suggested drinks, hoping to numb the pain and ease the burden of the past two years. Pouring them both a glass of whisky, the amber liquid shimmered in the soft, warm light of the room.
They sipped the drinks, the alcohol slowly weaving its way into their veins, dulling their senses and loosening the weight of their sorrows. The room grew hazy, and the emotional turmoil that had gripped them seemed to soften.
The relentless rain outside provided a soothing backdrop to their evening. The combination of alcohol and shared grief blurred the lines between reality and desire. Sachin, unable to resist the pull he felt toward Rahul, leaned in and kissed him, his lips trembling with a mix of longing and despair.
Rahul, taken by surprise, found himself swept up in the moment, their mouths meeting in a fervent kiss. In the dimly lit room, their desires took over, and they lost control, their bodies coming together in a passionate embrace.
Sachin, consumed by the belief that Rahul was his beloved Subhangi, gave in to the passion that had been suppressed for so long. It was a moment of raw emotion, a cathartic release of the grief and longing that had tormented him.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:22)
Scene 12: Morning Regret
The room was bathed in the soft, early-morning light as Rahul slowly began to stir from his slumber. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him, and he felt a heavy weight settle in his chest.
As the reality of what had transpired in the dimly lit room washed over him, Rahul couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. The passionate encounter with Sachin, driven by confusion and desire, had left him with a profound sense of guilt and remorse.
He turned his head, glancing at the still-sleeping figure of Sachin beside him. Sachin, lost in his dreams, was unaware of Rahul's inner turmoil. The man who had mistaken him for his missing wife, Subhangi, was now peacefully asleep, his face serene in the early morning light.
But for Rahul, the weight of their actions weighed heavily on his conscience. He had allowed himself to become entangled in a situation that had spiraled out of control, a situation born of misunderstanding and fueled by emotions neither of them had truly understood.
Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Rahul began to cry. Silent tears streamed down his face as he grappled with the consequences of that fateful night. He felt a deep sense of regret for allowing things to go so far, for not setting the record straight about his true identity.
The room remained still, save for the soft sounds of Rahul's tears. The morning light continued to filter in through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow over the room. Outside, the world was waking up to a new day, but inside, Rahul was wrestling with the turmoil of the night before.
As the first rays of dawn illuminated the room, Rahul knew that he couldn't continue this charade any longer. He had to face Sachin and the truth about who he was. The events of the night had left an indelible mark on both their lives, and it was time to confront the consequences of their actions.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:23)
Scene 13: Sachin's Apology and Proposal
As the first light of morning filtered into the room, Rahul's silent tears continued to fall. He couldn't shake the sense of regret and turmoil that had consumed him since the previous night's passionate encounter. The weight of his actions, driven by confusion and desire, pressed down on him, and he felt an overwhelming need to set things right.
Sachin, still lost in slumber, began to stir as he sensed the shifting emotions in the room. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon Rahul, who lay beside him, tears staining his face. The sight of Rahul's vulnerability brought a deep sense of remorse washing over him.
Realization struck Sachin like a lightning bolt, and he understood the gravity of his actions. He had mistaken Rahul for his missing wife, Subhangi, and their night of passion had been a result of his own longing and misunderstanding. The guilt and sorrow he felt were almost suffocating.
Sachin's heart ached as he watched Rahul cry. He knew that he had caused this pain, and it was a pain he never wanted to inflict upon anyone. Gathering his courage, he reached out and gently touched Rahul's shoulder.
"Rahul," Sachin said softly, his voice filled with regret and sincerity, "I am so sorry. I don't know how to express how deeply sorry I am for what happened last night. It was a terrible mistake, and I never should have let things go so far."
Rahul turned to look at Sachin, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I know," he replied, his voice trembling. "I should have been more clear about who I am. This is all my fault as well."
Sachin's heart ached at Rahul's words. He knew that there was no way to undo the events of the past, but he was determined to make amends for the pain he had caused.
In a moment of deep sincerity, Sachin spoke from the depths of his heart. "Rahul, I can't change the past, but I want to make things right. I can't bring Subhangi back, but I can offer you something. Will you forgive me, and will you consider becoming a part of my life?"
Rahul looked at Sachin, surprised by his proposal. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Sachin took a deep breath, his eyes earnest. "I want to marry you, Rahul," he said, his voice unwavering. "I want to make you a part of my life, as Subhangi."
Rahul's heart swelled with a mix of emotions. He had never expected this turn of events, but he could see the sincerity in Sachin's eyes. The man before him had made a terrible mistake, but he was also willing to take responsibility and make amends in a unique and unexpected way.
As they looked at each other, their lives forever entwined by the events of that rainy night, Rahul knew that the path forward was uncertain but filled with possibility. He had a decision to make, one that would shape the course of his life in ways he had never imagined.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:23)
Scene 14: The Acceptance
As Rahul looked into Sachin's eyes, he saw the sincerity and remorse that filled them. Sachin's proposal, unexpected and unconventional as it was, carried a weight of genuine remorse and a desire to make amends for the mistakes of the past.
Rahul considered his own circumstances. He was a traveler, alone and adrift in the world, and he had no one waiting for him. The events of that rainy night had brought him into Sachin's life in a way he could never have predicted, and in that moment, he felt a connection to the man who had made a grave mistake but was now willing to make things right.
With a mix of emotions, Rahul nodded slowly, his voice filled with a quiet acceptance. "I accept," he said, his heart heavy with the weight of the decision. "I'll be a part of your life, Sachin."
Sachin's eyes lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. He pulled Rahul into a tight embrace, their bodies coming together in a shared understanding of the path they were now embarking on. It was a unique and unexpected arrangement, but it was one born out of a desire for forgiveness, redemption, and the chance to heal.
Dressed in a green nauwari saree, Rahul moved with grace and elegance, the intricate draping of the saree enhancing his beauty. He wore a Nath, a traditional nose ring, that added a touch of cultural authenticity to his appearance. Adorning his neck was the Lakshmi Haar, a symbol of prosperity and auspiciousness, which shimmered as he moved.
On his arms, he wore a set of traditional Maharashtrian bangles known as Chura, which carried both cultural and sentimental significance. The Bakuli Haar, Putli Haar, and Moti Haar adorned his neck, adding to his traditional Maharashtrian bridal look. His hands glittered with the Vaaki and Bugadi, intricate pieces of jewelry that graced his wrists and arms.
Around his ankles, Rahul wore the melodious payal, its gentle chiming accompanying every step he took. The soft tinkling sound became a familiar and comforting presence in the Jadhav household. His toes were adorned with a toe ring, another traditional element of Maharashtrian bridal attire.
Subhangi's transformation was not just physical but also in spirit. With each piece of jewelry and every fold of the nauwari saree, he embraced the rich cultural heritage of Maharashtra and the new identity he had assumed.
Sachin, in a gesture of acceptance and love, renamed Rahul as Subhangi. This name became a symbol of the bond they shared and the role Rahul played in their lives.
In his new attire and with his new name, Subhangi carried the legacy of the Jadhav family forward. He was not just a symbol of their resilience but also a testament to the power of love and forgiveness. As Mrs. Subhangi Sachin Jadhav, he had found a place where he belonged, and the Jadhav family had found a way to heal their wounds and move forward together.
The embrace between Rahul and Sachin marked a new beginning, one that was filled with uncertainty but also with hope. They had found solace in each other's company, and as they looked toward the future, they knew that they would face the challenges and joys of life together, bound by a unique twist of fate that had forever changed their destinies.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:24)
Scene 15: Returning to Pune
With their decision made and their paths now intertwined, Sachin and Subhangi left behind the rainy night that had forever altered the course of their lives. They drove together to Sachin's house in Pune, the journey marked by a sense of anticipation and the weight of their shared history.
Upon arriving at their destination, Sachin and Subhangi stepped out of the car, the atmosphere around them filled with a sense of both nervousness and excitement. The house stood before them, a place where memories of Subhangi had once flourished and where new memories were about to be forged.
As they approached the entrance, the door swung open, revealing two young faces filled with astonishment and delight. Sanvi and Suraj, Sachin's children, stood there, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the sight of the woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to their missing mother.
Tears welled up in their eyes, and without hesitation, they rushed forward, throwing their arms around Subhangi in a tight embrace. They cried tears of joy, their voices filled with a mixture of relief and happiness.
"Mom!" Sanvi exclaimed, her voice quivering with emotion. "Where have you been for so long? We missed you so much!"
Suraj, equally moved, nodded in agreement, his voice choked with tears. "We thought you were gone forever. We were so scared."
Subhangi, now fully embracing her role, held her children close, her own eyes brimming with tears. She looked at them, her heart filled with love for these two young souls who had been without their mother for so long.
"I'm here now," she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness. "I've come back to you."
Sachin stood by, watching the reunion of his family with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He had never expected that the events of the rainy night would lead to this moment, where Subhangi had returned, in a way, to their lives.
As the family embraced, their tears mingling with laughter and love, they knew that they were embarking on a new chapter together. The missing piece of their family had been found, and the bond between them, strengthened by the trials they had faced, was unbreakable.
The house in Pune, once filled with memories of Subhangi, was now a place where her presence had returned, in a different form but with the same love and devotion. The Jadhav family had found a way to heal and move forward, their lives forever changed by the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them back together.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:24)
Scene 16: Reuniting with the In-Laws
As the joyous reunion unfolded within Sachin's house, another significant moment awaited. Sachin's parents, Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna Jadhav, had been eagerly awaiting their daughter-in-law's return for two long years. Their lives had been marked by grief and uncertainty, and now, with Subhangi's presence once again in their home, they couldn't contain their emotions.
The elderly couple, tears of happiness in their eyes, entered the room where Subhangi stood, surrounded by her family. The sight of her, dressed in traditional Maharashtrian attire, brought a sense of relief and overwhelming joy.
Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna rushed forward, their arms outstretched, and embraced Subhangi tightly. Their tears flowed freely as they held her close, the weight of the years without her disappearing in that moment.
"Subhangi, our dear daughter," Mr. Shankar said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Where have you been all this time? We thought we had lost you forever."
Mrs. Suvarna, her grip on Subhangi unwavering, added, "We prayed for your return every day. We couldn't bear the thought of life without you."
Subhangi, fully committed to her role, allowed their warm embrace to envelop her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to bring happiness to their lives once more, even if it was under unconventional circumstances.
As the initial excitement settled, Sachin stepped forward, his parents still holding onto Subhangi. He took a deep breath and decided that it was time to reveal the truth about Rahul and Subhangi's unique situation.
"Mom, Dad," Sachin began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "I need to tell you the truth about what happened last night and why Subhangi looks the way she does."
Both of his parents looked at him, curiosity and concern in their eyes.
Sachin continued, "The person you see before you is not Subhangi. Her name is Rahul."
Confusion and surprise washed over their faces as they exchanged glances. Mrs. Suvarna released Subhangi, taking a step back. "What do you mean, Sachin? This is Subhangi, isn't it?"
Sachin nodded, his voice gentle as he explained, "Last night, I mistook Rahul for Subhangi because of their striking resemblance. We shared a moment of passion, believing that Subhangi had returned to us. But this morning, Rahul revealed his true identity."
Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna listened intently, their expressions shifting from confusion to understanding.
Sachin continued, "Rahul has agreed to stay with us as Subhangi, to be a part of our family and bring back the happiness we lost when Subhangi went missing. It's an unconventional arrangement, but it's one born out of forgiveness and the desire to heal."
Mrs. Suvarna, her eyes filled with gratitude, stepped forward once more and embraced Subhangi, this time with a deep sense of appreciation. "Thank you, dear," she said softly. "Thank you for your sacrifice and for bringing our family back together."
Mr. Shankar nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with tears. "We may not have Subhangi back, but we have found a way to heal our family and move forward. We are forever grateful to you, Rahul, for the role you are willing to play in our lives."
Subhangi, her heart touched by their words, embraced her in-laws with a newfound sense of purpose. The Jadhav family had found a way to come to terms with their loss and to move forward with hope and love, bound together by the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them all back together.
Subhangi (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:25)
Scene 17: Subhangi's New Role
In the days that followed the unexpected reunion and the unique arrangement that had been born out of that rainy night, Subhangi seamlessly settled into her new roles within the Jadhav family. Her transformation from a traveler stranded by the roadside to a loving housewife, mother, and daughter-in-law was nothing short of remarkable.
With grace and poise, Subhangi managed the household's daily affairs. She cooked traditional Maharashtrian meals, the aroma of spices filling the air as she prepared dishes that had been a part of Sachin's childhood memories. Her culinary skills earned praise from everyone in the family, and mealtime became a cherished occasion once more.
As a mother to Sanvi and Suraj, Subhangi's love and care knew no bounds. She helped them with their studies, played games with them, and listened to their hopes and dreams. The void that had been left by the absence of their mother, Subhangi, was gradually filled by Rahul, who had embraced this new role with unwavering dedication.
In her interactions with Sachin's parents, Mr. Shankar and Mrs. Suvarna, Subhangi displayed the utmost respect and warmth. She managed the household's affairs with efficiency, overseeing the daily routines and ensuring that the family's needs were met. Her presence brought comfort and stability to their lives, and the wounds of the past began to heal.
The Jadhav family, once marked by grief and uncertainty, was now a source of happiness and unity. The missing Subhangi, while never truly replaced, had found a unique form of reincarnation in Rahul, who had willingly stepped into her shoes.
With Subhangi by their side, the family rediscovered the joys of togetherness. The laughter of children echoed through the halls, the aroma of home-cooked meals wafted from the kitchen, and the loving bond between husband and wife was rekindled.
The void left by the missing Subhangi had been filled by Rahul, who had not only become an integral part of the family but had also helped them heal and move forward. The unique arrangement, born out of an unexpected twist of fate, had brought happiness and love back into their lives.
In the heart of the Jadhav household, Subhangi, once a stranger stranded on a rainy night, had become a beacon of hope and a symbol of resilience. Their family had been mended, and the future held the promise of happiness and unity, all thanks to the unforeseen events that had forever altered their destinies.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:28)
Chapter 1: Mumbai Mosaic
The city of Mumbai, a sprawling tapestry of dreams and diversities, where ancient traditions dance harmoniously with modernity. It's a city that never sleeps, where millions chase their hopes, dreams, and destinies. In this vibrant metropolis, our story begins with two friends, Rahul and Hafeez, representing the beautiful tapestry of cultures that Mumbai embodies.
Rahul, a Goan and a Roman Catholic, had been born and raised in the heart of Mumbai. His family's roots in the city stretched back for generations, and he had grown up surrounded by the rich cultural traditions of his Goan heritage. He was a testament to Mumbai's incredible diversity, where people from all walks of life coexisted harmoniously.
Hafeez, his best friend, was a Muslim, born and raised in the same bustling metropolis. His family hailed from North India, but Mumbai had been their home for decades. Hafeez had grown up cherishing the customs and celebrations of his Muslim identity while embracing the multicultural spirit of the city.
The friendship between Rahul and Hafeez was a testament to Mumbai's unique ability to bring people from different backgrounds together. They had met in school, and their bond had only grown stronger over the years. Their shared experiences had shaped them into inseparable companions, defying any barriers of religion or culture.
Rahul was known for his infectious laughter and a deep love for Goan cuisine, which he often shared with Hafeez. Hafeez, in turn, introduced Rahul to the delights of traditional Muslim dishes. Together, they explored the city's nooks and crannies, from the historic churches of South Mumbai to the vibrant markets of Mohammed Ali Road during Ramadan.
Mumbai, with its chaotic yet captivating energy, provided the backdrop for their adventures. They navigated the city's local trains, tasted street food at crowded corners, and reveled in the festivities of Ganesh Chaturthi and Eid alike.
As they sat on the bustling promenade of Marine Drive, watching the waves kiss the shores of the Arabian Sea, Rahul and Hafeez often reflected on their unique friendship and the extraordinary city they called home. In Mumbai, a city where diversity was not just celebrated but embraced, their friendship was a testament to the unity that thrived amidst the cultural mosaic.
Little did they know that their next chapter in this dynamic city would unveil even more profound experiences, testing the strength of their bond and their individual identities. Mumbai, the city of dreams, was about to write a new story in the lives of Rahul and Hafeez, one that would further enrich the vibrant tapestry of their friendship.
Chapter 2: Rahul's Secret
Rahul, a young man with striking features and a gentle demeanor, had a secret that he held close to his heart. In the vibrant tapestry of Mumbai's diverse culture, he found solace in an unconventional passion that few knew about. Rahul had a deep fascination with dressing as a Muslim woman, celebrating the grace and beauty he saw in their attire.
It began innocently enough. Rahul had stumbled upon a local bazaar one day, where he saw an array of colorful fabrics and intricate garments. His curiosity piqued, he couldn't resist the allure of the vibrant dupattas, the jingling bangles, and the elegant anarkali dresses. He decided to experiment with his newfound interest in the privacy of his own home, initially thinking it was just a phase, a temporary escape from his everyday life.
However, as he draped a dupatta over his shoulders and looked at himself in the mirror, something clicked deep within him. The soft fall of the fabric, the delicate embroidery, and the transformation it brought about made him feel complete in a way he couldn't explain. He realized that it wasn't merely a form of escapism; it was a celebration of the beauty he saw in these traditional garments.
Over time, this secret passion became an essential part of his life. Rahul would wait for moments when he was alone, carefully selecting his ensemble, and losing himself in the process of transforming into a Muslim woman. He practiced the intricate art of draping the dupatta with precision, applying makeup to enhance his features, and perfecting the graceful movements that accompanied this unique form of self-expression.
In the beginning, he was cautious about sharing this secret with anyone, fearing judgment or misunderstanding.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:29)
Chapter 3: Hafeez's Loss
Hafeez, the embodiment of Mumbai's vibrant diversity, carried a heavy burden in his heart. His life had taken a tragic and unexpected turn, leaving him grappling with profound sorrow. He had lost his beloved wife, Ayesha, to cancer, a relentless and merciless foe that had stolen her away, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill.
Ayesha had been the center of Hafeez's world, a beacon of love and strength in their humble home. Her warmth had enveloped their two young children, Salma and Junaid, and her wisdom had guided Hafeez through the challenges of life in the bustling city of Mumbai. They had built a life together, full of dreams and aspirations, and their love had been a source of inspiration to everyone who knew them.
Cancer had struck like a thunderbolt, a cruel twist of fate that had shattered their world. Hafeez had watched helplessly as the disease consumed Ayesha, stealing her vitality and spirit day by day. He had been her unwavering support, accompanying her to countless doctor's appointments, holding her hand through the darkest nights, and trying to shield Salma, Junaid, and his aging parents from the full extent of their grief.
After Ayesha's passing, grief had cast a long and unrelenting shadow over their once-happy family. Hafeez, a pillar of strength for his loved ones, found himself struggling to come to terms with the immense loss. His children, Salma and Junaid, were left with aching hearts, trying to make sense of a world without their beloved mother.
The responsibility of caring for his young children and aging parents now weighed heavily on Hafeez's shoulders. He had to balance his role as a devoted father with the demands of his job as a local tour guide. Every day was a battle to find the strength to carry on, to provide for his family, and to be the rock they so desperately needed.
Hafeez's loss had left a profound mark on his friendship with Rahul. Their bond had always been a source of solace and support, but now, Hafeez's grief had created a barrier that was difficult to breach. He withdrew into his own world of sorrow, often retreating from the vibrant city they had once explored together.
Rahul, understanding the depths of Hafeez's pain, stood by his friend, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear whenever Hafeez needed it. Their friendship had weathered many storms, but this was perhaps the most challenging test of their bond yet.
Chapter 4: A Fateful Visit
One evening, a particularly somber one for Hafeez, he decided to visit Rahul at his home. He rang the bell, but there was no response. Concerned, he used his spare key to enter, and as he stepped into the softly lit room, he saw a vision that defied belief.
Scene 1: The Surreal Encounter
There, before him, stood Rahul, his best friend, dressed as a woman in a beautiful pink anarkali dress. The soft, flowing fabric of the dress embraced Rahul's figure, accentuating his feminine grace. Pink bangles adorned each of his delicate wrists, their soft jingles filling the room with a musical cadence. Dangling earrings swayed gently with his every movement, catching the ambient light and casting shimmering reflections. His neck sparkled with a necklace that held a delicate charm, adding a touch of elegance to his appearance. His long, dark hair cascaded down his back, loose and untamed, creating an uncanny resemblance to Ayesha, Hafeez's late wife.
Scene 2: Hafeez's Overwhelming Emotions
Hafeez's heart raced as he tried to process the surreal scene before him. It was Rahul, transformed into a vision that looked exactly like Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha. The room seemed to blur as Hafeez grappled with a torrent of emotions—shock, astonishment, confusion, and something deeper, something that stirred the memory of his beloved wife.
Scene 3: Rahul's Apprehension
Rahul, realizing that he had been discovered, felt a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension. He had never revealed this secret side of himself to Hafeez before. He had expected judgment, confusion, or rejection, but not this astonishing turn of events. As he stood there, dressed as Ayesha, he awaited Hafeez's response, uncertain of what the future held for their friendship and for himself.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:30)
Chapter 5: A Shocking Revelation
Scene 1: Behind the Curtain
The evening was somber, and Hafeez's heart was heavy as he approached Rahul's home. He rang the bell, but there was no response. Concern gnawed at him, and he decided to use his spare key to enter. As he stepped into the softly lit room, his footsteps echoing, he saw a vision that defied belief.
There, before him, stood Rahul, his best friend, dressed as a woman in a beautiful pink anarkali dress. The soft, ambient light accentuated the delicate hues of her attire. Pink bangles adorned each of her delicate wrists, their soft jingles filling the room with an eerie, almost magical, sound. Dangling earrings swayed gently with her every movement, casting shimmering shadows on the walls. Her neck sparkled with a necklace that caught the light, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, loose and untamed. It was a startling transformation that bore an uncanny resemblance to Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha.
Scene 2: Frozen in Disbelief
Hafeez's heart raced as he tried to process the surreal scene before him. It was Rahul, transformed into a vision that looked exactly like Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha. He stood there, frozen in shock, his mind struggling to comprehend what his eyes were seeing.
"How could this be?" Hafeez stammered, his voice quivering with disbelief. He felt as though he had entered a realm of the impossible, where reality blurred into a fantastical dream. He could hardly believe that the person before him was not Ayesha but Rahul, his close friend, who had been concealing this incredible secret.
Scene 3: Rahul's Confession
Rahul, realizing that he had been discovered, felt a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension. He had never revealed this secret side of himself to Hafeez before. He had expected judgment, confusion, or rejection, but not this astonishing turn of events.
Trembling, she darted behind a curtain, her heart pounding in her chest. Hafeez called out to her, urging her not to hide. The room seemed to close in around them as she emerged from her hiding place, and with tears in her eyes, she confessed to being Rahul, his close friend.
Scene 4: Unraveling the Mystery
Hafeez stood there, still in shock, unable to comprehend the surreal turn of events. He had seen Ayesha—or someone who looked exactly like her—right in front of him, only to discover that it was Rahul, his best friend, who had been hiding behind this elaborate disguise.
"Why, Rahul?" Hafeez finally managed to ask, his voice a mix of confusion, frustration, and a tinge of hurt. He needed answers, needed to unravel the mystery that had just been thrust upon him.
Rahul, still trembling and clearly overwhelmed by the revelation, tried to explain. "Hafeez, I never meant for you to discover this way. It's a secret I've kept hidden, a part of me that I never shared with anyone."
Scene 5: Shattered Illusions
Hafeez's mind raced as he attempted to process the astonishing truth. The uncanny resemblance between Rahul and Ayesha had sent shivers down his spine. He had been convinced that he was witnessing a miracle, a reunion with his late wife, only to have that illusion shattered.
"Why, Rahul?" Hafeez finally managed to ask again, his voice softer this time, filled with a mixture of emotions. He needed to understand the motivations behind this extraordinary deception, and he looked at his best friend, waiting for answers to come to light.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:31)
Chapter 6: Rahul's Confession
Scene 1: A Courageous Revelation
With great courage, Rahul laid bare his secret to Hafeez. They sat in the softly lit room, the air heavy with the weight of the revelation. Rahul confessed that he was a crossdresser, a revelation that left the room charged with vulnerability and honesty. His voice quivered as he explained how he found solace and comfort in dressing as a Muslim woman when he was alone. His secret life had provided him with a sense of completeness and the profound beauty he discovered in the traditional attire.
Scene 2: Hafeez's Understanding
Hafeez listened attentively, his initial shock gradually giving way to understanding and empathy. He realized the immense courage it had taken for Rahul to reveal this deeply personal aspect of his life, especially in the context of their friendship. The complexities of Rahul's identity and the profound significance of this secret began to sink in.
Scene 3: The Striking Resemblance
As Rahul spoke, Hafeez couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between his friend and his late wife, Ayesha. The beauty Rahul radiated, enhanced by the traditional Muslim attire, captivated him. It was as though Ayesha's presence had returned, albeit in a different form. The room seemed to pulse with the uncanny resemblance, making the moment even more surreal.
Scene 4: The Unveiling of Emotions
The room seemed to hold its breath as Rahul bared his soul to Hafeez, sharing the intricate emotions and experiences that had led to this unique aspect of his life. The boundaries of their friendship, forged through years of shared adventures and mutual support, expanded to encompass this newfound revelation.
Scene 5: Acceptance and Understanding
Hafeez, a man who had faced his own share of challenges and loss, felt a growing sense of empathy and acceptance for his friend. He understood that Rahul's crossdressing was not a threat but rather a reflection of the multifaceted nature of their identities and the vibrant city of Mumbai they called home.
Scene 6: Navigating Uncharted Territory
In the midst of this revelation, Hafeez and Rahul found themselves navigating uncharted territory, bound by a deep friendship that transcended societal norms and expectations. The room, once filled with shock and confusion, began to resonate with a new understanding and acceptance of the complexities that made each of them unique.
Scene 7: The Strength of Friendship
As they sat together, sharing this intimate moment of vulnerability and truth, the lines between the past and the present, between the image of Ayesha and Rahul, blurred in a way that challenged their perceptions of identity and friendship. The journey ahead remained uncertain, but their friendship had weathered this test of honesty and acceptance, emerging stronger and more profound than ever before. The room, once a place of shock and revelation, transformed into a sanctuary of understanding and solidarity.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:31)
Chapter 7: A Unique Bond
Hafeez and Rahul's friendship took on a new dimension after that fateful day of revelation. Rather than allowing Rahul's secret to create distance between them, Hafeez embraced his friend's true self and encouraged him to be authentic. Rahul, in turn, found solace in Hafeez's acceptance and the opportunity to express himself as he had always longed to.
As days turned into weeks, Hafeez and Rahul began spending more time together, exploring the vibrant city of Mumbai with Rahul often dressed elegantly in shalwar kameez, anarkalis, or even contemporary jeans and tops. Hafeez made sure to respect Rahul's choices, ensuring that he felt comfortable and secure. Sometimes, when they ventured out, Rahul would wear a burqa to provide an extra layer of privacy and protection.
Their outings became a celebration of Rahul's true self. They visited bustling malls, where Rahul marveled at the latest fashion trends while Hafeez eagerly shared his insights about traditional and contemporary clothing. They strolled through lush gardens, the soft rustle of leaves and the fragrance of flowers providing a backdrop to their shared moments.
They even attended movies together, enjoying the thrill of cinematic storytelling while cherishing the freedom that Rahul felt when he could be his authentic self without judgment. It was a unique bond, one that transcended societal norms and expectations, and it deepened their friendship in ways they had never imagined.
As Rahul continued to explore and embrace his identity, Hafeez stood by his side as a pillar of support and understanding. The city of Mumbai, with its rich tapestry of diversity and acceptance, provided the perfect backdrop for their adventures.
Their journey together was a testament to the power of friendship, acceptance, and the profound impact of embracing one's true self. In the heart of Mumbai, where dreams and diversities intertwined, Hafeez and Rahul forged a unique bond that celebrated the beauty of authenticity and the richness of their shared experiences.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:32)
Chapter 8: An Unexpected Proposal
Scene 1: A Serene Afternoon
One sunny afternoon, amidst the tranquil surroundings of a serene park in Mumbai, Hafeez gathered the courage to propose to Rahul. The air was filled with the gentle rustling of leaves, and the warmth of the sun bathed them in its golden embrace, creating a moment of serenity amidst the bustling city.
Scene 2: A Vulnerable Heart
Hafeez turned to Rahul, his heart filled with hope and vulnerability. He asked, "Rahul, will you marry me and become the mother of my children?" It was a proposal that would change the course of their lives forever.
Scene 3: Rahul's Shock
Rahul was taken aback by the unexpected proposal. His eyes widened in shock as he grappled with the enormity of the request. The magnitude of this life-altering decision hung in the air, and he needed time to process its implications.
Scene 4: Hafeez's Explanation
Hafeez went on to explain the profound connection he felt between Rahul and his late wife, Ayesha. He expressed how Rahul's striking resemblance to her had rekindled a deep longing within him. It was a moment of both comfort and confusion, and Hafeez believed it was destiny that had brought Rahul into his life.
Scene 5: Rahul's Hesitation
Rahul, still processing the proposal, found his voice and gently replied, "Hafeez, I appreciate your feelings, and I cherish our friendship. But I am a man, and I have never considered being a mother. I am not sure I can be what you need in that way."
Scene 6: Hafeez's Conviction
Hafeez looked earnestly into Rahul's eyes, his conviction unwavering. He insisted, "But look at you, Rahul. There is not a trace of a man here. You are a beautiful woman who resembles Ayesha in every way. I believe it is destiny that has brought you into my life, and I want you to be the mother of my child."
Scene 7: Rahul's Decision
Rahul hesitated, torn between his own identity and the profound connection he shared with Hafeez. The weight of the decision pressed upon him as he contemplated the implications of such a life-altering choice. Finally, with a deep breath and a sense of determination, Rahul nodded and said, "Yes, Hafeez. I will do this for you, for us."
Scene 8: A Commitment Sealed with a Kiss
Overwhelmed with emotion, Hafeez leaned in and kissed Rahul, sealing their commitment to this unorthodox but deeply meaningful union. From that day forward, Rahul began a journey towards gender reassignment, taking steps to become a woman both legally and physically.
Scene 9: The Transformation
Months passed, and the day of the gender reassignment surgery arrived. Rahul embraced the transformation with courage and hope, knowing that it was a profound expression of love and commitment to Hafeez. After the surgery, Rahul emerged as a fully transitioned woman, and she chose to take the name Ayesha, honoring the memory of Hafeez's late wife.
Scene 10: A Unique Love Story
Their love story, filled with unexpected twists and turns, had brought them to a place of acceptance, love, and a unique family bond. In the heart of Mumbai, where the extraordinary often brushed against the everyday, Hafeez and Ayesha had embarked on a journey that defied convention but celebrated the beauty of love and authenticity. Their union was a testament to the power of love, transformation, and the unwavering commitment to embracing one's true self.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:34)
Chapter 9: The Marriage of Ayesha
Their union was a testament to love's enduring power and the authenticity of their connection. The day was bathed in the warm embrace of tradition, as Rahul, now gracefully known as Ayesha, Ayesha's reflection in the mirror was indeed a radiant vision, a testament to the beauty of tradition and transformation. Every detail of her attire and appearance spoke of the profound significance of the moment.
The Resplendent Green Lehenga Choli: The vibrant green lehenga choli she wore was a stunning choice. The color not only symbolized growth and harmony but also celebrated her new beginning as Mrs. Ayesha Hafeez Shaikh. The attire embraced her figure, accentuating her grace and elegance.
Intricate Embroidery and Detailing: The attire was adorned with intricate embroidery and detailing, which added layers of depth to her appearance. Each embellishment was a work of art, a symbol of the craftsmanship and attention to detail that had gone into creating this bridal masterpiece.
Enhancing Her Beauty: The attire didn't overpower Ayesha's beauty; it enhanced it. The colors and designs complemented her complexion and features, making her radiant and alluring. She truly looked like a bride who had stepped out of a fairytale.
The Mesmerizing Dance of Colors: As she twirled in her attire, the fabric swayed gracefully around her, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors. It was as if the lehenga choli was celebrating her newfound happiness and freedom, moving with her in perfect harmony.
In this moment, Ayesha's reflection in the mirror wasn't just a visual delight; it was a representation of her journey of self-discovery and acceptance. It was a reminder that love and authenticity could transform not only individuals but also the world around them, creating moments of sheer beauty and joy.
The Graceful Dupatta: The delicate dupatta that adorned Ayesha was a symbol of modesty and tradition. Its sheer fabric added an ethereal quality to her overall look, enhancing her elegance and charm. Positioned carefully, it framed her radiant face like a halo, drawing attention to her features and the happiness that shone in her eyes.
Translucent Beauty: The sheer quality of the dupatta allowed a hint of her features to shine through, adding to the allure of the moment. It was a perfect balance of modesty and sophistication, in line with their traditional wedding.
Emphasizing Elegance: The way the dupatta was draped over her head and shoulders emphasized her graceful posture and poise. It was a reminder that true beauty often lies in simplicity and grace.
Completing the Bridal Ensemble: The folds of the dupatta cascading down her shoulders completed her bridal ensemble. It was the final touch that transformed her into a vision of bridal perfection.
In this moment, as Ayesha stood before the mirror, the dupatta symbolized not only her commitment to tradition but also her acceptance of her new identity and the profound love that had brought her here. It was a reminder that in embracing her authentic self, she had found not only happiness but also a deep connection with the rich tapestry of tradition and culture.
Adornments of Tradition: Ayesha's bridal ensemble was a tapestry of tradition, and her jewelry played a pivotal role in adding depth and significance to her appearance.
Chiming Bangles: Ayesha's wrists were adorned with a multitude of bangles that chimed softly with her every movement. The delicate sound was a musical backdrop to her presence, symbolizing the harmonious journey she was embarking upon.
Necklaces and Rings: Traditional necklaces and rings graced her neck and fingers, each piece carrying its own story and significance. These were not mere ornaments but tokens of love, heritage, and the promise of a shared future.
The Striking Jhumar: The jhumar on her left side was a striking addition to her ensemble. Its intricate design accentuated her beauty and added an element of regal charm. It was a testament to the attention to detail that had gone into her bridal look.
The Elegant Hath Phool: The hath phool, an elegant piece of hand jewelry, further enriched her appearance. It symbolized the joining of two lives and two destinies, coming together in a moment of profound commitment.
In every piece of jewelry, there was a story, a legacy, and a promise. Ayesha wore these adornments not merely as accessories but as symbols of her transformation, her acceptance, and her deep commitment to Hafeez. Each piece added to the grandeur of her bridal look and spoke volumes about the rich cultural tapestry that had brought them to this moment.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:35)
The Symbolic Nose Ring: Among all the exquisite adornments, the traditional bridal big nose ring held a place of utmost significance. It was not merely jewelry; it was a symbol, an emblem that carried profound meaning.
New Identity: The nose ring signified Ayesha's new identity. It was a declaration to the world that she had embraced her role as a bride and wife, taking on the responsibilities and privileges that came with it. The nose ring marked her transition from Rahul to Ayesha, a journey of self-discovery and transformation.
Commitment: It represented the profound commitment Ayesha was making to Hafeez. By wearing this symbolic piece of jewelry, she pledged her love, loyalty, and dedication to their relationship. It was a visible reminder of the promises they had exchanged during their wedding vows.
Regal Beauty: The nose ring added a touch of regal beauty to Ayesha's already resplendent appearance. It accentuated her features, drawing attention to her face, and enhancing her overall bridal look. It was a symbol of her grace and elegance.
Tradition: As an integral part of bridal tradition, the nose ring connected Ayesha to the rich cultural heritage they were celebrating. It was a link to generations before them who had followed similar customs, and it honored the traditions that had shaped their lives.
In essence, the nose ring was more than an accessory; it was a profound statement of love, identity, and commitment. It adorned Ayesha's face, not as a mere piece of jewelry, but as a symbol of the beautiful journey she had embarked upon with Hafeez, embracing her true self and celebrating their love in all its authenticity.
The Exchange of Vows: The moment they exchanged vows was a culmination of their love and a testament to their commitment. Here's a detailed scene of this profound moment:
Gathering of Loved Ones: The venue was adorned with vibrant colors and soft lighting, creating an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy. Their loved ones, family, and close friends gathered around, their faces reflecting a mixture of joy and anticipation.
The Qazi's Presence: The qazi, a revered figure who would officiate their wedding, stood at the center of the gathering. Their presence commanded respect and added a sense of sanctity to the occasion.
Rahul to Ayesha: As Rahul, now known as Ayesha, stood by Hafeez's side, she looked radiant in her resplendent green lehenga choli and delicate dupatta. Her transformation into Ayesha was a testament to her journey of self-discovery and authenticity.
The Exchange of Vows: The air was thick with emotion as they exchanged vows. The qazi solemnly led them through the recitation of the sacred words, "qabool hai," meaning "I accept." Each utterance carried the weight of their commitment and love.
Sealing the Commitment: With every "qabool hai," their bond grew stronger. It was a moment that transcended gender and identity. Ayesha, who was once Rahul, officially became Mrs. Ayesha Hafeez Shaikh, the legally wedded wife of Hafeez Shaikh. Their love had found its rightful place in the eyes of the law and society.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023)
The Gaze of Affection: Throughout the exchange of vows, Ayesha and Hafeez exchanged affectionate glances. Their eyes spoke of the love, understanding, and acceptance they had found in each other. It was a visual affirmation of their deep connection.
Loved Ones' Blessings: As they concluded their vows, their loved ones showered them with blessings, smiles, and tears of happiness. It was a moment of unity and celebration, where the boundaries of tradition were stretched to accommodate the uniqueness of their love story.
In that sacred moment, their commitment was sealed not only by the words they spoke but by the profound love and authenticity that had brought them together. It was a wedding that defied conventions, celebrating the beauty of their love that transcended all boundaries.
This union was indeed far more than just a marriage; it was a magnificent celebration of love, authenticity, and the victorious embrace of one's true self. As Ayesha gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she was filled with a profound understanding that this wedding was a culmination of their extraordinary journey.
Reflection in the Mirror: Ayesha stood before the mirror, dressed in her resplendent bridal attire. Her reflection mirrored the transformation she had undergone—she was not only a bride but also a testament to the power of authenticity.
Embracing Their Journey: As she looked at herself, Ayesha was reminded of the incredible journey she and Hafeez had undertaken. It was a journey filled with challenges, self-discovery, and unwavering support. A journey that had led them to this momentous occasion.
A Beautiful Tapestry: Their wedding was a magnificent tapestry woven with threads of joy and tradition. The vibrant colors, the intricate jewelry, and the cultural significance of every detail all contributed to this beautiful composition. It was a celebration that transcended the confines of gender and societal norms.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:36)
The Muh Dukhai Ceremony: As they stepped into Hafeez's home, they were met with the warmth and affection of their loved ones. The muh dukhai ceremony was a cherished tradition, where Ayesha's beauty was praised and blessings were showered upon her. It was a moment of unity, where the joining of two souls was embraced with love and open hearts.
Their wedding wasn't just a singular event; it was a profound statement about the power of love and authenticity. It was a celebration of their unique journey, one that had brought them to this point of profound significance. Their love had conquered all obstacles and had emerged stronger, standing as a beacon of hope for those who dared to be true to themselves.
As the night wore on and the joyful festivities continued, the time came for Ayesha to be escorted to their bedroom. It was a moment filled with symbolism, as a veil delicately covered her head, signifying modesty and the sanctity of the impending moment. This simple act held profound meaning, marking the transition from a day of celebration to a night of intimacy and union.
Hafeez, Ayesha's loving husband, approached her with a demeanor of deep reverence and affection. His heart swelled with profound gratitude for the remarkable journey they had undertaken together. He saw in Ayesha not just the embodiment of love but also the embodiment of courage, acceptance, and the triumph of authenticity.
The bedroom awaited them, a space where they would embark on a new chapter of their lives as husband and wife. It was a night filled with anticipation, love, and the promise of a future built on the foundation of their enduring connection. As they crossed the threshold into this intimate space, they carried with them the beauty of their love story—a story that defied convention and celebrated the boundless possibilities of love and authenticity.
With utmost tenderness and care, Hafeez gently lifted Ayesha's veil, allowing it to cascade gracefully down her back. As the delicate fabric revealed her radiant face, he looked at her with a depth of admiration that transcended the physical beauty before him. In that intimate moment, he understood that Ayesha's beauty was not merely skin deep; it was a reflection of the love, acceptance, and authenticity that had brought them to this extraordinary point in their lives.
Their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding passed between them—a profound recognition of the journey they had undertaken together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had bound them so intricately.
With a gentle touch that conveyed the reverence of the moment, Hafeez removed Ayesha's nose ring. This symbolic act signified not only their newfound commitment to each other but also the intimacy they were about to share. It was a gesture that held the weight of their extraordinary love story.
Their lips met in a tender and affectionate kiss, a silent but powerful expression of gratitude, love, and the deep connection they shared. In response, Ayesha returned Hafeez's kiss, their hearts beating in harmony as they embraced this new phase of their relationship—a phase that promised to be filled with love, authenticity, and the celebration of their unique journey.
In the sanctuary of their bedroom, Ayesha embraced her role with a sense of trust and devotion, allowing herself to be submissive to Hafeez. Her trust in him was unwavering, a testament to the deep bond they had forged over the years. Hafeez, in turn, took on the dominant role with a profound sense of responsibility and care. He cherished the commitment Ayesha had willingly undertaken, not only to be his wife but also to care for his children and parents.
Their first night together as a married couple was a celebration of their love, their authenticity, and the journey they had undertaken together. Romance filled the air as they held each other close, their hearts beating in harmony with the profound connection they had nurtured over the years. In each other's arms, they discovered the profound joy of being together, a joy that extended beyond the physical and touched the very essence of their souls.
Bound not only by their deep love but also by the acceptance of their true selves, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives with hope and enthusiasm. It was a night that marked the beginning of their new life together—a life built on the foundation of love, authenticity, and the celebration of their unique journey. In the quiet moments of the night, as they lay together, they knew that their love was a testament to the enduring power of acceptance and the beauty of embracing one's true self.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:37)
Chapter 10: A New Beginning
The transition into married life brought a profound transformation to Ayesha's daily routine and attire. With grace and dedication, she had embraced her new role as the wife and mother in Hafeez's household, while also paying homage to the memory of Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha.
Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Ayesha stood before her wardrobe, her reflection softly illuminated by the dawn's golden glow. The choices before her held not only the promise of a new day but also the embodiment of her evolving identity and commitment.
Her wardrobe was a testament to the blend of her personal style and the traditional garments that came to define her new role. Shalwar kameez in an array of colors hung neatly, a fusion of her own fashion sense and the cultural expectations that now enveloped her life.
Yet, amid the vibrant palette of colors, one outfit held a cherished place in her heart—a green shalwar kameez. It wasn't just a piece of clothing; it was a symbol of her dedication and love for Hafeez, an emblem of the cultural traditions they both held dear. The verdant fabric represented not only the lush tapestry of their shared life but also the responsibilities she had willingly embraced.
With meticulous care, she would choose the green ensemble, appreciating the symbolism it carried. As the soft fabric cascaded around her, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her role as a wife and mother, a role she had wholeheartedly adopted. This daily ritual of dressing was a reminder of her commitment to love, to family, and to honoring the memory of the woman who had once held the place she now occupied in their lives.
Ayesha's daily attire was more than just clothing; it was a canvas for the sentimental jewelry that once graced Hafeez's late wife, Ayesha. Each piece carried with it a piece of their shared history, a connection to the past that she wore with reverence.
Every morning, as she prepared to face the world, Ayesha would carefully select these precious adornments. It was a ritual of respect, a nod to the memories and love that were deeply etched into these treasured items.
In her ears, she hung the dangling earrings, their polished gems and intricate designs swaying gently with her every move. The melodious chiming of these earrings was like a whisper from the past, a constant reminder of the woman she had replaced and the legacy she was now a part of.
The necklace, delicate and timeless, adorned her neck like a chain of memories. It was a tangible link to the past, a symbol of the enduring love that had once been, and a connection she now shared with Hafeez.
The bangles, encircling her wrists, chimed softly with every gesture, their dulcet tones like a whispered conversation between past and present. They were more than mere ornaments; they were symbols of continuity, a bridge between two women who had both held a special place in Hafeez's heart.
As she moved, the payal, or anklets, added a musical rhythm to her steps. Their delicate tinkling sounds echoed through the house, a song of togetherness and transition.
Finally, the toe ring, with its intricate design, adorned her foot, serving as a connection to the traditions that now shaped her new life. It was a small but significant detail, a reminder that every step she took was infused with a rich cultural heritage.
In the quiet moments of the morning, as she donned these precious pieces, Ayesha felt the weight of responsibility and the warmth of tradition. She wore them not as mere adornments but as symbols of her dedication to the family she had become a part of—a family that honored the past while embracing the future.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:39)
Within their home, Ayesha took on the responsibilities of managing Hafeez's household. This encompassed various tasks such as cooking, cleaning, and ensuring that their home remained tidy and welcoming. Her commitment extended to the well-being and development of Hafeez's children, and she took on the role of nurturing and guiding them. Ayesha also closely followed their academic progress, ensuring they received the necessary support in their studies and personal growth.
Hafeez's parents, devout believers in Allah and strict adherents to Islamic traditions, had created a home that was a haven of faith and spirituality. Their deep reverence for their religion was evident in every corner of their household. Prayer mats adorned the floors, always ready to be unfurled for moments of devotion. Quranic verses were lovingly framed and hung on the walls, serving as a constant reminder of their faith and the teachings they held dear. The fragrance of incense wafted through the air, a soothing presence that added to the atmosphere of reverence.
Despite their unwavering religious devotion, Hafeez's parents were known not only for their deep faith but also for their remarkable degree of acceptance and open-heartedness. Their love for their faith was matched by their love for their family and community. They welcomed diversity with open arms, understanding that Allah's creations were beautifully varied, and that each person brought a unique richness to their lives.
Their home was not just a place of worship but also a place of warmth and inclusivity. Friends and family from all walks of life were greeted with kindness and respect. Their commitment to Islamic traditions was intertwined with a deep sense of compassion, a reminder that faith was not just about rituals but also about the way one treated others.
In the heart of this devout household, where the echoes of prayer and the fragrance of incense blended seamlessly with the laughter of loved ones, Ayesha found herself embraced not only by the religious traditions but also by the love and acceptance of Hafeez's family. It was a home where faith and love coexisted harmoniously, a testament to the power of compassion and the beauty of acceptance.
With patience and love, they guided Ayesha through her journey of embracing Islam, helping her learn the Quranic verses and the prayers. They provided her with books on Islamic teachings and engaged in heartfelt discussions about faith. Ayesha's transformation from her previous identity to her present one as a devout Muslim was not just supported; it was celebrated.
In their home, Ayesha found not only acceptance but also a spiritual family who cared deeply for her well-being and her relationship with Allah. The strength of their faith was matched by the boundless love they extended to her, and in their union, they discovered the beauty of shared values and a shared journey of faith.
The transformation into Islam and her new role as a traditional Muslim housewife posed significant challenges for Ayesha. her previous identity as a male added layers of complexity to this transition. It required her to navigate a profound shift in both her personal beliefs and her daily life.
Yet, what carried her through these challenges was her deep and abiding love for Hafeez and her unwavering dedication to her new family. Ayesha recognized that this journey was not just about her; it was about honoring her commitment to Hafeez and his parents. It was about becoming the wife and mother they needed her to be.
With determination and grace, Ayesha embraced her role as a Muslim woman. She delved into the teachings of Islam, learning the Quranic verses and the daily prayers. She sought guidance from Hafeez's parents, who lovingly mentored her on matters of faith and tradition. They provided her with books and resources to aid in her understanding of Islamic values and practices.
Ayesha's commitment to this transformation was not merely a surface-level change; it ran deep into her heart and soul. She recognized the beauty in the rich tapestry of Islamic traditions and values, and she integrated them into her daily life with sincerity and devotion.
Her journey was not without its struggles and moments of doubt, but her love for Hafeez and her newfound faith provided her with the strength to persevere. Through this transformation, Ayesha discovered a profound sense of purpose and a deepening connection with her new family. It was a journey of love, faith, and self-discovery, and she walked it with unwavering determination.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:40)
Scene 1: Embracing the Shalwar Kameez
Ayesha's journey towards becoming a devout Muslim wife began with her daily attire. Every morning, she would stand before her wardrobe, a fusion of her past style and her new identity. The collection included shalwar kameez sets in various colors, but among them, the green shalwar kameez held a special place.
With the guidance of her mother-in-law, she carefully selected the green ensemble, understanding the symbolism it carried. It was more than just clothing; it was a reflection of her commitment to Hafeez and the cultural traditions they held dear. As she draped herself in the flowing fabric, she felt the weight of her responsibilities as a wife and mother, a role she had embraced with wholehearted devotion.
Scene 2: Adorning the Sentimental Jewelry
Ayesha's daily attire was not complete without the jewelry that once belonged to Hafeez's late wife. Each piece carried its own story, and wearing them was a gesture of respect and continuity.
In her ears, she hung the dangling earrings, not just one pair but four earrings in each ear in total. The lower holes held the delicate dangling earrings, while the upper holes featured three small rings. These earrings chimed softly with her every move, a constant reminder of the woman she had replaced.
Her wrists sparkled with the presence of approximately 12 bangles. Four gold bangles adorned each hand, totaling 32 bangles in all. The melodious chiming of these bangles was like a whispered conversation between past and present, a connection to the traditions that had shaped their family.
The application of henna on her hands became an integral part of her appearance. Intricate designs and patterns adorned her hands, showcasing the artistry of her cultural heritage and the beauty of her transformation. Each curl and swirl told a story, a testament to her journey of embracing her new identity.
Scene 3: Long Hair and Nose Pin
The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Ayesha's bedroom. It was a new day, and with it came another opportunity for Ayesha to embrace her true self. She stood before her vanity mirror, her reflection radiating a quiet confidence that was hard-earned.
As her fingers delicately brushed through her hair, she couldn't help but marvel at its transformation. Once hidden beneath masculine cuts, her hair now cascaded down to her hips like a waterfall of ebony silk. It was a symbol of her journey, a testament to her authenticity, and a celebration of her femininity.
Ayesha relished the ritual of styling her long hair, for it was more than just a daily routine; it was an expression of her true identity. She began by sectioning her hair, gently parting it into neat divisions. With practiced precision, she wove it into intricate braids, each plait a testament to her newfound freedom.
The act of braiding was almost meditative, a moment of reflection and affirmation. As she intertwined each strand, it felt as though she was weaving together the threads of her past and present, creating a tapestry of identity that was uniquely hers. She would often experiment with different styles, sometimes opting for a single thick braid cascading down her back, and other times creating a crown of smaller braids that framed her face with elegant femininity.
On some days, Ayesha chose to let her long hair flow freely, a declaration of her newfound authenticity. As she shook her head slightly, the ebony waves danced in the air, shimmering like a cascade of midnight stars. The sensation of her hair against her shoulders and back was a constant reminder of the profound transformation she had undergone. It was a symbol of her inner freedom, a celebration of her womanhood, and a testament to the beauty of living one's truth.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:40)
Ayesha couldn't help but smile at her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair was not just an accessory; it was a statement, a declaration of her true self. It represented the courage to break free from societal expectations, the strength to embrace her identity, and the beauty that emerged when authenticity was allowed to flourish.
In the serene moments before dawn, when the world was still shrouded in a gentle, hushed darkness, Ayesha would often find herself sitting before her dressing table. The faint glow of a single lamp illuminated her reflection in the mirror, casting a soft, golden hue upon her features. It was a time when the world was asleep, and the world belonged solely to her and Hafeez.
One of her most treasured rituals was selecting a nose pin for the day. The prominent nose pin that signified her married status to Hafeez was always there, a constant symbol of her commitment and devotion. But Ayesha had an array of nose pins, each with its unique design and charm. She would wear different ones to please her beloved husband.
The collection ranged from delicate floral patterns to intricate geometric shapes, from those adorned with colorful gemstones to others crafted with elegant simplicity. Each nose pin told a story, a story of love and the desire to make her husband's heart skip a beat.
Hafeez, who cherished every moment with Ayesha, had a fondness for this daily ritual. He would often sit beside her, admiring the way her eyes sparkled as she contemplated her choices. It was a dance of affection, as they both knew that Ayesha's nose pin was not just an accessory but a declaration of their love.
Sometimes, when Ayesha was undecided, Hafeez would gently reach out and take one of the nose pins in his hand. With tender fingers, he would slide it into place on Ayesha's delicate nose, his touch causing her heart to flutter. His choices were always thoughtful, reflecting his deep understanding of her preferences.
As the nose pin settled into its rightful place, Ayesha would turn to her husband, a radiant smile on her face. It was a silent exchange of love, a wordless expression of their bond. In those moments, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they shared.
The day would begin with this intimate exchange, a celebration of their love that transcended words. Ayesha knew that, regardless of which nose pin she wore, it was the love and devotion she carried in her heart that truly made her beautiful in Hafeez's eyes.
And so, their mornings were filled with this gentle dance of nose pins, a reminder that love was not merely spoken but expressed in the smallest, most meaningful gestures. With each day, their love grew stronger, and the collection of nose pins became a testament to their enduring commitment and the beauty of their unique love story.
Scene 4: Necklace, Mangalsutra, Payal, and Toe Ring
Around her neck, she wore a necklace and a mangalsutra, both carrying deep cultural significance. These adornments represented the ties that bound her to her husband and their shared traditions. They were symbols of love, commitment, and continuity.
Her legs were adorned with heavy payal, anklets that added a musical rhythm to her steps. The delicate toe ring connected her to the traditions that now defined her life, a reminder of her new role and responsibilities.
Scene 5: Minimal Makeup
Ayesha's daily routine included minimal makeup, including lipstick and eyeliner. While not extravagant, this makeup was considered essential in her appearance. It reflected her commitment to presenting herself as a devout Muslim wife and embracing the traditions that had become an integral part of her life.
Through these changes in attire, adornments, and grooming, Ayesha's transformation was a testament to her sincerity and dedication. It was a journey of self-discovery and a reflection of her unwavering commitment to her faith, her husband, and her new family.
Ayesha's dedication to her new role extended beyond her daily attire and adornments. When she ventured outside, she meticulously adhered to Islamic customs by wearing a burqa. This practice was not merely a matter of clothing; it was a profound expression of her commitment to maintaining modesty in accordance with cultural norms and religious values.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:41)
The burqa concealed her physical appearance, allowing her to move through the world while preserving her privacy and modesty. It was a symbol of her deep respect for the cultural and religious values of her new family and a testament to her unwavering love for Hafeez.
Despite her initial background and the personal challenges she faced during her journey of transformation, Ayesha embraced these practices wholeheartedly. Her commitment was a reflection of her dedication to her faith, her husband, and her new family, showcasing the depth of her love and her willingness to embrace a new way of life.
Through her unwavering dedication, Ayesha not only found acceptance but also became a cherished member of their devout Muslim community. Her story was a shining example of how love, faith, and the willingness to embrace change can bridge divides and create a harmonious tapestry of shared values and beliefs. In the end, it was not just her transformation into a devout Muslim woman but also her transformation into a beloved daughter, sister, and wife that defined her remarkable journey.
Despite the challenges and responsibilities, Ayesha embraced her new life with unwavering love and dedication. Her journey as Hafeez's wife was a testament to her commitment not only to him but also to their family and the cultural and religious traditions that had shaped their lives.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:41)
Chapter 11: A Mother's Love
Ayesha's bond with Salma and Junaid, Hafeez's children, deepened with each passing day. The children affectionately called her "ammi," the Urdu word for mother, and she embraced this role with unwavering love and dedication. Ayesha's nurturing presence helped fill the void that the loss of their biological mother had left in their hearts.
She devoted herself to their well-being, offering comfort, guidance, and affection. Ayesha became an integral part of their lives, assisting with their studies, preparing their favorite meals, and being there to listen to their joys and concerns. In her, Salma and Junaid found not only a motherly figure but also a friend and confidante.
Ayesha's love and care extended beyond the children to Hafeez's parents, who had once been her in-laws and had now become cherished members of her family. She shared a special bond with Hafeez's mother, a woman who had once welcomed her into the family. Their relationship had transformed over the years, evolving from a traditional mother-in-law dynamic to a deep and genuine connection.
In the heart of their home, amidst the love and support of her new family, Ayesha found fulfillment in her role as a mother and wife. Her journey had led her to a place where she could provide love and support to those who needed it most, and in return, she received boundless affection and acceptance.
Chapter 12: A Journey of Acceptance
As time passed, Ayesha embarked on a profound journey of self-acceptance. She came to fully embrace her identity as a Muslim woman, not only in her attire but also in her heart. Her transformation was a testament to her resilience and love for Hafeez and his family.
Ayesha wholeheartedly adopted the customs and beliefs of her new family. She wore shalwar kameez, anarkali dresses, or sarees with grace and elegance when at home. These traditional outfits became an integral part of her daily life, a symbol of her dedication to her role as a wife and mother.
When venturing outside, Ayesha followed the customs of her adopted culture with unwavering commitment. She donned a burqa, a symbol of modesty and respect for her community's traditions. Her adaptation to these customs was gradual but filled with love and respect for her new life.
In her heart, Ayesha found a profound acceptance of herself and her place within her family. Her journey was a testament to the transformative power of love and the boundless capacity of the human spirit to evolve and adapt.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:42)
Chapter 14: A Love That Grows
Hafeez's love for Ayesha, the woman he had once known as Rahul, remained unwavering and strong. He continued to shower her with affection, pampering her and ensuring her every need was met. Their love had transcended boundaries of identity and gender, evolving into a profound and enduring bond.
Their nights together were filled with romance, and their days were marked by companionship and shared experiences. Whether it was simple moments of laughter or deeper conversations, Ayesha and Hafeez found joy in each other's company.
Ayesha's presence had brought a renewed sense of warmth and happiness into Hafeez's life. She had become not just his wife but also his confidante, his partner in every sense of the word. Their love story was a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and the enduring strength of their connection.
In the vibrant city of Mumbai, where love stories unfolded against the backdrop of a bustling metropolis, Ayesha and Hafeez's love continued to grow and thrive, reminding us all that love transcends boundaries and embraces the beauty of the human heart.
Chapter 15: The Miracle
As life settled into a comfortable rhythm for Ayesha and Hafeez, a new and unexpected chapter was about to unfold. Ayesha began to experience bouts of nausea and unexplained fatigue that left her puzzled and concerned. Alarmed by her symptoms, Hafeez decided to take her to the doctor to get to the bottom of this mystery.
In the doctor's office, they awaited the verdict with bated breath. Their anticipation grew as the doctor conducted tests and examinations. And then, like a miracle, the astonishing news was delivered – Ayesha was pregnant.
The revelation was a moment of profound joy and wonder. Ayesha and Hafeez were filled with a mixture of excitement, amazement, and a touch of trepidation. Their love, which had already defied conventions and brought them together in a unique and beautiful way, was now giving rise to a new chapter in their lives.
Chapter 16: A Joyous Celebration
The revelation of Ayesha's pregnancy brought unparalleled joy and wonder to their lives. It was a moment that felt like a miracle, a testament to the unpredictable and beautiful twists that life could take. Ayesha and Hafeez were filled with immense happiness and gratitude as they embraced the reality of impending parenthood.
To celebrate this precious moment in their lives, Ayesha and Hafeez decided to hold a godh bharai, a traditional Indian baby shower. Their decision was a reflection of the love and support they had received from their family and friends throughout their unique journey.
Surrounded by their loved ones, they gathered for the godh bharai, a joyous celebration filled with laughter, music, and the vibrant colors of tradition. It was a moment of unity, where their family and friends came together to honor the impending arrival of their child and offer their blessings and well wishes.
Ayesha (Monday, 25 September 2023 23:43)
Chapter 17: A New Beginning
Nine months after the revelation of Ayesha's pregnancy, amidst tears of joy and a profound sense of wonder, Ayesha and Hafeez welcomed a beautiful baby girl into their lives. Their family was now complete, and their hearts overflowed with love, gratitude, and the knowledge that their unique journey had led them to this precious moment.
The birth of their daughter was a testament to the extraordinary power of love and acceptance. It was a symbol of their unwavering commitment to one another, their family, and the values that had guided them throughout their incredible journey.
In the vast and diverse mosaic of Mumbai, where dreams intersected and cultures coexisted, Rahul's transformation into Ayesha, a devoted wife and mother, had become an extraordinary tale of love, acceptance, and the courage to be true to oneself. Their love story was a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit and the boundless capacity of the heart to love without boundaries.
As they embraced the beginning of this new chapter as parents, Ayesha and Hafeez's love story would forever be a shining example of the remarkable journey that had brought them together—a journey filled with acceptance, resilience, and the celebration of love in all its beautiful forms.
Rashi (Tuesday, 26 September 2023 13:57)
So gay!! Waste of space!
Mahi (Wednesday, 27 September 2023 03:01)
Gay theme is worst here. Please don't waste the space here adding gay and maid themes.
Regards
Rohi (Thursday, 28 September 2023 23:48)
That's true please don't write on gay themes.
Priya (Friday, 29 September 2023 01:16)
New World and Come Back 2 waiting for u r stories
Ramya (Saturday, 30 September 2023 09:21)
New World & Comeback 2 Waiting for the next updates
Ayesha (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 03:14)
For you information #Mahi & #Rashi most of the story on this website are gay theme, you are finding my story waste of space and go and get screwed urself and who the hell are you to lecture me. R u funding or spending some kinda money on this website. half of the story are on same them
Nope (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 04:14)
No more gay stories please.
Pavithra (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 04:20)
Let it be a pure crossdressing stories. I agree please no gay themes and maid it's not at all a good concept. Let it be simple CD stories.
Check this out (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 05:17)
funstories20.blogspot.com
NEW STORIES POSTED
Thankyou
Its a nice concept added. Awesome!
Please continue we are waiting
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 12:52)
Pamper Weekend:
Fatima Sheikh sat up in bed and yawned. She looked at her bedside clock — just ten. At that moment a light knock sounded at the door. “Enter,” she called lazily. the door opened, and in came Pari with her breakfast, right on time.
She watched him (yes, reader, ‘him’) lazily, eyes sill half-closed, as he minced over to her bedside, moving very carefully so as to ensure that his saree did not get stuck in his legs. To her gratification, she distinctly heard Pari's blouse creak as he bent stiffly over to place her breakfast tray on the bedside table. He straightened again, curtsied, took a few steps back, and stood at attention in the way she had taught him — head up, back straight, arms by his sides, feet together — waiting to be dismissed.
Fatima ignored him as she drank her tea and ate her toast. But she watched him from the corner of her eye. When she saw his fingers nervously rubbing the edges of his hems, she called out “stop fidgeting, Pari!” and the movement of the fingers stopped.
Finishing her tea, she turned to look at him. She liked to check his uniform at random times throughout the day. For Pari was, as always, in full uniform. This morning, it being the weekend, he was in his special ‘display’ uniform. All his uniforms where frilly and bright and girly, but this one — well, let's describe it, shall we? It consisted of an embroidered saree, pink with white golden trim. The pink blouse was backless, and the neckline of blouse descended to just below the nipples, which stuck pertly out. They had been ‘enhanced’ with plenty of pink rouge, making them even more pink and prominent, and from each hung a silver ring. Over the blouse were two golden necklaces, and Under the blouse, Pari had real DD breast implants, and so his nipples, up and out. His plucked eyebrows had been replaced by two bold, turquoise streaks; his lips were an extravagant cupid's-bow executed in pink lipstick. As always, Pari's make-up was color-coordinated with the colors of his saree. He wore dangling hoop earrings, and mangtika. His hand were adorned with 12 pink color coordinated bangles, and pink nail polish.
Fatima loved the display uniform. She liked to think of it as her own design, though her dressmaker Jasmin had helped her with the technical details. It was not really practical for everyday wear, especially not with the risk of being seen outside such as when hanging the washing. So during the week Pari wore a slightly less revealing uniform though goodness knows, feminine enough! but Fatima insisted that Pari always wear the display uniform on the week-ends. She loved the easy access it provided to his body. She liked to wander up as he stood at the sink washing her undies, and casually grope her from behind, fondling a bum cheek, stroking a thigh, or cupping a pair of very full and heavy, though now hairless, balls... or she would bring her hands round and stroke his exposed nipples. She had to be careful not do this too often, since it inevitably resulted in her needing relief from Pari's servile tongue. It was not unusual for Fatima to enjoy half a dozen ‘quickies’ in the course of a single Saturday or Sunday; that in addition to the long, slow, leisurely love-making she enjoyed before going to sleep. For a quickie, she simply pulled her knickers down, not even bothering to wait for Pari to do it for her, sprawled into an arm-chair or sofa, had Pari kneel before her, draped her big, shapely legs across his shoulders, and closed her eyes and surrendered herself to pure pleasure as he put his tongue busily to work. Oh, yes! Pamper weekends were heavenly!
“Clear those things away,” she said, yawning. “I am soo sleeply still, I think I shall stay in bed this morning. Wake me at eleven.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” Pari responded in a low, controlled voice. He had to be very careful not to show the slightest sign of sulkiness or discontent. He came forward, collected the breakfast tray, and minced carefully towards the door. Fatima watched his bottom wiggling in the saree, and noticed with approval how careful he was to keep noise from his jewelry quiet. He had to be careful. It was just possible to keep ‘quiet’, as Fatima delighted in calling it, but it took constant care and attention. If he did not take that constant care, pay that constant attention, his wife's voice was sure to ring out in mocking reprimand: ‘tits, bits and bum, Pari!’ In the early days, when this outrageously feminine costume was brand-new, those words had rang well-nigh constantly in his ears.
Alone again in her warm, comfortable bed, Fatima was well satisfied that the work-week was over at last, and that she now had a nice long weekend to spend being pampered by Pari. She thought a pedicure and manicure were definitely in order, and a few nice all-body massages with scented oils. How lovely! Nowadays, every weekend was a pamper weekend!
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 12:52)
Pamper Weekend 2:
Downstairs, Pari bustled about, trying to get as much done as possible before the Mistress of the house called him up to dress her. Because once she was up, he would if past experience of the weekend was any guide, be dancing attendance on her willy-nilly, and it would be difficult indeed to fit everything else in.
At eleven o'clock precisely, Pari returned to Madame's bedroom to rouse her. She was already awake. “Quick shower first I think,” she remarked, still sleepy. Regally naked, she rose from the bed and walked regally naked to the bathroom. After a quick wash, she called Pari to dry her. Then Pari dressed her.
She decided to have her manicure and pedicure done straight away, and then wait until the afternoon for her massage.
Through dint of much practice, Pari had become quite the beautician. He had to do his own as well, of course, though for her male maid Fatima favoured a low-key, practical approach: nothing fancy, just pale-pink varnish on fingernails and toenails to match his frock and lipstick. So now he carefully filed Madame's fingernails, then applied varnish; then did the same with her toenails. Fatima reclined at her ease, watching him with utter contentment. The beauty treatment finished, she languidly dismissed her male maid to more of his never-ending chores, and picked up a book.
After some desultory reading in her latest novel, Fatima yawned and stretched and decided that she felt just right for a massage with scented oils, and then perhaps a short late afternoon nap before dinner. She rang for Pari, who appeared in a trice as if by magic, curtsied, and with a polite “Yes, Ma'am” placed himself at her disposal.
“My massage now,” she told him. “Yes, Ma'am.”
And soon Fatima was stretched out naked on her massage table, her big body gleaming with scented oil all over, writhing in ecstasy under her male maid's rubbing, stroking, kneading hands. They were was not too hard, not too soft; they were just the way she liked.
Later, dinner was served by Pari in the dining room. While Madame dined, Pari stood attentively, waiting to serve. Fatima considered herself a caring, even a loving, Mistress; but allowing Pari to dine with her she considered out of the question. He was after all a servant. No, Pari would take his meal in the kitchen, after clearing up after her.
After dinner, Madame reclined with a glass of wine in the living room to watch her favourite TV programme. And, as usual as the week-end, it was early to bed — accompanied by Pari.
That night, having spent over an hour pleasing his big strict owner with his mouth, and having been, as was now usual, denied any relief himself, he was allowed the privilege of spending the night in her bed. A treat he could by no means take for granted these days. Often he was dismissed when Madame preferred the bed to herself, and retired to the narrow cot crammed into the tiny spare room that now doubled as his dressing room and his bedroom. Exhausted after his long, long day, he would undress, clean his make-up off, put on his nightie, and would soon be fast asleep, recuperating to get ready for another long day of domestic drudgery.
THE END
Amritha (Tuesday, 03 October 2023 22:19)
https://monkeytales2k.blogspot.com/
Must read
Amritha (Wednesday, 04 October 2023 01:24)
Nice stories
Shriya (Saturday, 07 October 2023 01:49)
**The Deceptive Swap**
Ravi had always wanted to visit Agra, and after years of planning, he finally set foot in the city known for the iconic Taj Mahal. However, his trip took a strange turn on his first day there.
**The Deceptive Swap: Part 1 - The Unexpected Encounter**
Ravi stepped out of the Agra railway station, feeling a mix of excitement and awe. The historic city had always fascinated him with its stories of love, bravery, and architecture. He had meticulously planned this trip, marking out all the places he wanted to visit, starting with the majestic Taj Mahal.
As he made his way through the ancient streets, he felt the weight of history all around him. The scent of kebabs and jalebis wafted through the air, and the sound of local vendors advertising their wares filled the atmosphere.
It was in one such market street that Ravi first saw her. A young woman, who looked startlingly similar to him, was weaving her way through the crowd, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. The uncanny resemblance wasn't lost on him. She could have been his twin.
Before he could process the strange coincidence, Ravi noticed the group of burly men chasing her. They were shouting angrily, their intentions clearly malicious. Without a second thought, he tried to intercept them, hoping to buy her some time. But the crowded market proved to be a maze, and before he could reach them, she had disappeared down a narrow alley.
Shaken and curious, Ravi tried to follow, but the winding lanes of Agra were confusing for a newcomer. Feeling a tad guilty for not being able to help, he decided to head back to his hotel, a quaint heritage property he had booked for his stay.
But the universe had other plans for him. Just as he was keying in his room number, he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he was face-to-face with the same woman. She looked even more terrified now, her eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route.
Before Ravi could utter a word, she whispered, "Please, let me in." Her plea was so earnest that he found himself complying without a thought.
Once inside, she quickly bolted the door and turned to face him, her expression desperate. "Listen, I don't have much time. Those men, they're after me. I need your help."
Ravi was about to ask her why when he felt a sudden dizziness. The room seemed to spin, and he realized, a moment too late, that she had sprayed something in his face. His last conscious thought was of the sheer disbelief at the turn his trip had taken, before darkness claimed him.
Shriya (Saturday, 07 October 2023 01:51)
**The Deceptive Swap: Part 2 - A Perilous Deception**
When Ravi awoke, he felt disoriented, his mind foggy. As he tried to sit up, he noticed the weight of unfamiliar clothing and the sensation of long hair draped over his shoulders. His confusion deepened when he caught a glimpse of himself in the room's full-length mirror.
The woman had perfectly transformed him into her likeness. The wig was meticulously arranged to look natural, and makeup concealed any distinguishing features that could reveal his true identity.
Ravi pieced together what must have happened: to escape her pursuers, the woman had used him as a decoy. She knew they wouldn't recognize her in male attire, but he would be easily mistaken for her, given their uncanny resemblance.
His heart raced as he heard muffled voices from outside the room. The goons were approaching. In a desperate bid to get away, Ravi tried the window, but it was locked, and he couldn't find the key. With little choice, he hid in the bathroom, hoping they'd leave if they didn't find "her."
The door burst open, and the goons poured in. Their search was methodical and relentless. It didn't take them long to find Ravi, huddled in the corner of the bathroom. They laughed, believing they had captured the woman they were chasing.
"Thought you could escape, did you?" one sneered, pulling Ravi to his feet and gagging him before he could protest.
As they dragged him out of the hotel, Ravi caught a fleeting glimpse of the woman, now convincingly disguised as him, blending seamlessly into the crowd.
Back at their hideout, Ravi was bound and thrown into a dimly lit room. The goons seemed pleased, thinking they had captured the elusive woman. Ravi tried to communicate, but his efforts were met with laughter and mockery.
In the solitude of his captivity, Ravi's mind raced. He knew he had to escape, but he also realized that merely running wouldn't be enough. He needed to find the woman and confront her, demand answers, and reclaim his identity.
Late that night, Ravi managed to free one of his hands. Slowly, painstakingly, he worked on the ropes binding him. By dawn, he had freed himself. He decided to wait for the right moment to make his escape. The goons would soon discover they had the wrong person, and Ravi needed to be prepared.
Outside, the sun began its ascent, casting an orange glow over the city of Agra. And as the city woke up to another day, Ravi readied himself for the most challenging adventure of his life.
Shriya (Saturday, 07 October 2023 01:53)
**The Deceptive Swap: Part 3 - The Unknowing Facade**
When Ravi came to, his surroundings were unfamiliar, and a weight pulled at his shoulders. Confused, he looked down to find himself dressed in a saree, ornate jewelry adorning his body. Before he could process this, a sharp pain throbbed in his head, and he found it impossible to remember who he was or how he got there.
Staring at his reflection, all he saw was a middle-aged woman—an 'aunty'. Ravi’s mind was a blank slate, unable to recall any of his past. His world now consisted of household chores, community gatherings, and the life of a traditional Indian woman. The saris, bindis, and bangles became his new normal. Without any contradicting memories, Ravi fully embraced his role as the beloved neighborhood aunty.
Unknown to him and everyone else, the only person aware of the swap was the woman who had orchestrated it all. She seamlessly slid into Ravi's life, wearing his clothes, attending his job, and even wooing his girlfriend, Maya. Her act was so convincing that Maya, overwhelmed by the apparent changes in "Ravi's" affection and attention, fell even more in love.
Months passed, and the woman, savoring the privileges and affections that came with Ravi's life, proposed to Maya. The joyous wedding was the talk of the town. As they exchanged vows, Maya looked into the eyes of the woman, thinking she was looking into the soul of her beloved Ravi, never suspecting the truth.
The woman's life was filled with luxuries, love, and a partner who adored her. Every night, as she lay beside Maya, she felt a twinge of guilt thinking about the real Ravi, lost and trapped in a life he did not choose. But the allure of her new life was too strong, and she continued to live the lie.
As for Ravi, the memories of his true identity remained locked away. The bustling streets of Agra, his office, and even Maya’s face—all were buried deep within, replaced by the tales and gossips he now shared with his fellow aunties in the neighborhood.
Two souls, intertwined by deception, unknowingly lived each other's lives. One relishing the stolen luxuries and the other, lost in a world of traditional melodies and vibrant sarees. The echoes of their past were drowned by the vibrant rhythm of their present.
Jj (Saturday, 07 October 2023 03:24)
J
Priya (Sunday, 08 October 2023 10:53)
Come back 2 and new world waiting for u r stories
Yes (Sunday, 08 October 2023 13:18)
Coming back
friends 1 (Sunday, 08 October 2023 16:12)
trying to write pure cross dressing story...
nithin was coming out of their apartment, locking the door.. he was wearing sky blue tshirt, jeans, and with his college back pack.
from the opposite apartment, gita was sending her daughter off as well..
divya/d: bye mom..
g: bye divya, careful, I shouldn't get any complaints that you are involved in ragging juniors..okay..
divya was in second year of college, whereas nithin is in first year..
g: nithin, why are you locking the door, isn't your mom home?
n: no aunty, she went on a business trip, she will be back in few days..
g: ohh, divya, you have'nt met our new neighbor right, he is nithin, and nithin, this is divya..
n: hi divya.. he said as he was staring at one of the most beautiful girl he ever met, divya was in jeans, top, and her hair in a braid that was coming until her breasts..
divya on the other hand didn't feel any magic, but was amazed at one aspect of nithin...
his uniquely long hair that was in a huge bun..
d: hi nithin..
and they didn't speak anything, as they walked together to the bus stop..
they both sat on a bench at the bus stop
divya sensed a bit of fear in nithin, his hands were shaking a bit..
d: heyy nithin are you worried about ragging..
and she hold his hand..
n: no I am not.. he said acting bravely even though he is scared of what happened to his friends last week.. and pulled her hand from under hers..
divya thought he is hiding it, and wanted to distract him..
she asked a few questions, to which he expectedly calmed down.. and again she said..
d: I like your hair bun, looks like you have such thick long hair..
nithin was taken by surprise, he doesn't like talking about his hair with others..
n: it is not that long.. he said with a pout on his face..
Samantha (Sunday, 08 October 2023 17:41)
New story part -1
Annoying Moment
It all happened in the year 2019. It was the time of Deewali Festival. I felt excited to meet my family members after a long period. I live in Bengaluru, with Swetha for my job purposes. Travelling back to my home town Bengaluru from Chennai is time-consuming and needs a great deal of preparation. Swetha, my wife was with me this time. She is a kannada girl whom I married in the same year. It was her first time observing this festival from close. She always breathed her interest in knowing tamil cultures. She loved to spend time with my family and friends.
So, we decided to spend a week in Chennai. We reached two days before the festival. ragavi , my sister was also joining us. I want to celebrate with my family . So, the whole family sit on the big verandah to chit-chat with each other. My wife expressed her concern to get to hear stories about my childhood days and my extended family. She asked lots of questions about our family and what I was like while growing up.
Ragavi, my sister, was always the troublemaker in the family. She is elder than me. Growing up she was always jealous of me because of all the attention I got from my mother. Everyone always passed on comments that my sisters carried my father’s side of the family. I was blessed with my mom’s feminine features.
The biggest problem was that ragavi was very outspoken. She never learnt how to keep a secret in the closet. She took the chance to tell Swetha about our childhood and some things about me I wanted to be kept secret. ragavi chuckled and published to her how I used to dress up in her clothes growing up, and how everyone treated me like one of the girls. Of course, she didn’t stop there. She explained that I was wearing her clothes so often that mom someday bought me my very own dresses so that I could stop wearing my sister’s. She even went on to explain to her how I spent most of my time dressing as a girl instead of playing cricket like all the other boys in the neighbourhood. She explained that I was dressed as a girl so often that the family just treated me like all the other girls in the family. The whole neighbourhood came to accept me as her sister as nobody paid any attention to my dress.
After everyone had a decent laugh, ragavi gave my wife a thoughtful look and asked, “Does he still dress in women’s clothes around the house?”
Everyone suddenly looked over at Swetha and paused for an answer. I could see how uneasy she was as she finally spoke up, “Umm… no, this is the first time I’ve heard about that side of Rajiv. He’s never even given rise to it up and it was just a kid phase…”
What! Kid’s phase?” ragavi burst out laughing.
My wife got perplexed as ragavi continued, “Well, you won’t believe he was dressing up as one of the girls until he was in before marriage. It was normal to come home and see him in a churidar or salwar suit. To be honest, Mom was right about him being prettier than me, and I have to admit that he presented as perfectly feminine and looked pretty like a girl.” ragavi wished to let out more but my mom punched her in the arm telling her to stop.
I was so embarrassed as I sat there with the entire family but already they know about but still I felt very bad. Mom shifted the topic to my childhood and told stories about the family, but I could see that my wife was in deep thought, thinking about the things my sister exposed about me. I was hurt and anxious to hear what my darling thought about the chatter. after we went our room and she want to know about my story but I don't know what to do so I explained my self.
Samantha (Sunday, 08 October 2023 19:08)
Part -2 Mom reaction
my name is Rajiv. My mom name is Geetha and father name is Sivaraman and my sister name is Ragavi . My father and My sister both are working in government job. After my graduation and I got a job in Bengaluru. My parents didn't want me to go, but I didn't listen. I really need that job, so I came to Bengaluru. My mom was really disappointed. in this 5 five I have visited home less due to my job .
I am fair and about 5"5. After I went to Bengaluru. I thought, I made a mistake by leaving my parents. My mom cried many times. Since my childhood, I never liked to grow my hair, whenever my hair touches my ears, I used to get a hair cut. So while I was Bengaluru, I wanted to punish myself by not cutting my hair. I kept it so a secret from my parents. So today I finally I decided to take break some time and I visited to my home Town .
I have to travel on a bus for 6 hours to reach Chennai and from there 40 minutes to get my home, so that day I was waiting for the bus. Suddenly the rubber band i was wearing is gone and my hair is all over my face. My hair is till my waist. Since its night not many were there in the bus stand. Because of the wind, my hair is all over back and on my face. I don't have spare rubber band, so I saw a old lady sitting in front me. I was very shy but I decided to ask her for a rubber band. I went to her asked her
Old lady - ohh. You have to carry rubber bands in your hand bag, women.
Me - but ma'am. I am not a women.
Old lady - what? Then why are you having long hair?
Me - I like long hair but it's troubling me
Old lady - no problem, sit next to me. I will braid your hair.
I was shocked
Me - no no. No need. I just need a rubber band.
Old lady - listen to me, in this wind, you can't handle your long hair without a braid.
I was convinced by her words. I sat next to her
She took her time. After brushing my hair for a while, she braided it. Simultaneously we came to know about each other.
As she completed braiding my hair, the bus arrived. The old lady has to go through my home town, so we got into the same bus.
The bus is almost filled. Only two seats were available, and they were ladies seats. So I decided to get down but the old lady stopped me.
Old lady - why are you leaving?
Me - they are ladies seats
Old lady - yeah. But I can guarantee you that no one will know that you are a man.
I was shocked
Old lady - just keep your hair in your chest and sit.
I waited for a long time for the bus, so I decided to sit on ladies seats. Many ladies, entered the bus and everyone left think me as a women. I have absolutely no hair on my face.
my face laughing while hearing this story and I said pls don't laugh other wise I will not continue my story. then she said sorry pls continue and I will not laugh.
again I started my story ,
Finally I reached my destination, while I was about to get down, the lady kissed me on my forehead and told me not to cut my hair. I just smiled at her and got out. In the morning With happiness i pressed the calling Bell and it's my mom, who answered it. She hugged me in joy, then she realised I have long hair and it's braided too. Then I met my dad too but my sister wasn't in the home. I went to my room and got fresh up. After breakfast, my dad went to work. Both me and my mom were alone.
Amritha (Monday, 09 October 2023 04:56)
Wow Samantha is back with a bang continue next parts soon dear
Sahana (Monday, 09 October 2023 11:07)
Nice story Samantha...
Please continue dear
Poornima (Tuesday, 10 October 2023 00:59)
Wow Samantha, I am just in love with Ragavi's character. Please say more about her in the story.
Anandhi (Wednesday, 11 October 2023 07:57)
Hey Samantha where are you di pls continue
Samantha (Wednesday, 11 October 2023 19:02)
Part - 3 First braid from my mom
We both sat on the hall. Then my mom took my braid into her hand and asked me
Mom - aren't you gonna tell me about this?
Me - I told my mom about the punishment and everything
Mom - so, do you know, how to braid your hair?
Me - no, an old lady did it.
Mom - don't worry, I will teach you.
Saying it, my mom went to her room and came back with oil bottle and a comb.
Mom - now, turn around. I will massage your head.
My mom undid my braid and started to apply oil to my hair and then started to brush it. I sat calmly and enjoyed it. My mom told me everything I missed in the last 5 years. I didn't notice what my mom was telling how much she is missed me. then I asked sorry to her. After an hour, she placed a braid on my shoulder. I was shocked.
Me - mom, why did you braid my hair?
Mom - you didn't tell me not to braid it
Me - I don't like it, please undo it.
Mom - no, you should have said to before braiding it.
While me and my mom were talking about the braid, my sister came home. I was very happy to see her. after long we both are seeing each other but Her face was mixed with happiness and weirdness. She came to me and took my braid into her hands and pulled it. I shouted it pain
sister - it's real
Me - yes, it's real. You could have asked me rather than pulling it.
Sister - sorry but you have very long hair just like mine.
mom - both of you turn around
While we did, my mom noticed our braids
Mom - no, ragavi (my sister), his hair is longer than yours.
Both me and sister laughed.
We three of us chit chatted some time.mom said,
Mom - Rajiv, you don't have to hurry to find a new job here. Your sister and dad are earning really good. Take your time
Me - OK, mom and I am really sorry for leaving you.
Mom - it's OK. Have to thought of cutting your hair?
Me - no, mom, why? Do you want me to cut it?
Mom - absolutely no. I really like your hair and I don't want you to cut it.
Me - but mom, it's really long. May be I should cut it till my shoulder.
Mom - don't. You hurt me before. If you cut your hair, you will hurt me again.
I don't know what to say but agreeing with her.
me - what about dad , if he will see like this and he will get angry ryt.
mom - you don't worry and I will speak with your dad.
me - thanks mom.
Few days over, but my dad did not ask me about my hair. May be my mom would have told him. Just as always, one day after I got dressed, I took a comb and started to brush my hair. I went to Hall to watch TV while brushing my hair. I sat beside my mom and sister.
Sister - mom, look at my pimples. I don't know what to do?
Mom - you know what to do. Do bathe with turmeric paste.
Sister - OK. By the way, Rajiv, you don't have any facial hair, why is that?
Me - I don't know but for me it's not growing.
sister - really bro..but I have doubt and you have done something on your face.
me - no ragavi, trust me really I don't know what's the reason.
ragavi - ok bro , why your face is looking dull and your face is not glowing and looking like differently.
Mom - then why don't you use turmeric paste too?
Me - why? I don't need it. And men don't use it.
Mom - men don't use it because they are afraid it will stop their growth of facial hair but you don't have to worry. More over it clears your pimple and you will get clear skin.
Me - but mom....
Mom - no more buts, you will use turmeric paste whenever I will use.
Me - OK mom, as your wish.
It didn't take long. The next Friday early in the morning, my mom came to my room
Mom - Rajiv, wake up and it's time to take bath and she asked me to use this turmeric paste.
Me - mom....
Mom - you don't have to use it daily. Every Friday
Me - I don't know how to use it
Mom - OK, today I will apply it to you
Saying it, my mom took me bathroom and applied to my body.
When I am finished bathing, I was glowing yellow. now I am looking different. then morning I came out from room and ragavi and dad already having breakfast. ragavi smilling at me and said looking good and I felt very ashamed.
Amritha (Wednesday, 11 October 2023 23:46)
What a part yaar hey Sam keep going and jasmine flowers too include pls continue fast dear ! Eagerly waiting
Samantha (Thursday, 12 October 2023 05:24)
part - 4
Wearing the earring for mom sake
Almost 3 weeks gone , I never left home after I came from Bengaluru. I have friend her and I fell in love with her . one day I spoke to my gf (Kaviya) on my mobile but I asked her to meet but she also working here and she asked me to me coming Sunday.
One day, at night my mom and my sister were working in kitchen. I was so bored, I went to kitchen to take a look. My sister looked at me and asked
ragavi - why are you here? You don't even know how to boil water
Me - really!! , I used to cook by myself in Bengaluru.
Saying, I took the knife from my sister and started to cut the vegetables, my sister was cutting. And we all made the dinner.
ragavi - bro you are multi talented
me - while I am in Bengaluru, i have used to all works in our room .
Next day was very unusual, early in the morning my mom came to my room.
Mom - wake up, rajiv. Wake up.
Me - what mom? What do you want?
Mom - I want your help
Me - for what?
Mom - you know, household works right. I can't do it alone as your sister is going to work
I was so sleepy, my mom took my hand and took me to kitchen and told me what to do. I was cutting vegetables and My mom went outside to make rangoli and she came inside and started to breakfast , finally we completed the breakfast. The. we packed lunch box for my dad and sister. After having breakfast, I thought it's over but no. My mom made me to do small household works like folding clothes etc
It didn't stop there, she made me to help her while cooking lunch and dinner too
At night, while I was going to my room and I felt very tired.
Next day morning mom asked me to wake up early and come to kitchen. I was shocked. My mom wanted me to help her daily. I didn't say anything. I went to sleep and laid on my bed. Today I did lots of work, so I was tired, and usually I get bored, but because of work, I didn't get bored. I was thinking about my mom. Today only I helped her, but still, she was done with all the work, but she never said I was feeling tired and finding it difficult to do the household work. I am proud of my mother, and I want to respect her more. The next day, I didn't wake up; just like yesterday, my mom came to my room and took me to the kitchen. started to work, and before doing that, mom asked me to put on a ponytail because of the length of my hair. While doing kitchen work, someone pulled my hair; it's none other than Ragavi. Rajiv, please make tea for me. I got angry and I started hitting, but she hugged my back and said, My cutie pie, please make tea, and I felt happy to hear this kind of word prepared tea for her, and she said thanks.
After lunch, me and my mom were watching TV, and mom was discussing girls dresses and jewelry. After that I slept some time . Evening I woke up and mom was asked me sit and she braided my hair and again she started the jewellery topics.while hearing this I was getting bored, but I didn't show her and suddenly my mom pulled my hand and went to her home.
Mom - I want to show you something
Me - what is it?
Mom - come to my room
So I went along with her. My mom opened the wardrobe and took some jewellery and sarees
Mom - I bought all these for your wife. You have to get married soon
Me - OK mom. But you never worn any of these.
Mom - no, no one. Not even your sister. I won't let anyone, it's for your wife.
To tease my mom, I took a silk saree and placed it on my shoulder and took a earrings and kept it beside my ear and asked
Me - not even me.
And I got unexpected reply
Mom - of course, if you want you can wear it.
Don't take it seriously, just for the joke I have asked.Mom, ok, Rajiv, but you will wear it one day, so I will wait for that day.My face became red, and I stared at my mom. Mom packed everything and kept her wardrope. After some time, Ragavi came home and mom gave tea to her, and she said Rajive wants to wear a saree and wear earrings, and I got shocked and angry, so I left that place. Ragavi stopped me, and she said it was just for fun, so don't take it seriously, but my mom's face was very dull and her eyes filled with water, and mom left her room. I didn't know what to do, so I asked my sister, and she said you could pierce your ear and make her happy. I got angry, and I said I am not a girl. Ragavi said, "Don't ask me anything; just do it yourself," and she left.
Samantha (Thursday, 12 October 2023 05:45)
Part -5
Dating with Girl friend
I thinked some time and went to Ragavi, and I said OK, but it was for mom only, so don't tease me. She said, Ok, bro, come, let's go shop. Already i have pierced left side now i want to pierce right and same we pierced and we came to home. Dirctly, I went to mom's room and she was sleeping, so I opened her door and took that box, which I kept near her, and I woke up. I took the earring while my mother asked me to give her the earring.So now I planned to act like I didn't like to wear those earrings. She saw my earlobes, and she said I would place them on your earlobes.
Me - what? I don't want to wear it.
My mom didn't listen, she fixed the earrings and took me to a full length mirror. While I was watching the earrings in the mirror, my mom placed a silk saree on my shoulder. I was shocked. I just wanted to leave but my mom caught my hand
Mom - just look in the mirror. I promise you, you will good in saree rather than in Pant and shirt
Actually it's true, I looked like a women, with long hair and earrings. I was in shock. My mom placed everything back in her wardrobe. Funny thing is I forget about the earrings. Suddenly my sister entered the room....
Sister - wow! You look great. But mom, you never allowed me to wear them.
Mom - I know. But he asked me for the earrings and for a saree.
Sister - saree too?
Me - mom, I never asked for any of them.
Mom - really, then why did place a saree on your shoulder and a earring beside your ear ?
Me - mom, I was just teasing you. And you know that
Sister - whatever. You look good in earrings
Me - oh, I forgot to remove them
Both my mom and sister stopped me.
Mom - what are you doing?
Me - mom, I don't want to wear them
Mom - I don't care, you asked for it and I want you to wear it
My mom and sister didn't agree. Finally we came to an agreement that I will wear small earrings daily and big ones only on occasion.
I got angry on myself for bring it on my myself. My mom didn't take much time too shift all the sarees and jewellery to my room.
Next day my sister went to office early and I am getting bored so I planned to meet my friend. After a long time, me and my gf decided to meet....
I haven't met my girlfriend for the 2 months. So I was very excited. Early morning, after doing few household works, I got ready. I tucked my braid on the back side of my shirt and wore a cap. My mom didn't allow me take off the earrings, so I decided to remove them, once I get out of the home.
Once I was out, I removed my earrings and put them in my pants packet, and I went to the shop to buy a gift for her and went. I went to a park and waited for my girlfriend. Within on time, she came to me. I was very excited. We started to share our feelings for a while. I know I can't cover my hair forever, so I decided to tell her.
Me - I want to show you something.
She - what is it?
She was saying something and she was stunned looking at my long braided hair. She took into her hand and pulled it.
Me - what's wrong with you people? My sister also did the same thing
She - sorry, but I just wanted to check it. Its real
Me - yeah, it's real
She - wow, we almost have same length of hair.
Me - may be, my hair is longer than yours
Immediately my girlfriend started to ask me many questions. I answered few and I didn't answer few.
She - your skin is so clear like women have. What are your using?
I don't want to say turmeric paste, so I did not answer it.
Me - so, you are general manager
She - yeah. Don't worry about the job. You will find something. As you promised, we are going for shopping.
Me - OK
She - by the way, don't cover your hair.
Me - what about others?
She - I promise, no one will ask you about the hair.
She said it very confidently, so I decided to leave my braid freely.
We went to the mall, just like she said, no one asked me about my hair. We went to ladies section.
Sales girl - how can we help you ma'am?
She - I am looking for bras
Sales girl - for both of you
I was shocked. My girlfriend just smiled at me and said no. Then I understood the reason why no saw weirdly, everyone thought I am a women. My girlfriend bought everything she needed and I was very angry on her. After we left the mall.
Samantha (Thursday, 12 October 2023 06:16)
Part -6
Girlfriend Gifts
Me - why didn't you tell me that I look like a girl
She - let me tell you something, with cap or without cap, you are looking like a girl.
Me - really, I am really looking like women.
She - sales girl thought, you are a girl.
I became really sad.
She - don't worry. I always love you. By the way, you look really beautiful. Now wear the earrings, which are in your packet.
Me - how do you know about it?
She - when I touched your leg and I felt something odd, so I guess it , I was the earrings and your ear lobes are clearly visible.
My girlfriend took the earrings and fixed them in my ears.
She - now let's go to a jewellery shop
Me - why?
She - just I want to buy you something
We went to the jewellery shop. I don't know what my girlfriend has in her mind.
She - we are looking for a latest design chain .The sales girls showed a lot. My girlfriend patiently saw everything and finally decide to buy one. I was happy, finally she selected one and earrings also .
She - do you like it?
Me - yeah, why?
She - it's for you
Me - I don't want it. Its too feminine.
She - no, just wear it.
Me - no , i don't wear.
My girlfriend fixed the chain around my neck and asked me not to remove it. I weared earrings also. it's looking very feminine.
After we left the shop, we went to a restaurant.
She - take this scarf, I really liked it. You can cover your face in the presence of smoke and bad smell.
Then we purchased dresses for me, and we went to the ladies section again. She bought one saree, and I thought it was for mom. I didn't bring any bags. She kept all this in her handbag. When I reached home, she took her purse and mobile phone, and she gave me a handbag. I got shocked, but she didn't listen, and she gave it to me and left the place. I went inside the home, and already it was 10 p.m., so my mom was waiting for me, and while seeing me, she smiled at me. She said nice handbag, and I gave it to her, and I said this saree for you, and I said Kaviya asked to give it to you, but mom laughed and said I didn't want it, so keep it to yourself. We went to our room So I kept in my wardrobe .
.The next morning, asusal, I woke up and went to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast, but mom was not there. I started to prepare the tea, and mom came. She said good morning and came near, hugged me, kissed my forehead, and said thanks. Then she arranged my hair and put it in a bun, and she taught me how to put my hair in a bun. I finished tea, and we both had it. Mom asked me to give tea to Ragavi, and mom will give it to dad. I went to the Ragavi room and knocked on the door. She opened it, and I gave tea to her. She asked me sorry, and I said it was ok. Then she hugged and said, Thanks, cutie.Then mom and I went to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast.
While having breakfast, my mom and sister asked me about the chain around my neck. I don't know what to do, and my dad is having breakfast with us. Till now, my dad hasn't asked about my hair or ears, and it was shocking for me, but he will speak normally, as he has before. Dad left, and without any hesitation, I told them that Kaviya (my girlfriend) bought it for me. Both my mom and sister really liked the chain. Suddenly, my sister asked about my earrings, and she said they were really beautiful. She asked me to share with her, and she said, Whatever you want, take it from my couboard. I told her if you really like these earrings, take them; anyway, I won't use them. Mom got an angry face and stared at me. I understood why she was staring at me.
Friday me, my mom, sister went to a temple. Its filled with lot people and mostly with women. Like always, my mom braided my hair but today she braided it by middle parting it, I tried a lot to convince her but she didn't listen. As usual everyone were going in line, so I started to go in men's line but the person who was handling the line, asked me to go with women. I was shocked. I wanted to tell him that I am a man but I don't know why I didn't tell him. My mom took my hand and took me in women's line. I was really embarrassed, when no one thought I am a man in women's line.
Sahana (Thursday, 12 October 2023 08:55)
Awesome story Samantha....
Please continue dear...
Grammar (Friday, 13 October 2023 10:47)
Sama
Kavya (Friday, 13 October 2023 23:19)
Hii Samantha,
Your story is superb! Keep going...
hey samantha (Saturday, 14 October 2023 05:14)
Read these story else where did you copy it
Deepali chhakka (Saturday, 14 October 2023 10:53)
Samantha nice story…even if copied still we like to read it here, so don’t worry for any such negative comments. Keep posting
chhakka really half minded (Saturday, 14 October 2023 12:01)
Above comment was a healthy troll to protect the work of original author
Samantha (Saturday, 14 October 2023 13:12)
Part - 7. Unexpected call from unexpected person
When priest gave us flowers, my mom and sister kept it in their hair, and I don't know what to do with it, I was surrounded by women, without wasting no time, my mom took it from my hand and fixed it in my hair. I just stood silently with saying anything. Then we came and sat and spoke about temples. When we came out of the temple, we searched for sandals, but mine and my mom's sandals were missing. Then, near by, there was no sandal shop, so my sister went and brought sandals for us. Both are ladies sandals, and I shouted, but my sister said there was no men's shop near. Now you manage it, and tomorrow you can buy a sandal. I was struggling to walk with ladies sandals. Already in a bad mood when we reached home, I took the flowers in my hair and decided to throw it, but
Mom - hey! What are you doing?
Me - I don't like to wear flowers
Mom - then why didn't you tell me in the temple?
I really had no answer. My mom again fixed the flowers in my hair.
My life is going like this, and my mom is not allowing me to search for a job. Now I am doing women's work, wearing earrings, and watching serials like women's. Sometimes I go out with my sister and my girlfriend, and it makes me happy.
Almost two weeks have gone by. One day, my mom got a call from her mom. They haven't talked to each other since my mom got into a fight with uncles, and we have also not visited in the last 1 or 2 years.
My mom was in tears while speaking to my grandmother. They spoke for an hour. I and Ragavi spoke with Grandma, but still, my dad was angry with them, so he didn't speak with her. Grandma asked us to come to the village for the festival. Mom became very happy.
After the phone call,
Mom - we all want go to my mum's home
Dad - I can't, you know have really important works
Sister - you know mom, I have lot of work too and in my office they will not give so i will try to come on sunday.
I had nothing to say and moreover, my mom is gonna see her mom after a long time, so I agreed to go. I want to escape from here and leave for household works for some day.
Samantha (Saturday, 14 October 2023 13:14)
PART - 8 Meet the Mom family
let me tell you about mom family details,
My mother has two elder brothers and one younger brother, for a total of two cousin brothers and four cousin sisters.
1st elder brother : Senthil
wife :Shanthi
Son: Vijay (29)
daughter: Priya (26).
2nd elder brother: Siva
wife : Radha
son : Suresh (27).
daughter : Rani (25).
younger brother: Karthik
wife: Anu
daughter: Divya (21).
2nd daughter: Siya (19)
Vijay and Suresh are both two years year's elder than me. Priya and I both are the same age, and Priya and Rani are both already married and staying with their husbands at home. The three (Rani, Divya, and Siya) girls are younger than me. I don't know how to manage all of them.
Mom had planned to go three days before. Mom is waiting for that day, and she has done shopping to buy dresses and other things for my cousin brothers and cousin sisters. We purchased jewellery for all, like rings, earrings, and chains. Finally, the day arrived. I packed everything and packed it in a big suitcase. next morning i woke up and seeing my mom already got ready and she asked to get ready and i took bath and came to my rrom and meanwhile mom done breakfast. I came out of the room, and my mom started to braid my hair.She was braiding like a girl, and I got upset and asked her
Me - mom, what they will think of my hair, will it be weird?
Mom - of course not, by the way, you don't have too long hair
Me - really mom? My hair crossed my waist
Mom - so what? Your grandmother has till her knees
While we were on the conversation, I didn't pay much attention, my mom again braided my hair by middle parting it. I thought everything is over and we can go but my mom had other plans. She went to her room and came with a pair of jhumkas with a smile on her face. Seeing them, I immediately said no.
Mom - you told me, you will wear them on occasions
Me - but mom, not in public
My mom didn't even listen to what I was saying. Literally, she forced me to wear them. It's very strange; I never wore jhumkas. then dad and Ragavi came, and Ragavi gave a cruel smile, and she hugged and said, You are a beautiful little sister, and I tried to hit her, but she ran away. Then she came near and told me once I reached the grandma's house, please do a video call. Again, she hugged me and said, Really, I am going to miss you for the coming days. Literally, she cried, and I told her, Don't cry, I will come back soon. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, and she kissed back and left.
We travelled by train, and we reached Thanjavur after 7 hours. From Thanjavur to Grandma Village, it took 45 minutes to reach the village. we finally we reached my grandmothers house. My grandmother and all are waiting for us. After seeing us she immediately hugged my mom and came to me
Grandmother - it's been very long. Finally I saw my granddaughter
I was shocked, by her words. My mom laughed and I was staring at my mom.
Samantha (Sunday, 15 October 2023 01:13)
Part - 9 First day as Women
The uncle's went inside, and Aunty took the arti. Vijay and Suresh took our luggage and went inside the house. Two girls are standing near Grandma. Anu aunty said my daughter-in-law is very beautiful, and I felt very shy and ashamed.
Mom: Anu, it's my son, not my daughter.
Grandmother- what? Then he has long braided hair and jhumkas, and he is even looking like a girl, and those girls are smiling at me.
My grandmother was very curious to know about me. My mom told her everything about me. Then mom requested they don't tell anyone, and otherwise he will not come again. Then Grandma informed everyone (aunties and their daughters): don't tell anyone and don't tease him. They said okay.
We went inside the home. My mom and grandmother were discussing something while I sat on the couch silently. Anu aunty came to me and kissed my forehead and said, Rajiv, really, you are very beautiful, and aunty introduced her daughters. The sad part is that my uncle's, Suresh, and Vijay also thought I was a girl. Aunties inspected my braid, like it's a wonder.
Aunties make fun of me, but at the same time, they speak very well and are nice to me. Anu Aunty came, sat near, and held my hand. She said, Don't worry, Rajiv. We are all with you, so don't panic. I'm always with you, and if you want any help, just call me and I will come.I said okay. Anu Aunty asked her daughters to be with me. I don't know what to do, and my mom is busy speaking with Grandma. Then Divya started to speak with her, and she is like her mom and so kind. We talked about this village and about her studies. Suresh is seeing me, and I don't know what to do. I felt very shy and didn't know how to react.
We had dinner night, and all the ladies were talking in the hall, while the uncles sat outside and talked. Anu aunty applied henna to cousin sisters, and grandma asked me to put henna. then I went near and sat and Anu aunty put henna on my hands and legs, and its very beautiful henna designs on my hands and legs too.
i was sitting alone and at the time I got call from Ragavi, but now I cannot attend that call. I called Anu Aunty and asked for her help in keeping the phone in my ear. I called Ragavi, but she asked me to do a video call, but I felt scared, and if she knew about this henna, she would tease me. Suddenly, she called, and Anu attended the call and came in front of me. Anu Aunty and I went to our room. I sat on the bed, and Aunty sat on the other side. I asked Aunty where Divya was, and this call would take more time, and Aunty said just now they went to sleep, and she said, "Okay, Rajiv, I will hold my mobile. While seeing me, Ragavi laughed and teased me a lot, and she started calling me little sister, and I told her aunty with me, and they spoke some time. We both chitchatted for some time, but all the time she was laughing, and I felt very shy. I told her I would call tomorrow, and we spoke for almost 2 hours. Then I said thanks to Anu Aunty, and she said it was ok, and while going, she kissed me and said you are also like my son, so don't feel bad asking for this kind of help. I almost cried in my eyes while hearing this. I hugged her, said sorry, and went to sleep. Anu Aunty went to her home and younger uncle is staying seperate home and he is working as goverment bus driver. The next morning, I woke up around 10 a.m. I came out of the room, and my uncles went to work, and even my mom was not there. Grandma is only sitting in the hall; Anu aunty is working in the kitchen; and 2 aunties went to work. Anu asked me to take a bath, and I took a bath. I put on my dress(pant,shirt), and I had breakfast. Now I removed my earrings and didn't comb my hair, so I put on my cap and planned to go out, but my grandma stopped, and she called my mom, and she scoled my mom, but I don't know why she scoled my mom. Mom asked me to go to my room, so I did.
Samantha (Sunday, 15 October 2023 01:15)
Part - 10 For My Grandma
I went to my room but my mom and grandmother were discussing something about me. Mom and aunty went another room and I really don't know what's going on. they asked to come that room and i went inside the room I saw a chudithar and half saree on bed. My mom asked me to sit on the bed.she said
Mom - listen, rajiv. Your grandmother always wanted to meet her granddaughter. After all these years, she never got to meet her, so....
Me - so what? Say it
Mom - after seeing you with your long hair and all. She wants you to be granddaughter for few days.
Me - no, I won't agree
mom tried to convince me, my mom literally cried, so with no choice I agreed. Without wasting no time, they asked me chosse me any dress and i said anything is ok with angry look. They gave 3 blouses to try and in this only one is fitted and its rani old dresses so mom asked me to wear rani old dress. i dont have any option so i said ok.
Then i wored the blouse with help of mom and my mom was draping the half saree on me, my aunt put bangles to my hands, asked me put same jumikhas earrings, anklets to my legs.
I was really sad, my mom and aunt were convincing me to be happy, mom braided my hair and put small necklace.
After I was ready, they escorted me to my grandmother, who is waiting for me. See was stunned after looking at me.
Grandmother(GM) - Rajiv, you really look very beautiful in this half saree and jewellery.
I don't to what to say, I stood silently. She understood my embarrassment. So she took me to get room and we were alone
GM - look, rajiv, there is nothing to embarrass about. Its only for few days.
Me - OK. But for few days
GM - good. Now your name is Raji. OK
Me - OK
GM - don't worry, we will have so much fun and I will teach everything about being a women.
I just simply nodded my head.
For a few hours, I was uncomfortable speaking with GM. At the time Anu aunty came to the room and asked me whether you were coming to agriculture land where uncles and aunties are working, I said ok. Slowly, I moved from the room. Anu Aunty asked me to walk slowly; otherwise, you will fall down. I said okay; Aunty took food for them, and I went walking with her. heavy sun rises, I am feeling hot, and I have reached land. All men are wearing white dhoti with white banyan and white turbans on their heads; ladies are wearing sarees, and they are doing some work. Anu Aunty called uncles and aunties to eat lunch. All were washed their hands and legs and came. I was slowly walking and visiting the places when suddenly I heard a voice and got scared. I was going to fall down, and one person came and held my hips. The face I am seeing is none other than Suresh. I said thanks to him, but he didn't leave me and held me tightly, and he was rubbing my waist. I pushed him and ran to Aunty. All the ladies are asking about me, and Shanthi told them that she is my DIL, and she came from Chennai and told me my name. Then all the ladies came and asked about my mom, and they left. Uncles went to rest near a tree. Shanthi aunty asked me to eat lunch, and I said no, aunty, and I would go home and eat. Radha aunty scoled Anu aunty because now 2 clk still Raji didn't have lunch, then Shanthi and Radha fed me food, and I ate lunch there. After some time, they went to work, and Anu Aunty also ate her lunch, and she also went to work. I simply sat there and took my mobile and took some videos and photos. I called my girlfriend and spoke with her some time. then 4 clk Anu Aunty came and we both came home, and I was feeling very, so I went to my room and slept some time.
Samantha (Sunday, 15 October 2023 03:35)
Hi Friends ,
I dont know fluent english to avoid the spelling mistakes or grammer mistakes some i copied sentances in some other page . but i am coping storu plot and story is my original story only.
Sorry friends @chhakka really half minded....
I will post my stories in my blog and sorry to posted in this group. intrested people pls read my stories in my blog.
https://anthascd.blogspot.com/
Samantha fan (Sunday, 15 October 2023 03:51)
Please post the story in your blog or post it here itself Samantha....
Please don't stop Samantha...
Great story....
PriyaSri (Monday, 16 October 2023 20:17)
Well, after two months of no cummies for my sissy rashmi, she got very lucky in the month of October.
Let me explain. I am sissy rashmi's key holder. My rules for her are very simple. At home she is to wear any one of her saree with full lingerie with high heels and make up in the daytime, and sexy nighties at night. She wears panties 24/7, and I love to add a bra and panty, and mangalsootra just before she leaves for work. It makes my day to see her in tears of embarrassment as she drives off to work. Of course she has to sit to pee at work, because I have her little dickie locked up in her cb6000.
We both love reading the stories on this site, my rules are designed around the stories posted there. When ever there is a story on line, sissy get's to cummie. Sissy stories only, willing crossdressing doesn’t count. Some times I give her a short time limit, some times I make her come to the very edge for hours before her little squirt. Sex is with her own hand only. Sex with me is with her mouth and her fingers. I never touch her little dickie. Her useless penis is one inch soft and four inches long on her best day. She doesn't get hard enough for penetration, and that little thing wouldn't do me any good if she could. Thank god for her great oral skills and our sex toys.
Up untill October, things were going great for me. The stories would come, one or two at a time, then nothing for a couple of months. I missed reading the stories during this period, but watching her frustration as she checked your site twice a day was priceless.
She would do anything I desired, knowing that small infractions would get her a panties down spanking, and a large infraction would void the next story. In October there were so many lovely stories, and so many chances for my sissy to cummie. I ran out of little humiliating ways to let her cum. After every cummie, she has to drink her cum from her condom, or lick up the mess from her hand.
Now it's 2023, and I am changing the rules. I am going to humiliate her in a major way for every release I let her have. Our little games were very private untill September. She was thrilled to find few stories that month, but before we had a chance to read them, Leela, an old friend stopped by for the first time in a year. Sissy was in her saree so she ran upstairs and washed her face, removed her jewelry, and put her sweats on over her lingerie.
Our friend knew nothing of our chastity life style, but I saw her looking at sissy's attire, and you could see her stockings. Sissy had always been intiminated by Leela, so I decided to start the year off in the most humiliating way I knew.
I called her over to where Leela and I were sitting and asked her who gave her permisssionto wear boys clothes today? She almost fainted when I said take them off. Sissy begged and pleaded for me to let her go to her room. I told her she had just earned a spanking in front of Leela. She took off her top to reveal her lacy bra with bows. Then she dropped her pants and showed Leela her frilly panties with the lace inserts, and a sexy garter and thigh highs. Leela is usually quite shy, but she finally broke down and started pointing and laughing.
After a few minutes of sissy jokes and a lot of laughing, I made her lay across my lap, with her head in Leela's lap, and for the first time ever, I spanked her till she cried. When sissy stood up, I made her show her cb6000 to us. I thought I had humiliated sissy rashmi as much as possible until Leela asked if she could look closer and maybe touch it. She commented on how tiny sissy was and started to touch it. That's all it took, my little sissy humiliated herself even more by cumming all over herself. Then out of habit sissy reached down and licked up the mess. Leela fell out of her seat from laughing so hard.
I sent sissy rashmi to put on her pretty pink saree, jewelry and make up, while I shared the most intimate details of our sex life with our friend.
I have no idea how I will humiliate her next time. I'm thinking her ex girl friend might like to play along, or maybe the man next door. Whatever, I would really like to have them help me give my sissy the cummie of a life time!!!!
PriyaSri (Monday, 16 October 2023 20:47)
Tale of two sissies:
On one beautiful summer's day, early afternoon on a Friday, the clouds cleared as the sun came out, and as the shimmering light shone through the larger windows of an expensive home. The serenity of the scene was broken by the sounds of a demanding yet beautiful and statuesque blonde. "Now Chitra, get your sissy ass in here."
"Yes Mistress," Chitra submissively responds, scurrying nervously into the room, stopping with a sudden halt, curtsying, her knees pressed together, eyes cast humbly and submissively downward, past the hem of her saree, trying to see past her bangles, necklaces, mangalsootra, pink patent leather pumps, her 1990's style hairdo with bun, mangtika and sindoor.
"Seems to me someone's been a naughty sissy girl today..."
"Yes Mistress," the sissy chillingly responded.
"I'm thinking that while you're supposed to be enjoying the privilege of working hard and cleaning my home, your attention wandered and you were listening to my phone calls, not only the one with my lover, but the other calls to my girlfriends telling them about my date last night. Were you eavesdropping again you little sissy? No excuses, did you hear my conversation?"
"A, um, I'm sorry; I tried not to listen but... sissy couldn't help but overhear, sissy was so nearby, and I, I, um, sissy guesses so, I... Yes Mistress," Chitra finally admitted dejectedly.
"It seems to me that someone's little sissy girl needs some correction and obedience training, don't you think? So Chitra, quickly run upstairs and fetch some of my correction tools, I think the strap and Ms. Hairbrush would work here very well in correcting you, especially before all ladies arrive here this evening for my party. It's important I set the proper tone for you sissy."
Waiting as trained for Mistress's final word in her sentence, Chitra quickly curtsied, and scurried up the stairs at top speed in her high heels, to fetch the demanded instruments of training and correction as per her Mistress's orders. Scrambling back downstairs, the sissy quickly curtsied, then knelt down, with arms held over her head and palms holding the instruments of correction as required, looking down on the floor as trained.
"Please Mistress correct me very hard, strip away any and all unsuitable things, such as any remaining maleness and train me to be the best little sissy girl in the world! Dearest Mistress, this little sissy wishes only to serve you and all women, my superiors, whom I joyfully serve with all my love and all my heart."
"Well then you annoying and disrespectful little sissy," as she reached past Chitra's long hair gripping her ear adorned with long dangling earrings, and lifting her to her feet, "it's bend over the couch, saree and petticoats up, panties down, and reeducation time again," as Chitra's ankle's were kicked apart slightly.
"Don't you have something to say?"
"Yes Mistress, please Mistress, re-educate me very well."
"Oh, don't worry your silly, pretty little head about that Chitra; I'm a firm believer in your education."
With that, Chitra's tearful reeducation began, ending in a very red bottom and a face full of free flowing tears, later followed by an hour of on tip toe, of shoeless corner time.
PriyaSri (Monday, 16 October 2023 20:56)
Part 2:
While she obediently stood there, with a steady stream of tears flowing down her face ruining in her makeup, Chitra looked down to her very real C cup breasts, one size smaller than Mistress' and wondered how a fantasy once introduced by mistress as a game, could have ever gotten this far. This dominant woman, once a girlfriend, later a wife, then a husband, now a Mistress after their legal divorce, without any real interest in breaking up, who made Chitra sign over her business, her estate, her life savings, and having Chitra sign a slave contract she found on the Internet and adjusted to suit her needs, who had Chitra's name legally changed to Chitra, and her sex legally declared female, by an insider within the courts, a former lover, and now close personal old friend, and now infrequent bed partner, a beautiful and dynamic woman and a real leader, who remains interested primarily in females as conquests and lovers, and a once in awhile occasional fling with a stud, just to keep things interesting, that drove this into reality around Chitra.
One thing was pretty much for certain, Chitra would never actually realize the fact that this once he, now a she, for all intents and purposes, was chosen for her noticeable sissy streak, and possibilities for sissy development, which her Mistress decided to promote and cultivate as a part of her own needs early on. So much to changed for Chitra, her mind wondering back to the days when she was a sort of big man on the college campus, thought of as a big man stud by all of those people who didn't actually know of her secret potential to become a submissive sissy and dominated. Nor did they know the secret of sissy's tiny under endowment, which sissy would keep carefully hidden away from the locker room boys and how Chitra would only use the restroom in a stall in the seated position, keeping this embarrassing secret to herself.
But this woman, this dominant, this Mistress, did know all of this while dating Chitra, turning Chitra on, keeping her frustrated, often joking about Chitra's ever increasing sexual frustration vs. Mistress' sexual fulfillment, then getting Chitra to beg for sexual favors, having her perform oral sex for Mistress after first begging to perform, and giving her Mistress head in the back seat of cars just like many girls did for the boys. Many times Mistress would leave herself just a bit dirty, after many trips to the ladies room, to get Chitra addicted to the taste of her dirty pussy. More and more, how Chitra craved to submit to become more and more submissive and feminine to please this young dominant woman, her love, her boss, the center of her world, her Mistress.
Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Chitra snapped back to what she had been trained to think about, what she had been doing wrong, how as a sissy, she need to try harder and harder to not offend and to serve at Mistress's when better and better, how she should feel bad about disappointing Mistress, how she should work even and harder to correct all things objectionable to her Mistress, as yet another wave of feminine hormone induced tears, began to flow emotionally from Chitra's eyes, further ruining her makeup, and making her deeply desire to submit further and please her Mistress even more. Two quick claps of Mistresses hands signaled that Chitra's corner time was over, and it was time for Chitra to shower, reapply make up, fix Chitra's hair, change into fresh undies, don heavy embroidered saree, answer the door and let in the caterer, make sure all things were set, run upstairs and assist Mistress in her bathing and dressing, and the downstairs promptly at 6:30 PM to greet Mistress' guests as they arrive.
This evening's event was what many in the lesbian community called a fish party. In the strictest sense, that usually meant women only, but in this case it had evolved into guests who are women and the occasional former men in their lives, now sissies in tow, and once a once in a while basis, the occasional well hung stud for servicing purposes, for the women in attendance were still enjoyed its own of thing. For all intents and purposes this party would seem like a normal social event to outsiders.
PriiyaSri (Tuesday, 17 October 2023 03:09)
Part 3:
Chitra's redress went quickly and well, as Mistress had told Chitra which clothing to wear for the evening earlier that day. Dressy pink embroidered saree, a pink bra with sleeveless blouse, 12 pink bangles, 2 sets of dangling diamond earrings, rhinestone necklace, mangalsootra, Diamond nosering, designer bindi, sindoor, payals, and pink high heels, which matched Chitra pink finger and toenails, perfume and sissy makeup, made Chitra the picture of overdone sissy femininity. She looked like a typical indian serial antagonist with heavy makeup and jewelry.
The caterer having seen Chitra so many times before was completely unfazed by Chitra's overly feminine sissy costume. Chitra thought to herself that there seem to be quite a bit of food being delivered, some of it cooked, some of it uncooked, some of it for dinner, some of it for what appear to be a brunch that would have to be prepared. Chitra the thought to herself, "I am my Mistress's sissy-servant, she always tells me a mine is not to reason why." After completing her duties with the caterer, Chitra quickly put on her rubberized bib apron, softly knocked at the master bathroom door, and was granted entrance by Mistress who was already relaxing in the tub, having drawn her own bath, which worried Chitra just a little bit, for fear of future punishment. Chitra massaged Mistress's feet and back, and assisted in shaving Mistresses legs and underarms, as well as Mistress' pussy area, which Mistress liked to keep clean shaven for better orgasmic stimulation. Chitra helped Mistress stand and helped pat her dry was a big fluffy towel. Next was off to help Mistress get dressed. As her breasts were strong high and perfect, she decided to forgo a bra and simply put on a see through top, a garter-belt, sans panties, with her newest designer strappy pumps. Chitra actually felt for the first time in a long time, a twinge of sexual excitement, apparently just an echo from her past self, as Mistress had recently had been discussing with her friends the possibility of Chitra fixed, and unbeknownst to Chitra, planned on showing off Chitra's newest alteration to the women attending this party, the rings between Chitra's legs that forced her sissy wee-wee backwards between her legs which forced Chitra to pee sitting down like the feminine creature she was evolving into, just as she had done some months earlier when Chitra's breast implants were done.
Mistress, a female supremacist, knew that in this age of burgeoning re-enlightenment for women, such displays were not only educational but also a triumphant turn on. Chitra, being not a true and complete real female, was at many times unaware or incapable of understanding, or confused emotionally enough via the new and raging feminine hormones within her blood stream, to have any understanding of what was going on around her sissy self. While putting the final touches on her outfit, Mistress reached up under her skirt to find the thoughts of this evening's festivities were making her wet. She reached down and raised her skirt laid back on the bed, and ordered Chitra to orally pleasure her, not to completion, just enough for a bit more stimulation. "Lick Chitra, love me like a girl." "Yes Mistress." Chitra as trained, eagerly and obediently pleased and pleasured, knowing just how Mistress liked it best in this situation. Okay Chitra, mmmmm, that's feeling so good, maybe I can have just a little come right now, ahh yes Chitra, right there, just like that! Upon completion of Mistress' cool down, Chitra rushed two washcloths one wet to clean and refresh and one to dry.
Mistress upon rethinking the situation in combination with her excitement, she ordered Chitra to fetch her newest and hottest drawstring thong, which she was quickly placed into. Now done, and smiling, Mistress arose using the top of Chitra's head for leverage. Mistress decided before leaving there was still time for a little more time for the verbal re-education for Chitra. "Chitra, you've come so far, I'm so proud of what I've done to you and what you have become. You remember years ago when you try to pass yourself off as a guy, even a stud? Just imagine, a stud the tiny tampon sized mini-wee-wee like you have, what a scream!" as she broke out into hysterical laughter. "if those girls could see you now! As I'm thinking about it though, we do have a reunion coming up about five months from now, don't we? Hummmm, I'll have to get us some tickets for that.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 October 2023 03:18)
Part 4:
Do you remember how I made you beg each time to hear what name I came up with for you? Do you remember as well, how I had you beg for your breast implants and how hard you you've been begging and crying when I ordered it, to have you fixed? Won't you just love your tiny and empty sissy bag? I know I will! "Your tiny sissy bag will go so well with your tiny sissy wee-wee! You do seem to love begging don't you sissy? Isn't it great you're been able to realize your dream, of being a dominant woman's sissy submissive and obedient feminine sissy maid?" "Don't you just love being feminine and submissive, dressing pretty and obeying? Don't you just love stepping out of the shower and seeing your beautifully large very feminine breasts? Don't you just love looking down and see a nice feminine vee in the front of your panties, now that I've had you ringed?" I know for a fact that you simply adore your bra and panties, don't you remember a few weeks ago when I told you as punishment that I was thinking about putting you back into boy underpants and how you just cried and cried and begged me not to, how you loved your panties so and how you'd do anything to keep your panties I felt so sorry for you!
"And we both know you need to wear a bra these days, as well as all the other feminine items like your dresses and your skirts and all the pretty things you wear most especially your nighties and feminine briefs in bed at night, and your sweet smelling perfume and your makeup. Don't you just love the way your body is changing, finally you're going through your puberty as a girl, well sort of, anyway, more later on that, good for you. Don't you just love the fact that I get to victoriously have all the sexual fulfillment and pleasure I want, wherever and with whomever I want, while you've got to wait and learn and beg me to obey, to submit, to be humbled, to be humiliated, to be defeated, to surrender, to embrace and enhance your femininity? Haven't you just loved the way we both have crushed any and all of what little manliness you once tried to fake out of you? "Not much of the old sexuality here anymore is there sissy bunny, well... I for one am happy and delighted to say, Bye-bye to your little maleness, bye-bye, and good riddance,
I'm glad you're gone! One of the very few things you were so right about, was the fact that you should have been born a female. One other is that you needed a dominant woman like me to shape and mold you into what you are becoming, and really deep down, you have to admit, have always been, my sissy toy plaything- isn't that right Chitra? In fact you truly love being my pussy whipped, fixed sissy girl creation, don't you little girl?" "And we both know how eager you are for my dildo, don't we little girl?" As she had been trained to respond and she always did to such questions, as beaten sissy she is, her response was a resoundingly weak, "Yes Mistress," with her made-up eyes properly and humbly downcast.
Happy and laughing at her sissy once again, a continued source of amusement and laughter for her, a sissy who was certainly now further and completely molded and beaten down into proper submission, Mistress truly now happy with herself, drifted downstairs to relax before her social event. As always Mistress had a few surprises up the sleeve of her see- through blouse for Chitra, a few guests who would fit right in at this party, guests sissy hadn't seen in quite a long time.
About fifteen minutes before the official start of the party, the doorbell rang. Chitra curtsied to her Mistress and quickly ran to the door to open it. At the door was Mistress's current lover, Chand and standing behind her, as a once proud husband, now ex-husband and now also a feminized sissy maid, was sissy Tabu. Tabu's transformation had begun just a few months before Chitra's transformation. Tabu's new name had been arrived at by the women, as an extension of how much resemblance she had with the popular actress, originally they were calling her, Tabu with the tinnie wiener. More work had been done on Tabu, her face looked like that of a younger actress, and Tabu also had more experience in being exposed, humbled and humiliated in a feminized state in public to both men and women alike. Even with this experience, Tabu was blushing furiously.
PriyaSri (Tuesday, 17 October 2023 03:21)
Part 5:
Chand cheerfully sweeping by Chitra inquired, "Where is your Mistress and my lover? I can't wait to see her." Bobbing a deep curtsy and a well practiced curtsy, in a high pitched well practiced feminized voice, Chitra responded, "Good evening Ms. Chand and sissy Tabu, Mistress is a waiting your arrival in the main living room, please follow me." The dominant female blew this off, saying, "I know where the damn living room is sissy, out of my way. Baby I am here!" as the two lovers embraced, sharing a deep passionate French kiss. The two sissies stood just inside the archway to the room hands clasped in front of them, heads bowed, eyes downcast, awaiting orders. "Corner time sissies, while we ladies get reacquainted." So off the two sissies went to a corner, as ordered, until ladies were done greeting one another.
The two sissies were quite a sight to behold, two feminized Sissy maids facing the corner rigidly, in submissive obedience, heads down, legs pressed together, Chitra in pink, Tabu in yellow, hands behind them, saree and petticoats held up high, to expose their lacey ruffled pantied bottoms, as their two Mistress's, lost in a sea of passion, yet happy, contented and confident from the results of the training. These two ex-males, formerly drinking buddies, now just feminized extensions of their Mistress's will, feminized creations and obedient sissy servants. After just an all too short few minutes kissing and some light fingering, two lovers came up for air, and addressed their maids.
"Sissies Chitra and Tabu, front and center," came the order with a double clap of the hands, from Chitra's Mistress. The two maids spun around and scampered front and center, is almost funny how the two of them revolved in separate directions, saree and petticoats flying up briefly like some sort of sissy square dance.
"Chitra, you will be our official greeter to door when the guests arriving. Tabu, you will assist Chitra by taking our guests bags putting them away. Once our guests are settled in, you'll fetch drinks and serve food has ordered like two good little sissy maids. Also of course, as a regular part of your duties, should any woman here require more personalized service, and you know we mean, whether being assisted in the ladies room with dressing and undressing or with wiping after one of us pees, which many of them still consider a luxury, but has two Mistresses here right now known as a day to day thing here, or should any woman order a little oral pleasure or anything else within reason, your main focus is to obey, to serve, to please, and to pleasure in the sissy ways you do best. Is that understood?"
In high pitched harmony, with two sissies chirped out, "Yes Mistress!" and curtsied simultaneously.
"Now sissies, isn't it time you properly greeted one another?" This was the part the two sissies dreaded the most, as they turned to each other to plant a deep, longing passionate French kiss into each other's mouths, like a long lost lovers. Even though both of these sissies, bore very little resemblance to anything masculine, in the backs of their minds there was still some very fading hope of returning to a more masculine existence, even though that was never meant or going to be. The women laughed and clapped at their antics triumphantly.
Now the doorbell rang again, as more guests were arriving, in the two sissies scampered, to answer the door has trained. Frightened yet in position, Chitra and Tabu positioned themselves to open the door. Chitra's jaw dropped in complete disbelief at whom she greeted at the door. It was women from her college days, she had not seen in years, Mistress's high school and college girlfriends, of which Mistress had always sort of been the leader of the group. In her college days, these women would come on to the male persona that Chitra once was, flirting with her, getting her excited, seeing her as macho and very manly, little did Chitra know that these were to be the guests of Mistresses party. Two decades later, Many of them had been married and divorced, all of them had given up on men with the exception of the occasional stud for recreation purposes, all of them now accomplished and successful, all of them now female supremacists.
Jasmine (Tuesday, 17 October 2023 06:53)
Come back 2 and new world please write waiting for your complete story
Prathi (Wednesday, 18 October 2023 00:28)
Hi I'm sissy girl you can contact me it's my mail id pranuprathap@gmail.com
Customer (Wednesday, 18 October 2023 13:45)
Y
Unknown (Wednesday, 18 October 2023 21:00)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/10/a-mom-who-always-wanted-girl-2.html
Tell me your thoughts in the comments
New stories (Monday, 23 October 2023 09:58)
Just happened to find a new website. Seems like it's connected with deviantart.
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Hope some may like it.. genderbender type...
Non sensor stories and captions found
PriyaSri (Monday, 23 October 2023 12:24)
After trying a few times already to get it going, I feel people here aren’t interested in forced feminization/sissy stuff. I do not see anyone else writing these stories, or interacting if there are some stories written around these ideas.
so I am officially retiring, and wouldn’t be completing “Tale of two sissies” story, and would not be writing new stories. if anyone else wants to finish it, please do so
Customer (Monday, 23 October 2023 23:48)
Priyasri thank you for retiring you are really bad writer and your stories are torcher thank so much for your decision of taking a retirement
Abeena (Tuesday, 24 October 2023 13:36)
Your decision was good PriyaSri. You are a very good writer, but you are writing only about the forced feminization and sissy stuff and these chastity blts stories are not interested for people like me. So please comeback with a new story with threads like mom son crossdressing, sister brother cds, husband wife cds etc like content with no sexual harassment plot.
Anmol (Tuesday, 24 October 2023 16:00)
She needs a wife: (continued #745 eng22-23)
After the whirlwind of paperwork and endless calls at work, I decided it was high time for a breather, and what better place to unwind than the city’s most buzzing nightclub? So, off I went, clad in my casual yet assertively masculine attire – a simple brown polo that did wonders for my biceps, paired with grey trousers.
I was meeting my usual crew, a band of merry men, predominantly. They were my late husband’s friends initially, but over time, they became mine. And not just the 'pat-on-the-back' kind of friends, but the 'dare-you-to-do-something-stupid' kind.
Rajit, the epitome of Delhi’s charm, raised his glass to me as I approached, "Vineeta, the man of the hour!" he bellowed. We were celebrating a business deal that had gone particularly well, and I was feeling on top of the world. In a grand gesture, I ordered the priciest whiskey for the table. "To success and stupidly expensive alcohol," I toasted, smirking at the laughter that erupted around the table.
As the whiskey flowed and the night wore on, Rajit, with a glint in his eye that spelled trouble, dared me to hit on a girl from the next table. The wager? His vintage Rolex, a watch I’d been coveting for ages. Never one to back down from a challenge, especially when there was a rare timepiece on the line, I took the bait.
Strutting confidently to the table of giggling girls, I flashed my best smile and offered to buy them a round. Just as I was settling into my usually flawless game, a distinctly feminine voice piped up from behind me, "Oh uncle, kahi aur jao." I spun around to find Rhean, looking like a vision in a black negligee-style dress, a stark contrast to the strict school teacher I’d met earlier.
Our eyes met, and for a split second, we shared a look of mutual surprise. "Uncle? Really? I thought I was more of a handsome young man," I joked, trying to ease the tension.
Rhean burst into laughter, his previous stern demeanor completely dissolved. "Well, I never thought I’d say this, but you clean up pretty well, Uncle," he quipped back, with a sassy wink.
Deciding to seize the moment and turn the night around, I called the waiter over and, with a flourish, announced, "All of their drinks are on me tonight." The girls at the table gasped, and Rhean, still grinning, raised his glass to me in a silent toast.
I sauntered back to my table amidst a chorus of laughter and jeers from my friends. "Looks like the girls were too hot to handle, eh, Vineeta?" Rajit teased, but I just raised an eyebrow and shot back, "Or maybe I found something hotter."
As the night drew to a close, I spotted Rhean again, this time swaying dangerously with a drink in hand. He was clearly drunk, and when he spotted me, he staggered over with a flirtatious glimmer in his eyes. "Hey, Uncle, care to dance?"
Amused and slightly concerned, I decided to play along, stepping into the role of the chivalrous gentleman. "Only if you promise not to call me uncle on the dance floor," I teased, leading him towards the pulsating beats.
As we danced, Rhean’s movements became more flamboyant, and he draped his arms around my neck, pulling himself closer. "You know, for an uncle, you’ve got some pretty good moves," he slurred, giggling.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, maintaining a careful distance as I replied, "And you, young woman, are quite the dancer yourself."
Just as I was beginning to enjoy our bizarre dance, Rhean’s face went pale, and I knew it was time to switch from gentleman to caretaker. I quickly led him to the women’s restroom, holding back his hair as he puked.
A young girl walked in, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. "Um, excuse me, sir? This is the women’s restroom," she stammered, her eyes darting between me and Rhean.
Rhean, still in the midst of his laughter fit, managed to gasp out, "It’s cool. He’s my uncle."
The girl raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but left us to our own devices. As she exited, I looked at Rhean and burst into laughter. "Well,I must tell you, that’s not a first time for me."
As we left the club, Rhean, still giggling, turned to me and said, "Thanks, Uncle. You're not so bad, for an old guy."
I shook my head, amused and oddly touched by the strange turn of events. "make sure to drink plenty of water and get some rest, young girl," I replied, slipping back into my 'uncle' persona one last time as I watched him climb into his Uber.
As I made my way home, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking that perhaps the night hadn’t been a total loss after all.
Hrisha (Tuesday, 24 October 2023 23:47)
Priyasri don’t stop…
These people are soft and biased, heck if you wanna dictate how she shoyld write then why don’t you write your own story
I don’t see why can’t we have someone as skilled as @priyasri to explore her own genre. Don’t stop midway that’s not you
Suman (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 01:12)
Please continue Anmol
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:29)
Title: "Sahil's Silken Secret"
Characters:
Sahil Kapoor: A young Indian man in his late twenties, Sahil possesses a unique condition that causes his hair to grow long and thick at an extraordinary rate.
Priya Sharma: A confident, middle-aged woman who has never been interested in traditional marriage but has a profound appreciation for gender fluidity and enjoys seeing Sahil's exploration of his feminine side.
Chapter 1: Embracing the Silken Locks
Sahil Kapoor had always been an ordinary man, leading a fairly unremarkable life as a software engineer in the bustling city of Mumbai. He was content with his job, friends, and daily routines. However, Sahil harbored a secret desire that set him apart from the typical man—he was infatuated with long, luscious hair.
It all began during his childhood when he stumbled upon an old photograph of his grandmother, her hair cascading down her back like a dark, velvety waterfall. The image mesmerized him, leaving an indelible mark on his memory. His grandmother's thick, beautiful hair became a symbol of feminine grace and beauty for him.
As Sahil grew older, his fascination with long hair continued to evolve. He'd often catch himself admiring women with intricate, flowing hairstyles that accentuated their femininity. However, he was acutely aware that traditional societal expectations for men didn't allow for the expression of such desires.
Sahil had always kept his longing for lustrous locks hidden deep within himself, hidden even from his closest friends. But things changed when he noticed a rather peculiar phenomenon. His hair began to grow at an unusually rapid rate. Within a month, what used to be a buzz cut would transform into an impressive mane of long, silky hair.
This newfound condition, while initially perplexing, soon became a source of inspiration and excitement for Sahil. It was as if the universe had given him an opportunity to explore the very thing he had secretly admired for years.
Embracing his unique gift, Sahil decided to set his hair free. With each passing day, his tresses grew longer, and he became bolder in experimenting with different hairstyles. He'd tie it up in intricate braids, let it flow freely like a waterfall, and occasionally add playful curls. It was an exquisite journey of self-expression, a symphony of femininity weaving its way into his life.
One day, while scrolling through social media, Sahil stumbled upon a YouTube channel dedicated to hairstyling and makeup tutorials. As he watched video after video, he realized that the world of hairstyling and makeup artistry was not only accessible but also a powerful medium for self-discovery.
The world of femininity beckoned him, and Sahil was ready to answer the call. With unbridled enthusiasm, he embarked on his journey to explore, embrace, and fully embody the spirit of the women he had secretly admired for so long.
In this remarkable chapter of his life, Sahil was ready to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, to redefine his own narrative, and to awaken the dormant feminine energy within himself. Little did he know that his path would soon cross with someone who would embrace his transformation with open arms, forever changing the course of his life.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:30)
Chapter 2: Taming the Secret
Sahil's luscious locks grew at an astonishing pace, quickly reaching his shoulders. He was fully aware that his evolving appearance was unique and defied conventional norms. His gender-fluid nature embraced the possibilities that came with his newfound gift.
However, living in a society that rarely accepted such fluidity, Sahil soon realized the necessity of keeping his secret hair hidden. The thick, silky strands posed a stark contrast to the conventional Indian male appearance, and he needed to find ways to remain unnoticeable. His hair, when unbound, cascaded down his back, easily reaching his hips.
With this long hair, Sahil began to experiment with various hairstyles. He found a sense of serenity in transforming his appearance, using hair buns, braids, and intricate hairdos that were both elaborate and feminine. Sahil's room became a sanctuary where he honed his skills, adding an artistic flair to every hairstyle. His hair was not merely an extension of his head; it was an intricate canvas that he painted daily.
What fascinated him the most was the boundless creativity that long hair allowed him. He could be a traditional Indian beauty with a graceful bun adorned with jasmine flowers one day and a modern, bohemian free spirit with flowing waves the next.
As Sahil delved into the world of hairstyling, he realized how this newfound skill granted him a sense of empowerment. He didn't need to fit into predefined boxes. He could be whoever he wanted to be, and his hair was the ultimate expression of that freedom.
Within months, Sahil's long hair became a defining aspect of his gender-fluid identity. While fully shaved, he could pass as either a man or a woman with ease. It was a chameleon-like ability that he reveled in, occasionally testing the limits of societal expectations by confidently presenting himself as a woman. At other times, he embraced his masculinity with the same self-assurance.
Sahil's secret was known only to a few close friends who, upon discovering his extraordinary gift, supported and encouraged his journey. For the world at large, he was a master of illusion, seamlessly blending in with either gender. His long hair was both a shield and a gateway to explore a new dimension of self-discovery.
But Sahil's life was about to change in a way he could never have imagined when he encountered someone who not only noticed his unique talents but also embraced the full spectrum of his gender-fluid identity. This serendipitous meeting would take him on a path of transformation, self-acceptance, and love he never thought possible.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:31)
Chapter 3: The Serendipitous Encounter
Sahil was enjoying an evening at a lively party, his gender-fluid appearance on full display. With a two-day beard and a hairstyle that could rival any woman's, he mingled effortlessly. As he moved through the crowd, his long, flowing hair caught the attention of many, mostly admiring glances and compliments.
But it was one particular glance that would change his life forever. Priya Sharma, a striking and confident woman, noticed Sahil from across the room. In the soft, dim party light, she mistook him for a woman. Her eyes locked onto his cascading hair, a quality she had always admired but could never achieve.
Intrigued, Priya approached Sahil, and their conversation began. She introduced herself and asked the question that was already on her mind, "Your hair is stunning. What's your secret for such long, beautiful locks?"
Sahil smiled and started to explain his unique condition, as he had done to close friends who knew his secret. However, halfway through the conversation, Priya gently interrupted him, realizing her earlier mistake.
Sahil was unfazed by her response, appreciating her straightforwardness and respectful nature. Instead of being offended, he admired her honesty and humor. They continued to chat, and what started as an unexpected encounter quickly became an engaging conversation. Priya found herself drawn to Sahil's wit, charm, and his strikingly different approach to life.
Over the following weeks, Sahil and Priya kept in touch. They went on dates, exploring each other's lives. Priya was fascinated by Sahil's ability to seamlessly switch between different expressions of gender and felt drawn to his genuine nature. Sahil, in turn, was enchanted by Priya's confidence and the way she embraced his fluid identity.
Their relationship deepened, and Sahil began to reveal more of his unique abilities. He demonstrated how his long hair allowed him to transform his appearance into anything he desired, from a traditional Indian belle to a modern, stylish young man.
Priya admired his skill and saw it as a testament to his creativity and individuality. She wasn't just in love with Sahil; she was captivated by the vibrant, multifaceted persona he represented.
Their relationship blossomed further, and Sahil and Priya shared the most intimate aspects of their lives. The connection between them was undeniable, grounded in mutual respect, admiration, and a shared sense of adventure.
Sahil's long hair, which had once been his secret and his armor, had now led him to the love of his life. He realized that his unique gift was not just a source of self-expression; it had introduced him to someone who saw the world with open eyes and an open heart.
Sahil's journey of self-discovery was about to become even more exciting, as he and Priya embarked on an adventure that would explore the boundaries of love, beauty, and the ever-expanding spectrum of gender identity. Together, they would redefine the meaning of being unapologetically themselves.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:32)
Chapter 4: Envious Curves
As Sahil's relationship with Priya deepened, he found himself continually enchanted by her. It wasn't just her confidence and charisma that drew him in; it was her unmistakable and enticing curves. Priya had an hourglass figure that Sahil couldn't help but admire.
Secretly, Sahil envied the way Priya's body curved, and he often found himself yearning to experience that same sensation, to feel the gentle sway of a feminine waistline and the subtle rise and fall of a voluptuous chest.
At times, Sahil's envy became more than just a fleeting thought. It lingered, a constant whisper in his mind, especially as he began to explore and embrace different aspects of his identity. He had longed for a body that could transform into the idealized image he saw in Priya's curves.
He admired the way Priya showcased her upper body with low-cut blouses that revealed a hint of cleavage. The sight of her in tight-fitting skirts, displaying her lower body's natural curves, fascinated him. He longed to have the same confidence in his own body.
Sahil, as a gender-fluid individual, felt that the addition of curves would complete his transformation and make him feel even more authentic. Yet, he hesitated to share these desires with Priya, fearing that they would change how she saw him.
The truth was, Priya's embrace of his fluid identity had given him the freedom to express himself fully. She had never pressured him to conform to any specific gender role, and her acceptance was something Sahil treasured. He didn't want to jeopardize that by revealing his own deep-seated desires.
Instead, he decided to embark on a personal journey. Sahil began researching and experimenting with ways to enhance his own curves, whether through fashion choices, makeup, or even prosthetics. He discovered that with the right wardrobe and makeup, he could emphasize his existing features and create the illusion of a more curvaceous figure.
The process was a learning experience for Sahil, and he began to appreciate his own body's unique qualities. He realized that his own curves, though different from Priya's, had their own charm and beauty.
Slowly, he embraced the notion that he could be his authentic self without having to perfectly mimic someone else. Sahil understood that his identity was fluid, and he could express it in various ways without needing to be confined to one idealized image.
As he continued to explore and experiment, Sahil discovered a newfound confidence that went beyond physical appearances. His relationship with Priya had taught him that love and acceptance came from being true to oneself, not from conforming to any predefined standard.
And as he would soon discover, his ongoing journey would not only change his perspective but also open up exciting opportunities that would help him and Priya connect even more deeply.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:33)
Chapter 5: Curvy Conversations
One sunny afternoon, as Sahil and Priya were out enjoying a leisurely stroll in a nearby park, the conversation took an intriguing turn. Sahil couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He decided to share his secret admiration for Priya's body curves.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sahil playfully remarked, "You know, Priya, I've been giving it some thought... I've always envied those incredible curves of yours. The way you flaunt them in those low-cut blouses and those figure-hugging skirts – it's just mesmerizing."
Priya chuckled, her laughter resonating with warmth and affection. She looked at Sahil and said, "Well, Sahil, it seems we have mutual admiration societies. Your luscious hair caught my attention right away at that party."
As they walked side by side, Priya continued, "But it's fascinating that you're so open about this. You really want to try gaining curves in all the right places to match your amazing hair, don't you?"
Sahil nodded, "Yes, it's not about becoming someone else. It's more about exploring different aspects of my identity. And your curves have definitely been an inspiration."
Priya grinned and then suggested, "Alright, if you're serious about this, I'd be more than willing to help. We can work on it together, in a fun and supportive way. I can share some tips and tricks to enhance what you already have."
Sahil's heart swelled with gratitude and excitement. He had anticipated that Priya might be willing to help, but he hadn't expected her to be so enthusiastic. Priya's openness and her willingness to assist him were truly heartwarming.
Over the following weeks, they embarked on a shared journey of exploration and expression. Priya taught Sahil the art of dressing to emphasize his existing features, showing him how the right clothing and makeup could create illusions of curves. She helped him pick outfits that complemented his unique physique and gave him the confidence to feel attractive and feminine.
But it wasn't just about the external aspects. Priya also encouraged Sahil to focus on self-acceptance and self-love. She made him realize that true beauty came from within and that self-assurance was the key to feeling attractive. The support and encouragement he received from Priya allowed Sahil to truly embrace his identity.
Their unique bond only grew stronger as they navigated the world of fashion, beauty, and self-discovery together. It was a journey full of laughter, joy, and moments of shared tenderness. And with each step, Sahil learned that there was so much more to the concept of beauty and curves than he had initially imagined.
As Sahil and Priya continued to explore their identities, their connection deepened. They realized that the true beauty of their relationship lay in their ability to accept and celebrate each other, flaws and all. And as their journey unfolded, the love between them became even more profound.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:36)
Chapter 6: Secrets of Curves
One evening, while Sahil and Priya were dining at a cozy restaurant, Sahil's curiosity about body curves resurfaced. He couldn't help but wonder if Priya's amazing figure was entirely natural or if there was something more to it. With genuine curiosity, he asked her, "Priya, I've been thinking, are your curves all natural, or is there something else that plays a part in your incredible figure?"
Priya smiled and put her fork down, considering her response. She appreciated Sahil's openness and honesty. "Well, Sahil," she began, "I'm a firm believer in the idea that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, and that includes enhancing your natural features if you choose to. So, while I'm quite proud of my curves, I'll confess that there's a bit more to it than just genetics."
Sahil's eyes widened with curiosity. "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning in to listen intently.
Priya continued, "I've put effort into maintaining a healthy lifestyle, which has certainly contributed to my figure. But I'll admit, there's a touch of enhancement involved. I've received breast implants and, in the past, I've tried hormone therapy to enhance my feminine features."
Sahil nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you for sharing that with me," he said. "I've been exploring ways to embrace my own identity, and I couldn't help but wonder about the various possibilities."
Priya reached across the table and placed her hand on his. "Sahil, the most important thing to remember is that each person's journey is unique. What works for one may not work for another. It's crucial to make decisions based on your own comfort and confidence."
She continued, "If you're interested in trying something like hormone therapy or any form of enhancement, it should be a personal choice that aligns with your own vision of yourself. What matters most is that you feel good about yourself and are true to who you are."
Sahil smiled appreciatively. "You're right, Priya. Your insight and support have been invaluable to me. I'm starting to realize that the journey to self-discovery is a process, and it's all about becoming the best version of ourselves."
The evening continued with warm conversation and laughter. They both appreciated their unique bond and the freedom to discuss such personal and meaningful topics. The trust and connection between them only grew stronger, strengthening the love that blossomed between Sahil and Priya.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:36)
Chapter 7: Embracing the New Beginnings
Sahil's workplace had always been an environment that welcomed diversity, but the announcement of a new LGBTQ+ policy made him see it in a different light. He observed how open and accepting his colleagues were towards gay and transgender individuals, and it stirred something within him. It was the final push he needed to come out as gender fluid.
One day, he decided to share his decision with Priya during a date. Over dinner at their favorite restaurant, he looked into her eyes and said, "Priya, I've been thinking a lot about my identity and how I want to express it. I've decided to take a three-month medical leave to embrace a more feminine lifestyle, starting with my appearance."
Priya's eyes sparkled with admiration and support. "Sahil, that's incredible news! I'm so proud of you for taking this step. You know that I'll be here to support you every step of the way."
As the evening continued, Sahil shared his intention to explore cosmetic procedures, particularly breast implants, to enhance his appearance. He explained that he wanted to capture a look that suited his gender-fluid identity and the journey he was on.
Priya listened attentively and nodded in agreement. "Sahil, I think that's a fantastic idea. If it's something that will make you feel more comfortable and confident in your own skin, then I'm all for it. I know a great cosmetic surgeon who has experience with various gender-affirming procedures. Would you like me to set up a consultation for you?"
Sahil smiled gratefully. "Priya, that would be wonderful. Thank you for your support and for being there every step of the way. I feel incredibly lucky to have you in my life."
As they finished their meal, Priya reached across the table and took Sahil's hand. "Remember, this journey is about discovering and embracing who you truly are, Sahil. I'm excited to witness your transformation and to see you evolve into the person you've always wanted to be."
They left the restaurant hand in hand, their connection deepening as they continued to explore the intricacies of their relationship and the beauty of self-discovery. Sahil knew that with Priya by his side, he was ready to embrace the new beginnings that awaited him.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:49)
Chapter 8: A Night of Shared Desires
As Priya and Sahil moved in together, they embarked on a journey of self-discovery and mutual support. The evening of their first night in their new home was filled with anticipation and excitement. The air was charged with feminine energy, and Shail couldn't help but admire Priya's sensuous curves as she moved gracefully around the room.
They decided to celebrate their new beginning with a romantic dinner, their favorite wine, and soft music that set the mood. Priya, wearing an alluring red dress that hugged her figure, exuded an air of confidence. Her laughter was contagious, and her eyes sparkled with desire.
As the evening progressed, Shail couldn't resist the temptation to feel the soft curves that Priya was flaunting. He brushed his fingers lightly across her waist and gently cupped her cheek, his voice laced with playful seduction. "Priya, you look breathtaking tonight. I can't help but admire these incredible curves of yours."
Priya smiled provocatively, her fingers tracing Shail's jawline. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to exploring your feminine curves too. I'm eager to see the beautiful transformation you're going through."
Their eyes locked in an intimate gaze, and the connection between them deepened. Priya moved closer to Shail, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Shall we explore your feminine side tonight, love?"
Shail's heart raced with anticipation, and his voice quivered with desire. "Yes, Priya, let's make this night unforgettable. Let's celebrate our love and the beautiful journey we're on."
As they kissed passionately, they embarked on a night filled with shared desires, embracing their ever-evolving connection and the excitement of being there for each other in every way. The feminine energy in their home pulsated as they celebrated this new chapter in their lives, filled with love, support, and unbridled passion.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:49)
Chapter 9: A Cosmetic Journey of Transformation
Shail and Priya, deeply committed to Shail's journey of self-discovery, embarked on a significant step towards Shail's transformation. Their next chapter began with an appointment at a well-known cosmetic surgeon's clinic.
As they sat in the waiting room, Shail's heart was aflutter with anticipation. The scent of fragrant candles and soft music in the background set the perfect atmosphere for what was to come. Shail couldn't help but admire the beautifully decorated clinic, which emanated a serene, feminine ambiance.
When they met the cosmetic surgeon, Shail discussed his desire for a more voluptuous figure to complement his luscious hair and feminine style. He wanted to look and feel more like the woman he aspired to be. After an insightful conversation with the surgeon, they decided that 38 DD breast implants would be a perfect match for Shail's body, enhancing his curves and creating a more feminine silhouette.
The surgeon also suggested lip suction to achieve plump, feminine lips. However, both Shail and Priya were in agreement that they didn't want to alter Shail's facial features that much. They wanted the transformation to be subtle and aligned with Shail's inner identity. They decided to focus on other aspects of his body that would accentuate his femininity.
The surgeon suggested adding some fat to Shail's buttocks to create an hourglass figure, which would complement the 38 DD breast implants. Shail agreed to the procedure, as it seemed like the perfect way to complete his transformation and enhance his feminine charm.
In the coming weeks, they would work closely with the surgeon to plan the surgeries and set a date for the transformation. Shail felt a sense of exhilaration and determination as he took this significant step towards realizing his dream of becoming the beautiful woman he felt inside. And Priya, his constant support and love, stood by his side every step of the way, making their journey a shared adventure filled with anticipation and fulfillment.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:50)
Chapter 10: A Night of Feminine Dreams
After the successful surgery and a month of careful recovery, Shail was finally given the all-clear by his doctor. It was a momentous occasion for both Shail and Priya as they realized that Shail's journey toward embracing his feminine self had taken a significant leap forward.
As Shail was preparing to leave the clinic, Priya couldn't help but tease him. She leaned in close and whispered, "I guess I'm the winner here. I get to play with those new, voluptuous breasts now." She couldn't resist adding a playful wink.
Shail, quick with a witty comeback, shot back, "Well, I've still got both the luscious hair and the curves you've always yearned for." His impish grin and twinkling eyes conveyed that he was in high spirits.
Priya responded with a fake pout, pretending to be jealous. "You do have a point there," she admitted, feigning regret.
Their banter continued as they left the clinic, both elated by the success of the surgery. Shail's journey towards a fuller expression of his femininity was now more complete, and he couldn't have done it without Priya's unwavering support.
As they returned home, Priya revealed a surprise she had meticulously planned. That night was a special one, as they would experience their first night together as two women. Shail, now with his enhanced curves, was filled with excitement, and Priya couldn't contain her anticipation.
The ambiance was set for a night of ultimate femininity. They adorned themselves in elegant lingerie, slipped into silky robes, and applied delicate makeup, enhancing their already stunning features. Shail, who was usually the one appreciating Priya's curves, now marveled at the beauty of his own body, his newfound breasts and the hourglass figure they had worked so hard to achieve.
Their shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the way they caressed one another's soft, feminine curves created an atmosphere of intimacy and fulfillment. The night was a tribute to their unique and deeply loving relationship, one that celebrated Shail's newfound confidence and the beauty of their shared journey. It was a night that symbolized the beginning of a new chapter for them both as they embraced the exciting and fulfilling life that lay ahead.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:51)
Chapter 11: A Night of Feminine Exploration
The night they had been eagerly waiting for had finally arrived. Shail had been discharged after his surgery, and the time had come for them to explore Shail's new, more feminine body. As they entered their bedroom, Priya unveiled her planned surprise: two matching babydoll nightdresses, a deep shade of passionate red. The dresses symbolized the newfound depths of their relationship and the journey they were on together.
They both stood in front of a full-length mirror, taking in the reflection of their double damka, an affectionate term they used for Shail's voluptuous curves. Laughter filled the room as they looked at their beautiful, feminine bodies. The transformation had brought them closer, and they cherished each other's beauty and uniqueness.
With their hearts fluttering, they slipped into the matching babydoll nightdresses. The silky fabric caressed their skin, and the dress's style emphasized their newly discovered feminine attributes. The dresses seemed to symbolize the unity and harmony that had blossomed within their relationship.
Under the soft glow of the room's lighting, they got under the satin sheets of the bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they lay there, bodies entwined, feeling the warmth and love between them. It was a night of deep connection and celebration of the beautiful journey they had undertaken together.
Their hands danced over each other's bodies, relishing in the softness and allure of the newly transformed Shail. The night was one of exploration, filled with tender touches and affectionate kisses. It was as if they were rediscovering each other in this exciting phase of their relationship.
With loving whispers and warm embraces, they gradually drifted off to sleep, safe in each other's arms. The serenity and contentment that enveloped them were a testament to the journey of self-discovery and love that had brought them to this moment. It was a night to remember, a celebration of their bond, and a preview of the wonderful life they were building together.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:51)
Chapter 12: Embracing the Day as Sakshi
The new day began with the soft murmur of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The bedroom was filled with a sense of serenity, a reflection of the bond that had grown stronger between Priya and Shail, now known as Sakshi. The lingering joy from their exploration the previous night lingered in the air.
Sakshi and Priya decided to start the day with an intimate bath, a beautiful way to relish their newfound journey together. The steamy bathroom was filled with laughter as they playfully rubbed slippery soaps onto each other's bodies. The warm water cascaded down, washing away the remnants of the past and embracing the new.
As they bathed, they discovered that their towels, typically meant to provide modesty, now revealed ample cleavage. Priya playfully suggested that Shail should adopt a new name, one that resonated with her more feminine identity. They considered several options, but finally, the name "Sakshi" was chosen. It was a name that felt right for this new chapter in their life.
Priya couldn't resist a playful moment, and she gently tugged at Sakshi's towel, unveiling the alluring beauty that had been hidden beneath. Sakshi, now with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, shared the laughter, embracing the spirit of the adventure that lay ahead.
After their bath, Sakshi and Priya moved to their bedroom, where a new day filled with feminine exploration awaited. The room was filled with excitement and the promise of new experiences, as Sakshi and Priya continued to journey together, hand in hand, embracing the beautiful transformation they were living.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:53)
Chapter 13: Shopping for Sakshi's Wardrobe
The anticipation was building as Sakshi and Priya were ready to embark on a full day of shopping to fill Sakshi's wardrobe. As they prepared to step out, Sakshi realized she didn't have a proper bra to provide the support she needed. But Priya, who had prepared for this day, had a delightful surprise in store for her.
With a bright smile, Priya presented a well-chosen bra and panty set, perfectly suited for Sakshi's dusky skin tone. The intricacy and the comfort of the lingerie set made Sakshi feel even more special and feminine. Priya had chosen every detail with care, ensuring that it was just right for her new identity.
Grateful for Priya's thoughtfulness, Sakshi quickly changed into the new lingerie. It was a comfortable yet sensuous fit, making her feel more confident and elegant. The undergarments complemented her skin tone, accentuating her curves in all the right places.
The duo continued getting dressed. Sakshi decided to wear her normal unisex attire but left a few more buttons open to reveal the alluring new lingerie. She tied her long hair into a lazy hair bun, a hairstyle that exuded an effortless elegance. Priya, sharing the same bun style, ensured that Sakshi's hair looked perfect.
With their wardrobe and confidence bolstered by the new lingerie, Sakshi and Priya set out for a day of shopping. They were excited to explore the world of fashion, discover beautiful outfits, and create a fabulous collection that would match Sakshi's new feminine identity. The day was filled with laughter, twirls in front of the mirror, and shared joy as Sakshi embraced her journey into femininity with Priya by her side.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:53)
Chapter 14: Shopping for Sakshi's Stylish Wardrobe
Their first stop on the shopping spree was to find clothes that would beautifully showcase Sakshi's new figure. They were on a mission to pick outfits that accentuated her curves, revealed some skin, and made her feel confident and stylish. Sakshi had a whole new wardrobe to build, and it started with trendy pieces that embodied her identity.
The first pick was a crop top paired with a tight, body-hugging mini skirt. The combination exposed her slender waist and toned thighs, which were further accentuated by stylish boots. Sakshi felt like a vision of beauty, brimming with newfound confidence. She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe the gorgeous reflection looking back at her.
Their shopping bags soon filled with dozens of bodycon dresses that hugged Sakshi's curves in all the right places, little black dresses for those special evenings out, and casual wear that offered both comfort and style. In addition, they picked up a variety of heels to complete each look, ensuring that Sakshi was always ready to strut her stuff with grace and poise.
One of the most enjoyable aspects of their shopping adventure was the time they spent in the trial rooms. Like two close girlfriends, Sakshi and Priya shared their fashion insights, opinions, and giggles while helping each other try on different outfits. Priya took the opportunity to teach Sakshi how to playfully tease anyone who couldn't resist ogling at their curves.
Their shopping day was more than just a trip to the mall. It was a transformative experience for Sakshi, who was embracing her femininity with each outfit she tried on. The bond between Sakshi and Priya grew even stronger as they navigated the exciting world of fashion together, determined to create a fabulous wardrobe that matched Sakshi's radiant new self.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:55)
Chapter 15: Transforming Shakshi at the Beauty Parlor
The next destination on their journey to embrace Shakshi's new identity was the beauty parlor. Shakshi was ready for a complete makeover. It started with a visit to the hairdresser, where she had her long, luscious locks trimmed and shaped to perfection. The new haircut was versatile, ensuring that her hair could be effortlessly styled in various ways, whether for a casual day out or a glamorous night on the town.
The next step was a visit to the beautician, where Shakshi had her eyebrows expertly shaped to frame her eyes beautifully. Subtle yet sultry makeup was skillfully applied, enhancing her features and adding a touch of allure to her face. Her eyes shimmered with a hint of mystery, and her lips were adorned with a shade that invited intrigue.
As Shakshi tried on a dress that was sleeveless with a very low back and a deep neckline, it was the epitome of seduction. The dress was a tease to the maximum degree for anyone who had the pleasure of looking. The ample cleavage on display was complemented by Shakshi's long hair, which gracefully cascaded down her bare back, adding an element of sensuality to the entire look. Priya couldn't help but whisper in Shakshi's ear, confessing her desire to trace her tongue along her exposed back.
With her transformation nearly complete, Shakshi changed into a pair of black heels that elevated her stature and added an aura of sophistication. Priya, too, had changed into a twin outfit to Shakshi's, albeit a bit less conservative, ready to embark on their adventures together.
It was a moment of triumph, as Shakshi stood before the mirror, admiring the enchanting reflection looking back at her. The journey of transformation was making her embrace her true self with each passing day, and she was now more than ready to take on the world, shoulder to shoulder with Priya, her partner in this incredible journey.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:57)
Chapter 16: A Night Out at the LGBTQ Pub
Shakshi and Priya embarked on a night out at a nearby LGBTQ pub, ready to make their presence known. As they entered the pub, heads turned in their direction, and the enigmatic aura of the newly transformed Shakshi and her gorgeous companion Priya left a trail of admirers in their wake.
Inside the pub, they let loose, dancing and giggling like two carefree souls. Their chemistry was undeniable, and they weren't shy about making their affection public. Their passionate kisses and affectionate touches didn't go unnoticed, and they soon became the center of attention.
The DJ played their favorite tracks, and they danced the night away, celebrating their newfound freedom and the authenticity of their love. Shakshi and Priya's enchanting moves on the dance floor were a sight to behold. Their love was so palpable that it electrified the room.
As the night progressed, they entered a kissing competition held in the pub. Their shared passion and affection made them the stars of the show. They kissed passionately, breaking the previous record for the longest kiss. As a result, they were awarded a gift voucher worth Rs. 10,000 to shop at Victoria's Secret.
In the cab ride back home, they snuggled up close to each other, reveling in the events of the night. The cab they took had a lady driver, adding a sense of comfort and ease to their journey. Shakshi and Priya's love story was a testament to the beauty of authenticity and the power of self-expression, and they couldn't have been happier.
As the cab pulled up to their doorstep, Shakshi and Priya knew they were in the midst of a remarkable journey of love and self-discovery, and they were eager to see what lay ahead.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 11:58)
Chapter 17: A Lazy Morning and a Steamy Afternoon
The morning after their night out at the LGBTQ pub, Shakshi and Priya woke up with hangovers but also with hearts full of love and a sense of connection that was stronger than ever. They were both eager to explore each other's bodies once again, and their love was like a fire that couldn't be extinguished.
After a passionate and soothing bath together, they dried each other off and shared a relaxing start to the day. Shakshi was dressed in a casual, oversized tee, while Priya opted for a cute crop top and a lacy panty. The contrast between their outfits perfectly mirrored their unique personalities, and the sight of them together was a picturesque fusion of love and desire.
They decided to prepare a delicious breakfast, making pancakes together with a playful kitchen banter and fits of giggles. As they snuggled up to eat breakfast while watching a chick flick on Netflix, it became evident that they still couldn't keep their hands off each other. The energy between them was electrifying, and it didn't take long for their passion to ignite.
The afternoon saw the two lovers engaged in yet another intense love-making session. Their physical attraction was undeniable, and the emotional connection they shared intensified every intimate moment. Their journey of love, self-discovery, and femininity had brought them closer than ever, and they cherished every moment spent together.
As the day wore on, Shakshi and Priya's love story continued to unfold in all its beauty and complexity, and they knew that the future held even more adventures, laughter, and unforgettable moments.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 12:03)
Chapter 18: Saree Sensations
Late in the evening, Priya had a unique request for Shakshi: she wanted to see Shakshi try on sarees, but with a bold and non-conservative twist, showing off more skin. Shakshi couldn't say no to her love, knowing that this was another opportunity to explore the fascinating world of femininity. They decided to visit a nearby boutique that Priya was well-acquainted with and explained their unconventional request.
The boutique staff, experienced in creating unique and alluring outfits, took on the challenge. In a matter of hours, they provided two sensational sarees with deep-neck, backless blouses, and transparent fabric. The sarees were a striking red color, designed to make a statement.
Shakshi was thrilled to assist Priya with her makeup and hairdo skills, carefully enhancing her partner's beauty. As they both got ready in matching red sarees, Shakshi couldn't help but admire how her ample cleavage was on full display. Her curves were indeed one of her best assets, and they were beautifully emphasized by the daring blouse.
Shakshi and Priya headed to an elegant restaurant for a night of wine and fine dining. The minute they entered the establishment, all eyes were on them. The restaurant's patrons couldn't help but be captivated by the two women, especially when they shared a passionate kiss in the center of the room. Shakshi and Priya's love and sensuality were undeniable, and they had no qualms about displaying their affection in public. Their journey was one of self-discovery, love, and femininity, and they reveled in every bold and empowering moment together.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 12:07)
Chapter 19: Fitness and Femininity
Shakshi and Priya had a peaceful slumber, both falling asleep with their sarees artistically disarranged, revealing their alluring blouses that were barely able to contain their ample breasts. The sight was nothing short of artistic, a testament to their blooming femininity.
On this particular morning, Shakshi was the early riser. She carefully got out of bed, still admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her feminine allure was undeniable, even in the soft morning light. She decided to surprise Priya with breakfast in bed, a delightful gesture that showed her appreciation for her partner. Shakshi was dressed casually, donning nothing more than a pair of tight shorts. It was a contrast to their previous evening's extravagant attire, yet it was equally appealing.
Priya, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised by the morning treat. She enjoyed her breakfast as Shakshi watched with a smile. Today was going to be different; they had plans for some shopping. Their destination was a sports store where they picked out gym clothes and tight yoga attire. These would become part of their daily routine to maintain their well-toned and feminine figures. They selected supportive yet revealing sports bras, snug shorts, leggings, and hairbands for their workouts.
With their new sportswear, they started working out together. Priya guided Shakshi through various exercises with lots of giggling and light-hearted moments. Their fitness regimen included yoga to ensure they maintained a flexible and graceful physique. After their workout, they had the chance to shower together once more, indulging in the delightful sight of each other's ample cleavage, which was only barely concealed by their bath towels. The routine not only kept them in shape but also gave them a reason to enjoy the sensuality of each other's bodies day after day.
Carina (Wednesday, 25 October 2023 12:08)
Chapter 20: Love and Kneading in the Kitchen
As the day transitioned into the evening, Shakshi and Priya decided to prepare a cozy home dinner. On the menu were roti, sabji, and a bottle of wine to end the day on a romantic note. Shakshi took the task of kneading the dough for the roti, getting her hands involved in the culinary process, while Priya found herself equally involved.
As Shakshi carefully kneaded the dough, she couldn't help but notice Priya's playful hands working on her breasts. It was a captivating scene in the kitchen, as Shakshi gracefully kneaded the dough with a sense of pride for her cooking skills while Priya kneaded her breasts with affection. The tender gesture was soothing, particularly for Shakshi, as it helped alleviate any lingering discomfort from her recent surgery.
During this intimate moment, Priya couldn't help but express her own feelings. She shared her jealousy about Shakshi's ample breasts, wishing that she could enjoy the same sensation. Shakshi giggled and lovingly reassured Priya. With one hand kneading dough and the other wrapped around Priya, she reminded her partner of her uniqueness and the love they shared.
After a delightful cooking session, they had a healthy dinner with the wine they had chosen earlier. The evening continued with their affectionate bond, and they soon found themselves in an intimate embrace in their purple babydoll nightdresses, a special gift they had earned with their Victoria's Secret voucher.
Their room echoed with the harmonious symphony of love as they made passionate love in a girl-on-girl fashion. The sheer intensity of their connection left both of them moaning with pleasure, and the experience was nothing short of extraordinary. As they reveled in each other's warmth, the love and intimacy shared by these two friends with beautiful breasts carried them into a peaceful night's sleep.
10 more parts to follow.. pl share your valuable feedback sisters
GRAMMAR (Saturday, 28 October 2023 20:16)
Hi Carina, good attempt..but AI stories are boring..
Renga (Saturday, 28 October 2023 21:16)
Anmol pls continue
Poornima (Sunday, 29 October 2023 00:38)
Exactly, we can easily makeout the AI stories. No fun there!
CD girl (Sunday, 29 October 2023 05:31)
boring stories
Raji Kumari (Sunday, 29 October 2023 09:27)
Stories about long hair, braids
Carina (Sunday, 29 October 2023 10:34)
fine will not post other parts of stories as most of the comments were not encouraging. Hope to see more interesting stories. This site had better stories. But now a days its not upto the mark. So I took some time to work on a better idea to make a story but it was given this boring welcome. Hence this series will not continue. Others keep writing
Carina (Sunday, 29 October 2023 10:35)
Requesting admin to delete my content too so others will get space to write more
Ty (Sunday, 29 October 2023 13:53)
Where to generate AI crossdressing stories for free?
New stories (not AI) (Monday, 30 October 2023 13:03)
You can look at this one.. images were AI it seems.. but stories are original.
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Ai stories will not be that much interesting upto my knowledge
Carina (Tuesday, 31 October 2023 05:10)
Dear Admin..pl delete the entires to let others post interesting stories.
Jascd girl (Tuesday, 31 October 2023 11:35)
Rainy Day Part 1
My name is Arun, and I am a student in 12th grade. One day I visited my best friend Nisha's house for combine study. It was a rainy day, so I got completely drenched. i asked Nisha to get some cloths to change. She gave me a towel and asked me to freshen up . After bathing, I came out from the bathroom wearing a towel. Then nish entered the room with her dad’s shirt and pants. I immediately covered my chest with my hands. Because my chest is like girls' breasts.
Usually, I wear only loose clothes to hide my chest from others
She was shocked when she saw my body. she came close to me and touched my breasts.
She said “you have wonderful breasts. why you don’t tell to me “
Please don't tell anyone, they will tease me
Hey, don’t worry my dear. I don’t tell to anyone. you are my best friend
Thanks, give those cloths
No, I will get you some other dress. that suits you better
She opened her cupboard and took out a blue embroidery Kurti and pink
patiala pant
This is better is better for you
no, I can't wear a girl's dress
please ,please please you look so beautiful in this dress. You already don’t any have facial hair. So look so pretty in this. please wear it for me
she takes kurti and placed on my body I feel something sensational. Fabric of dress is so nice and sexy. finally I agree to wear it . I started to wear the kurti, she stops me
Before wear kurti ,you need to wear bra .
she takes one white bra and panty
hey this is no needed, I don’t want to wear bra and panty
why dear? you have breasts .so you need this . Bra gives support to your soft boobs and panty is much better than your underwear. She gives me bra and panty. Then I go to bathroom and put on the panty. I feel very comfort. it’s really felt soft and skilly. Then I started wearing a bra, but I couldn't hook it. I wrapped the towel around my waist and come out side.
I not able to wear this, how girls wearing bra?
She help me to put bra and take off my towel. now I am only in bra and panty . I feel so shy and embarrassed. She is laughing while seeing shyness
Why are you so shy? we both are girls. you have perfect figure .give some sexy poses .
Then she takes camera and started take pics …
Give comments and suggestions for part 2
ramani (Tuesday, 31 October 2023 13:54)
jascd girl please continue your story. try forced feminization things
Bebo (Tuesday, 31 October 2023 17:59)
Jadcd nice story
Amritha (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 02:43)
Superb start Jascd girl pls continue soon
Jascd girl (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 05:02)
Thanks for your valuable comments
Rainly day Part 2.
She started recording with her mobile.
Hey..no.. what are you doing ? Please don't take any pictures .
Please, my dear, I don't want to miss these precious moments. That's why I am capturing this.
I feel so embarrassed right now that I can't even look up. My hands are covering my face in shame.
Hey come on my dear...
you're looking absolutely stunning in that bra and panty!.
Please strike a girly pose, or else I might share this video on Facebook and WhatsApp.
Every one will see you.....
Ohh please don't do that. How I can face my friends and family
Then, from now you have to do whatever I say. Otherwise you what will happen.
Ok I will do whatever you say.
That's my sweet doll.
Then I stand like lingerie model.. she take lot of pics and videos.
Arun ,you are really looking gorgeous in the pink bra and panty �.
You are the most amazing doll ever I had, Arun! Ohh, that name doesn't quite suit my sweet doll.
From now your name is Anusha.
Tell me now. My name is Anusha and I love to be girl.
With heiswith hesitate , the say same.
She is enjoying all.
Now it's time to dress up .
Please post your comments and suggestions for part 3
Jascd girl (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 05:07)
Sorry for typing mistakes
Sagarika (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 08:42)
Superb please continue
kau (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 10:51)
Hi can anyone write an Age PROGRESSION story.
Priya (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 12:53)
Superb story Jascd Girl..... My small suggestion I want anusha as my wife and as a Nishas sister and bought up like a guy but biologically a girl but having all male mentality
Dolly (Wednesday, 01 November 2023 16:36)
Great story Jascd girl
Jascd girl (Thursday, 02 November 2023 05:42)
Thanks for support
part 3
She give me a camisole and pink kurti top with blue embroidery designs It's look very beautiful. She helped me to put on the kurti top .it is perfectly fit on me . my bra strap was exposed .she adjust the kurti to hide to the bra starps and she take the blue patiala pants .I put my legs on Patiala pant .She tied the laces of the pants around my waist.
I feel an incredible sensation as the fabric of the dress gently caresses my body.
Wow my dear doll ,you look so beautiful in this dress and you have a excellent body shape.
I looked in the mirror and I couldn't believe it .because my body really looked like a girl
Dress perfectly fit to my body. so it is expose my breast and shape very well. Before I hate my body ,but now I started loving my self .I am enjoying my beauty.
Suddenly the room door opened and her mother came inside.
mom burst into laughter. Mom can't stop laughing when she sees me. Nisha also started laughing.
I feel embarrassed to be standing here. dressed like a girl in front of these two women.
Arun , what happened to you ?
Why are you wearing this.?
suddenly Nisha reply
Mom, he likes to wear girl dress. He begged me a lot.
That's why I made him wear my dress. How does he look?
No mom ,please don't believe Nisha. She is lying . She only forced me to do this.
Relax Arun , I know my daughter very well. She loves to make boys dressed as girl and
humiliating them.
She would dress her father in a saree and churidar and make her a girl and make him do all the housework. he also accepted to do this for his daughter happines
I was shocked..
Mom, his is name is anusha.
sorry her name is anusha
Mom laughs. Anusha ,you are a grown up girl. So you need to take more attention on your dressing.
I didn't understand.. what she mean.
Mom: where is your dupatta.?.
Then only I realized that my breasts were clearly visible.
Nisha is laughing at me , she take the blue dupatta with pink flowers ( matching with kurti) and give to mom.
mom neatly pleated dupatta and draped the dupatta over both of my shoulders, covering my chest.
You have to take care of dupatta to cover your breast.
Nisha:Why did you drop you dupatta like this? Just put it on one side so that everyone can see her beautiful breast .
Hearing this, my mother started laughing
I was totally embarrassed and ashamed because of my girl friend and her mother talking about my breasts and shape.
Mom : anusha looks beautiful without even makeup and ornaments.
Nisha : Nisha : let's do it mom, anusha is my doll.
Sorry for mistakes
Post your comments and suggestions for part 4
( I need a help to continue)
Adithi V (Thursday, 02 November 2023 14:42)
Short story(part-01)
Locked Up
Don't look at me like this now. You know well how much I have been suffering by this lock up.
Really! The lock down only made you look very thin and slim along with your other health issues. Then what do you need me to do?to let you die!
Then what else I do with my
minimum salary that was
only allowing me to pay the
EMI of our flat and our
minimum medical and
food requirements. Look
at you, how much slim has
you become. And do you
want to buy new dresses
for you when you are right
home itself!
I didn't say any such things but at present we are outside and every person going around us is having eyes on me as well as you. This was not part of a deal right.
See no one will believe you are my husband after this much transformation you achieved due to the pandemic.
That pandemic only made me slim, right?
No, that is the wrong statement that you became just slim. You lose fat in many places but you gain fat in many places as well. That's why even with very minimal padding you have achieved a better look at your top as well as the bottom.
These things will not answer my question right!
Yeah nothing will answer your doubts. I would say aloud that I love the way you are now! How do you want me to say that I love being lesbian lover to my husband!
What!
Yeah dear, I have fallen love with you maybe more than hundred times than I loved you as my husband. The normal man who just cares for his wife without thinking anything about anything else. But now even at home you looked so shy and naughty, wearing my dresses and makeup.
Can you please shut up? That was all a part of the game that you used to make me play.
(This is not an ai story)
crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories/art/NFSW-15-Locked-up-01-991985343
Unknown (Thursday, 02 November 2023 21:27)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/11/a-mom-who-always-wanted-girl-3.html
Give the suggestions in the comments section
Sakshi (Friday, 03 November 2023 03:00)
Hello everyone this is my first story, I hope you enjoy it.
Secret Desires: Part 1
I wake up as the morning sun gently falls on my face. It's 8 in the morning, and I hear the soft tinkling of my wife's payal as he approaches our bed. I try to open my eyes and see him bringing my morning coffee. He is elegantly dressed in a well-draped yellow saree with a red border and a red blouse, adorned with 12 bangles on each of his hands. Of course, he's wearing his mangalsutra, a symbol of our commitment that he never takes off. He comes closer and offers me my coffee, greeting me with a warm "Good morning Ji." no longer using my name. I lean back against the bed's headrest as I accept the coffee and smile.
Taking a sip, I gaze at my pretty husband who has been patiently standing by my bedside. I can't help but reflect on how, once a proud owner of a thriving company, he's now become such an obedient housewife. And i used to be his secretary now I run the office.
My name is Sakshi Upadhyay, and it all began three years ago when I was 22. I had always been a confident and bright person, holding a degree in BCA. However, I was struggling to find a job. I resided in Mumbai in a rented apartment with three other roommates. Due to my financial needs, I decided to apply for the position of a secretary in an investment firm. I received an invitation for a personal interview, but there was something peculiar about this company - they insisted on a strict dress code requiring a formal saree for the interview. Sarees were never my style; in fact, I considered myself somewhat of a tomboy. Nevertheless, out of necessity, I chose to drape a grey saree with the help of the internet and attend the interview.
After waiting for about 20 minutes, I was called into a cabin. It was there that I first met Sujal. He had a decent build but leaned towards the skinny side, with a soft face and a gentle smile. He was impeccably dressed in a grey three-piece business suit. Sujal Sir kindly offered me a seat, and it was quite evident that I was struggling to move around in the saree. I despised every moment of it, and I noticed that Sujal Sir even chuckled as he watched me struggle. I shot him an annoyed look and he chose to focus on the floor. That's when I first glimpsed his submissive nature.
Sujal Sir continued the interview, frequently glancing at my saree, which struck me as odd at the time, but in hindsight, it all starts to make sense. Despite my initial discomfort with the attire, I managed to excel in the interview and secured the position of his secretary. The opportunity was too good to pass up, so I had no choice but to embrace wearing a saree to work, at least for the time being.
I joined the company, still not willing to invest in my own saree, so I borrowed one from my roommates, who were more accustomed to feminine attire than I was. On my first day, as I was organizing some files on Sujal Sir's desk, I accidentally glanced at his PC and instinctively reached out to touch the mouse. He immediately noticed and began scolding me in a very high-pitched voice, but I couldn't help but notice that he appeared extremely nervous, almost as if he had narrowly escaped something. After giving me a stern scolding that lasted for about five minutes, he eventually let me go. He then quickly checked his PC and shut it down, leaving me to wonder what had just occurred.
It had been about a week since I started working in the office, and everything seemed to be going well. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that I deserved something better, something more. Sujal Sir was out for a meeting that day, and I found myself with nothing to do in the office. That's when I recalled the incident from my first day, the one with his PC. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist the temptation to take a look.
As I explored the contents of his PC, I discovered that his web browsers had sites related to crossdressing and sissification open. What was even more intriguing was a folder named 'F.' I couldn't resist the curiosity, so I opened it and found numerous pictures of Sujal Sir with the FaceApp gender swap filter applied, transforming him into a woman. The discovery left me both surprised and puzzled, as I tried to make sense of what I had stumbled upon.
Sakshi (Friday, 03 November 2023 03:03)
Secret Desires: Part 2
I understood what was happening, and I decided to have a little fun. I sat on his chair with my feet up on the table, waiting for his return. When he entered his cabin and saw me in this unconventional position, he instantly started to shout, demanding to know what I was doing. I turned the screen of his PC toward him and asked innocently, "What's all this about?" Then I let out a laugh. He was sweating profusely, clearly taken aback.
I mocked him, saying, "Who in their right mind browses websites like these on their office PC?" He just looked down, unable to utter a single word. "Please, Sakshi, don't mention this to anyone else," he pleaded, transforming into an extremely submissive person.
Enjoying the moment, I raised my voice and told him, "You'll call me Sakshi Ma'am from now on. Is that clear?" He stammered, "Yes, Ma'am, I mean Sakshi Ma'am," almost teary-eyed. It was an amusing turn of events.
He asked, "What do you want?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, then shifted my gaze down, making him even more nervous. "Many things," I laughed, "Let's start by revoking this silly saree rule. You introduced it to ogle at sarees, right? Since you can't wear them yourself." I wondered why he didn't take more drastic action, like firing me, but it seemed he couldn't.
"Done, whatever you say, ma'am," he agreed. I then informed him that I was heading home for the day and casually mentioned that I had sent myself all those FaceApp pictures and taken photos of those websites. With that, I left, leaving him in a state of nervous confusion.
Throughout that day, I couldn't help but think of ways to have more fun with the situation. The next day, I decided to switch up my attire. I arrived at the office wearing a white shirt with grey trousers, quite different from the traditional saree. I intentionally arrived late, and when I entered the cabin, Sujal stood up, nervously addressing me, "Good morning, Ma'am." And asked me if I had mentioned anything to anyone.
I decided to tease him a bit more. I responded, "No, I haven't told anyone anything, and I won't, as long as you continue to do what I say and be a good girl." My playful demeanor was making the situation even more interesting, and I could see the apprehension in Sujal's eyes as he tried to comply with my requests.
I tossed a bag toward him and instructed him to open it. Inside, he found a pink saree with a frilly border and a baby pink blouse, which actually belonged to my roommate, who was on the larger side for a girl. Sujal trembled as he examined the contents of the bag. "What is this?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
I responded with a cold tone, "Come on, as if you don't know what it is. Put it on." He didn't resist and kept his gaze fixed on the ground. He stammered, "How can I do it here?" As if he might consider it somewhere else. I teased, "Yes, here. No one can notice you in this place." The idea of making him put on the saree in the office was both amusing and intriguing, and he seemed to reluctantly accept the challenge.
Sujal began the process of putting on the saree, taking off his clothes and donning the petticoat and blouse. Surprisingly, he draped the saree with the finesse of a perfectionist, which made me recall how I had needed internet assistance when I first tried it. Watching him do it so effortlessly and skillfully was entertaining and intriguing, adding to the fun of the situation.
Once he had finished putting on the saree, I couldn't help but be quite impressed with how good he looked in it. The saree was undeniably feminine, even for a woman, so seeing a man wear it was both comical and, I suspected, a bit humiliating for him. However, there was a strange sense that he might be enjoying it as well.
Given that his office cabin was closed, ensuring his professional image remained untarnished, I made sure that no one could see what was happening inside. I then decided to play along and told him, "Now, you'll be my secretary for the day." To my surprise, he appeared thrilled and excited about the prospect, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity.
(Please tell me if i should continue this story and also give me suggestions of what you might want to happen ahead.)
Ramya (Friday, 03 November 2023 05:15)
sakshi please continue your story.superb. Add more humiliation parts.
JJ (Friday, 03 November 2023 07:16)
Sakshi please complete your story it really break heart when people left incomplete story here please don't left it in between
vrt (Friday, 03 November 2023 10:32)
Please include marriage and frist night also completed story with out delay
Adithi V (Friday, 03 November 2023 11:27)
Locked up(Second part)
Yeah that is true, but now I love to be having you with me in these pretty dresses and you know one thing, with your voice modulation skillset, you are already shortlisted for the radio jockey's position and that salary will help us get back to our normal life easily.
So this is our normal life now? How will we face society! As two women!.
I didn't say so. But I am well aware that you too love this get up and mannerism. After this transformation, you never got any panic attacks or any other health issues. Moreover, you look so young. And pretty as well.
But these are the power of your makeup skills. Maybe because of proper exercise and yoga, I gained this better life. So we can stop this crossdressing right dear?
No, I am looking forward to more. I want you to be a more natural, urban and beautiful wife who has been living with me for the last 2 years.
So you forgot we have been married for 7 years now!
Who said I forgot? This is the second marriage that we are going to do and we will be practice and lesbian partners for each other and you know most of the time you will be required to be in traditional dresses while going to that radio office.
Are you serious! If we go further, we may not be able to turn back.
My love, do I look like talking any of this for fun right now? I love you my sweetheart.
I love you too, my better half. But at least promise that you will find dresses which are not this much revealing for my office time.
My sweetie I know you don't like revealing type dresses, but I cannot be restricted at home for sure. Let's go and have some fun.. it's Pooja time… And we are ready properly…
(This is not an ai story)
crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories/
Suggestion to Sakshi (Saturday, 04 November 2023 08:31)
Hey sakshi,
Going great, please continue and try to write the details of dressing of Sakshi getting dressed as tomboy Boss of the office and forcing Sujal to dress and act submissive as wife. Try to develop a relationship between them, going on outings before wedding.
Sakshi (Sunday, 05 November 2023 06:12)
Secret Desires: Part 3
I sat down in the chair and began going through the files on the desk. To be honest, I didn't really understand much of what was in them, but I wanted to make it clear that I was the one in charge now.
After that, I asked Sujal to use the office intercom and let everyone know they could go home for the day. They all seemed pleased to hear that and left, leaving just Sujal and me in the office. He was standing there in his pretty pink saree, looking at me.
I instructed him to bring me a glass of water, and he hurried to the water dispenser to get it. However, as he was on his way to hand me the glass, a few drops accidentally spilled onto the files. This was the opening I had been seeking. I didn't hesitate; I tossed the water from the glass onto his face and rebuked him sternly and unforgivingly.I scolded him with a firm and harsh tone, my words cutting through the air like a whip. I didn't hold back, making it clear that I was displeased with his actions. My voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument. Sujal could feel the weight of my authority as I reprimanded him.
Sujal stood there silently, his head hung low in submission. I relished every moment of his obedience; he looked quite adorable. "Is this how you intend to be a good secretary?" I inquired.
"No, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am. This won't happen again," he replied, his voice filled with regret and a promise to do better.
After that incident, I continued to assign him some trivial tasks like making me coffee. I must admit, I was surprised by how well he managed it. Out of curiosity, I asked him how he became so proficient at these tasks, and he revealed that he lived alone in his apartment and had to handle everything by himself. I was genuinely impressed.
As time passed, I grew a bit bored with the office, so I decided to take things to the next level. I asked him to take me to his home, thinking that it could provide the opportunity for more exciting adventures.
Sujal was more than eager to comply, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that he had a masochistic side, something I was beginning to relish discovering about him. He asked if he could change before we left, but I smirked and firmly replied, "No need. Besides, you have a car, and no one can see you inside it." He had no choice but to agree, making sure he remained as inconspicuous as possible. It was quite amusing to see him like this.
I mentioned that I would drive, emphasizing once again who was in control. I walked to the car, opened the passenger seat door for him, and he got in. I then took the driver's seat, and he guided me to his apartment. Luckily, it was an off-time, so there was no traffic. We arrived at his apartment building, and the watchmen recognized Sujal's car and opened the gates for us.
Now in the podium parking, Sujal was still wearing his pink saree, and we had to ensure no one saw him. I suggested he use a ghoonghat, which he did, and we stepped into the elevator. Fortunately, no one else entered the elevator with us, and we reached his floor without any incidents.
As we entered his apartment, Sujal appeared relieved that everything had gone smoothly. He walked into the house, but I remained standing at the doorway. I pointed at my shoes, ordering him to remove them.
Sakshi (Sunday, 05 November 2023 06:45)
Secret Desires: Part 4
As we entered his apartment, Sujal appeared relieved that everything had gone smoothly. He walked into the house, but I remained standing at the doorway. I pointed at my shoes, ordering him to remove them.
He understood his task and approached me. Bending down, he gently removed my shoes. However, as he stood back up, something peculiar happened. He intentionally let his pallu, the loose end of his saree, fall down. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. Quickly, he adjusted it back to its rightful position, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
Sujal's apartment was luxurious, and I quickly made myself comfortable. I turned on the TV and instructed Sujal to bring me a drink as I intended to watch the cricket match scheduled for that day. It was India versus the West Indies, and India needed to chase down a target of 194 runs. The Indian women's team had just started their innings with Jemimah Rodrigues and Smriti Mandhana as the openers.
Sujal returned with a freshly prepared lemonade and noticed that I was engrossed in the match. He inquired if I liked sports, to which I responded affirmatively. He then admitted that he wasn't a fan of sports, not understanding the basics of cricket or having much interest in it.
I seized this opportunity and decided to have a little fun. I ordered him to become the cheerleader for the match, which left him looking puzzled. I explained that whenever the batter hit a boundary, he had to dance. I could see the embarrassment in his eyes, but he followed my command, albeit hesitantly.
Both of India's openers were performing exceptionally well, hitting boundaries frequently. It was quite humiliating for Sujal, now Sujata, to dance like a cheerleader in a saree, especially for a women's cricket match. I made sure to instruct him to perform very feminine moves, even though he was a less than stellar dancer, which only added to my amusement.
While watching the match, I told him that the name Sujal didn't suit him; he wasn't man enough for it. From now on, he would be Sujata. He lowered his head and complied, and in retrospect, he seemed to derive some enjoyment from it.
Eventually, Smriti Mandhana reached her half-century, and I ordered Sujata to kiss her image on the screen. He hesitated but eventually obeyed. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight. A few minutes later, Jemimah Rodrigues also reached her 50, and Sujata knew what was expected. Once again, he kissed the screen.
The Indian team ultimately won the match with six wickets remaining, and it was interesting to see Sujal, now Sujata, starting to take a genuine interest in the game. (This routine of ours became a fixture for every India game, adding an element of fun and humiliation to our interactions.)
Ramya (Sunday, 05 November 2023 08:09)
Sakshi please add me to humalite sujitha
Adithi V (Sunday, 05 November 2023 12:02)
Remarriage!
Looking at the photo they took last week, he smiled and looke at his wife.
"Wow, those festival days have been wonderful. Especially the three days where we went outside for the trip. No one identified us. Your plan was wonderful, my sweet lady.
Mm,. For me you looked more prettier than I was. And look at you in this pic. You were so feminine. That green dress matched you very well..
It's been 7 years of married life… I have never felt alive since then..
Ok the let's get married again then..
What!
Ya. I am serious, Just obey what I say ok?
Mm.. ok..
After 10 days……
Baby, don't you think this is a bit too much!
Why? We are getting married without any known persons around… our money, our life, who cares! You're happy right?
I am so happy that you are keeping me equal in our marriage life. And you proved it again.
But look at us. It's so strange, right?
This will get strange if there are two grooms for us. We are getting married. Just the dress is the same, ya different colors though. Last time you were in green, now it's me.…
So simple! It's not just the dress, I am all dolled up like a bride dear..
Naughty, we are the bride's for each other… So, stop playing around.. let's complete the wows.. Ok?
Mm.. ok my love…
(This is not an ai story)
crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories/
Unknown (Sunday, 05 November 2023 20:17)
https://newtgstories.blogspot.com/2023/11/a-mom-who-always-wanted-girl-4.html
Pls give suggestions in the comments
Hema (Monday, 06 November 2023 04:12)
Jascd girl , pls continue your story .
Waiting for part 4
Anonymous (Monday, 06 November 2023 11:09)
Create new blog for tamil
साक्षी फॅन (Tuesday, 07 November 2023 12:24)
Please sakshi didi story bahut achhi hai hm itjar kr rhe hai story ki
X (Tuesday, 07 November 2023 12:54)
Tamil se Neya blog bhanavo
Anandhi (Thursday, 09 November 2023 07:17)
https://anandhiurl.blogspot.com/
Dear tamil readers pls visit my blog new parts of the stories updated
KK (Thursday, 09 November 2023 19:25)
Please write in English also we didn't get any new stories now a days
Sakshi (Thursday, 09 November 2023 20:51)
Hey sakshi,
Please continue, waiting for the new parts..
Sakshi (Friday, 10 November 2023 11:31)
Secret Desires: Part 5
After the cricket match, I looked at Sujal, wondering what to do next. I decided to order food because we were both hungry, and I didn't want him to cook. I chose what I wanted without asking him. The food would arrive in 45 minutes, and I purposely chose to pay cash on delivery. I told Sujal to set the table. He did it quickly while humming a song. He seemed to enjoy it. When he finished, he came to me, asking what to do next.
Sitting down, I allowed Sujal to take a break until our food arrived. As he settled, he hesitated before asking if he could share something. Sujal revealed that he never had much interest in typical boyish activities. Early on, he learned that publicly embracing more feminine interests would subject him to mockery, so he diligently maintained a tough facade. As someone who'd faced criticism for being a tomboy, I empathized with his struggle. In a somewhat passive manner, he thanked me for the day.
While I was still processing this unexpected gratitude, my phone rang. It was the delivery guy claiming to be downstairs. Allowing him access to the building, I informed Sujal that he would be receiving the parcel. Reluctant and on the verge of rejecting the idea, he complied after I shot him a convincing look.
Giving him specific instructions, I emphasized that he had to pay for the food, receive the parcel, and express gratitude to the delivery guy. Taking a deep breath as the doorbell rang, Sujal covered his face with the saree pallu. With a mix of curiosity and confusion, the delivery boy tried to catch a glimpse of his face while Sujal attempted to dodge his gaze. Once he had the parcel and paid the bewildered delivery guy, it was time for the challenging part. Sujal modulated his voice to be as high-pitched as possible, said a rather squeaky "thank you," quickly shut the door, and rushed back inside. Witnessing this entire sequence, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
I instructed Sujal to plate the food, and he began preparing two plates at the table. However, seizing the moment, I yelled, "What the hell are you doing? You'll eat when I'm done, not alongside me." This caught Sujal off guard, as he had just been granted a break, thinking I might be softening up. Adjusting to my command, he only prepared one plate and stood by me as I dined.
Throughout my meal, he served me whenever I needed anything. Once I finished, I granted him permission to eat. As he started preparing a plate for himself, I interrupted, stating that he would eat from the same plate I had used. This left him surprised, but he complied. Adding another layer to his humiliation, I directed him to sit on the floor instead of the dining table.
Feeling that it was getting late, I contemplated leaving, but Sujal requested me to stay over. Initially hesitant, the idea grew intriguing, and I decided to go along with it. As Sujal finished eating and began doing the dishes, I sat on the couch, watching TV. He came in front of me, still in his pink saree, kneeled down, and said, "Sakshi Ma'am, please be my dom."
(Guys I've made some character designs for Sujal and Sakshi using AI. You can check them out here https://www.deviantart.com/sakshiiz tell me if I should do more of them)
Priya (Friday, 10 November 2023 12:26)
Sakshi please include me in U r story as Tomboy and as U r elder sister
susmitha nair (Friday, 10 November 2023 21:40)
i am a crossdresser (mtf). i like to be the girlfriend of a tomboy who loves to dress and act as a man always. i want to dress and act as the woman in the relationship.
Not able to find any stories on this link (Saturday, 11 November 2023 10:06)
funstories20.blogspot.com
Anju nair (Saturday, 11 November 2023 13:02)
Susmitha nair. I am also having same feel..
Looking strong tomboy girl..
Aditi fan (Saturday, 11 November 2023 20:18)
Where are you aditi ,what happened to you ,please write ur IG story please, we are the story
Chandana (Sunday, 12 November 2023 04:58)
Hello everyone! Happy Diwali
Let's write on Diwali theme.
Anyone has a story you can share or give me a plot or idea will write on same theme. Thanks
Priya (Sunday, 12 November 2023 06:37)
Write a cute short story of a family where mom and daughters are dominent and husband and son in laws are wearing female dress and doing pooja
Thank you Priya (Sunday, 12 November 2023 11:10)
That's a really nice concept. Thank you
Anyone wants to add any more ideas. Please go ahead and do it.
Will start very soon
Thanks Priya again
Poornima (Sunday, 12 November 2023 13:41)
Not a Diwali theme but would love to read a story where elder sister makes her brother join a ladies hostel for the toilet cleaner job and he gets humiliated there as per her elder sister's directions.
Shalini (Sunday, 12 November 2023 13:45)
Not that poornima a decent CD story will be fine.
Crossdresser. (Monday, 13 November 2023 03:59)
Poornima , can you give me ur email.id.
I will send stories like that. ( Forced humiliation cd stories)
Jj (Monday, 13 November 2023 06:45)
Please share links here
Poornima fan (Monday, 13 November 2023 14:27)
Please share the stories to astropry107@gmail.com
Chandana (Monday, 13 November 2023 18:19)
The first part will be posted by end of the day. Any more suggestions are welcome. Thanks
Chandana (Tuesday, 14 November 2023 04:35)
Pls add some humiliation...
மல்லிகா (Tuesday, 14 November 2023 10:35)
https://malligacd.blogspot.com/?m=1
My new page support and comments please friends
vrt (Tuesday, 14 November 2023 11:46)
If possible please write in English or telugu
Adithi V (Tuesday, 14 November 2023 23:24)
Dear Admin,
This page is going to be full soon...
Can you remove unnecessary messages?
New one! (Tuesday, 14 November 2023 23:27)
“Hey Sara, I didn’t know we could bring outsiders for the party. I could have brought my sister along.”
” No. No one is here who is other than our staff”
” Then! New recruits without my knowledge seem strange. We are around 60 including all staff. Then how come I don’t know that lady over there?”
” Ha ha, don’t worry. You will be introduced. Come let’s have something to eat.”
Even though Sara deviated from the topic, Lena looked disappointed after seeing an unknown person at the company party. Being the senior HR, she knows everyone who is employed in small branches around the country.
They had snacks since it’s only evening. The dance and activities started in the afternoon itself.
While they returned, she couldn’t find that face which irritated her.
” Hi, how are you Lena?”
Lena turned towards the voice and got surprised seeing the young woman who stood behind her.
” Hi…Hey, do we know each other! “ Lena’s voice was in a bit tensed way.
Sara stood up and excused herself and walked to another small group.
Lena looked at the beauty who stood in traditional wear.
” May I sit here? ” The soft voice mesmerized Lena’s ears.
” Ya sure. Sorry, still I couldn’t recall your face.”
” Ya, seriously! Don’t you remember me? We have known each other for more than 7 years from now”
” Really!”
” Ya, you are just going to be 31 by next month on the 11th. So no clue about me!”
Lena came to a dilemma. Because only her close friends know the real birth date .
” I’m really sorry”
” So you failed in the bet and I won.”
” What? Steve! Is it you really! Oh my..”
Lena was surprised to hear the voice of Steve coming from the pretty lady’s lips
” Forgot our bet last year we made? I kept it. So the promise has to be kept. Right?”
” Oh my God! You took that so seriously? Look at you ! So pretty. And even in character and voice! I am flattered. I am defeated. Tell your conditions, I am ready to obey.”
” Agreed to our terms?”
” Ya but I forgot almost all”
” Don’t worry, I have the video recording , ha ha.”
” So tell, what should I do?”
” You agreed to obey 5 things I says and accepted to quit smoking. “
” I had left that very next day dear. So order your terms. I am ready “
” We will discuss the terms later. Now come and dance with me if you are ok with me”
” Shut up Steve. Come, we will rock. Hope no one will think I am a lesbian. ”
” Don’t worry, our company has no issues with lesbians.. ha ha”
Steve held Lena’s hands and moved towards the dancing floor. They started a slow dance holding each other close.
“So you don’t bother about that label?”
“Which one? Oh, ‘lesbians’! Why should I? I am with the one who I love the most in the world. I wish to give her equal value in life. So becoming her lesbian couple doesn’t matter to me”
Steve smiled nicely while dancing in the flow.
Lena got surprised as well as shy hearing such words from Steve.
“Is it the way to propose to someone you idiot!”
” It’s my way….”
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com
Neha (Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:41)
1
Ndjsjsj (Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:43)
Nshahgaga
Rohit (Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:44)
Fokat comments mat karo
Rohit (Wednesday, 15 November 2023 12:45)
Please don't send unnecessary msgs
Hi (Thursday, 16 November 2023 08:42)
Addsfghhjjjjvcccc
Bhjj
Ghhj
Hhjj
Hhjhh
Huuij
Hhjj
To Admin (Thursday, 16 November 2023 08:46)
Please create new comment section for Tamil comments
Shriya (Friday, 17 November 2023 11:57)
Sneha please try more stories we are missing your creations
Sakshi ano (Saturday, 18 November 2023 03:00)
Hey Sakshi, please continue your story. Waiting for the new parts.
Sakshi Ano (Saturday, 18 November 2023 03:01)
Hey sakshi,
Please write dressing descriptions in detail and add more conversations between them.
Rgg (Saturday, 18 November 2023 10:27)
Fdc:hjjkk
Alterations (Sunday, 19 November 2023 14:05)
Found a new story here:
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Caption in
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories
Anandhi (Monday, 20 November 2023 04:14)
Hi tamil readers with my maid story new parts updated check it out
https://anandhiurl.blogspot.com/
Hp (Monday, 20 November 2023 08:58)
P
Ck (Monday, 20 November 2023 10:43)
Anandhi please write in English Google translate make this story meaningless
We didn't understand what is in that story
Sneha (Monday, 20 November 2023 10:43)
Create new tamil comments, waiting!!
Priya (Monday, 20 November 2023 12:42)
Cant see any message after 1000 in Tamil comments
Sneha (Monday, 20 November 2023 23:33)
As the sun rose above the horizon, casting its warm, golden light into the bedroom, Sissy , née Ravi, began his daily routine. Today was a special day; he had been instructed to dress up in a new sari, wear marital jewelry, and apply makeup that accentuated his feminine features. His wife, Priya, had taken great care in selecting each item, ensuring that he would look absolutely stunning for her.
The sari draped around his body was a vibrant shade of red, adorned with intricate gold thread work that shimmered in the morning light. It hugged his curves in all the right places, accentuating his slim waist and perky behind. A pair of gold bangles encircled his delicate wrists, their tinkling sounds filling the air as he moved. Anklets of the same metal adorned his feet, the tiny bells announcing his every step. A sindoor mark on his forehead, just between his eyebrows, symbolized his marital status, while a mangalsutra necklace, also made of gold, hung around his neck.
The makeup he had applied was flawless, enhancing his natural beauty. A deep red lipstick adorned his lips, making them look plump and inviting. Kohl-lined eyes accentuated his long lashes, making them appear even more seductive. A light powder foundation smoothed out his skin tone, and a rosy blush on his cheeks gave him a healthy glow. He looked nothing short of breathtaking.
As Sissy prepared breakfast in the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only was he taking care of his wife and their home, but he was also excelling in his corporate career. It was a delicious meal that he had prepared, and he waited patiently for Priya to wake up so that he could serve her. He was determined to make her feel like the queen that she was, both in the bedroom and in their household.
The electric chastity belt, locked firmly around his groin, reminded him of his place in their relationship. It was a constant reminder that he was only there to serve his wife and satisfy her needs. The denial of sexual release only added to his sense of duty and obedience. He knew that if he ever disobeyed or misbehaved, he would be punished severely.
As Priya emerged from the bedroom, still half asleep, Sissy rushed to attend to her every need. He helped her into her seat at the dining table, carefully arranging her silk robe around her shoulders. The aroma of his homemade breakfast filled the air, making her stomach rumble. With a contented sigh, she reached for her chai tea and took a sip, closing her eyes in appreciation.
Sissy beamed with pride as he watched her enjoy the meal he had prepared. He cleared away the empty dishes and refilled her cup, making sure she never had to lift a finger. Throughout the day, he would tend to the house, cleaning and organizing, making sure that everything was perfect for her return. He would also take care of their children, dressing them and helping them with their homework, all while wearing his beautiful sari and marital jewelry.
The hardest part of the day was when he had to leave for his corporate job. He hated leaving Priya alone, even for a moment. But he knew that it was his duty to provide for their family and to make sure that they had everything they needed. He would work tirelessly throughout the day, juggling his demanding job and his responsibilities at home, always returning to find his beloved wife waiting for him with open arms.
Their relationship was not without its challenges. There were times when Priya would grow frustrated with Sissy 's inability to satisfy her in the bedroom. He was only allowed to pleasure himself through masturbation, and any attempts to engage in intercourse were strictly forbidden. Despite this, Sissy remained devoted to his wife and their unconventional lifestyle.
He found ways to make up for it in other ways, using his mouth, fingers, and toys to bring her pleasure. He would dress in provocative lingerie, teasing her with the promise of what she couldn't have. He would massage her body, paying special attention to her most intimate areas. He would even sometimes perform oral sex on her, even though it brought him no physical release. His dedication to her pleasure was unwavering, and Priya knew that she could trust him to take care of her needs, even when they conflicted with his own desires.
Sissy also took great care in ensuring that their home was always immaculate. He would clean the house from top to bottom every day, making sure that everything was spotless before Priya returned from work. He would cook elaborate meals, carefully selecting ingredients that he knew she would enjoy. He would even go out of his way to buy her gifts, jewelry, and clothes, always making sure that she looked her best.
Sneha (Monday, 20 November 2023 23:41)
There were moments when Sissy would catch himself fantasizing about being released from chastity, about being allowed to have sex with his wife and experience the pleasure he craved. But he knew better than to ask for such a thing. He had learned long ago that asking for release would only lead to punishment, and he had no desire to suffer the consequences.
Instead, he focused on taking care of Priya and their family, and on trying to make her happy in any way he could. He knew that his role as her sissy husband was not an easy one, but he also knew that it was what she wanted and needed. And so he would continue to serve her faithfully, wearing his jewelry and sari with pride, and dedicating himself to making their unconventional relationship work.
Now, as they approached their anniversary, Sissy found himself even more excited about dressing up as a bride for his wife. He spent hours meticulously picking out the perfect sari, jewelry, and makeup. He wanted to make sure that he looked absolutely stunning for her.
He spent hours meticulously selecting a sari that would make her heart skip a beat. The deep red color was a testament to their love, while the intricate gold thread work woven into the fabric symbolized the wealth of their lives together. He chose a style that accentuated his feminine curves, hugging his body in all the right places, making him feel confident and sexy. As he slipped it over his head, he couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over him.
Next came the marital jewelry. He carefully placed a gold chain around his neck and a mangalsutra, draping it with a delicate pendant that had once belonged to Priya's grandmother. A dozen gold bangles adorned his wrists, their tinkling sounds filling the air as he moved. A matching set of gold earrings dangled from his ears, catching the light whenever he turned his head. Lastly, he slipped on a gold toe ring, a symbol of his devotion and commitment to their marriage.
He spent hours applying makeup, carefully following Priya's instructions to a tee. He wanted to look just like her on their wedding day, down to the last detail. He used a foundation that matched his skin tone perfectly, concealing any blemishes or imperfections. He applied a deep red lipstick, making his lips plump and inviting. A smoky eye enhanced his almond-shaped eyes, making them appear even more seductive. And a dusting of rose-scented powder gave him a natural-looking glow.
Finally, he put on a pair of red high heels, a gift from Priya for their anniversary. They made him taller and more confident, and as he strutted around the house in them, he felt like a goddess. He knew that Priya would be impressed, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw him.
"You look stunning," she breathed, walking towards him. She ran her hands over the fabric, feeling the softness of the silk against her fingertips. She couldn't help but notice the way the gold thread work caught the light, reflecting off his skin. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead before leading him to the dining room.
As they sat down to dinner, Sissy couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He watched as Priya savored each bite of her food, her eyes never leaving his face. She praised him for the meal, complimenting him on the flavors and textures. They shared stories from their past, laughing at old memories and reminiscing about their wedding day.
As the night progressed, they retired to their bedroom. Priya helped him undress, carefully removing the sari and marital jewelry. The weight of the gold around his neck felt strange without it, but he didn't complain. He climbed into bed, waiting for his wife to join him.
Priya slipped under the covers, her warm skin pressing against his. She ran her hands through his hair, tracing delicate patterns on his scalp. It was a tender moment, and Sissy felt a wave of contentment wash over him. He knew that he was loved, even though he was only allowed to love her from afar.
As the night deepened, Priya shifted closer to him, her body pressing against his. She nuzzled her face into his neck, inhaling deeply. Sissy felt a tingle of arousal course through him, despite the denial he faced. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be intimate with her, to make love to her like a man. But he knew that was not their life, and he was determined to make the best of it.
End
Sneha (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 13:03)
Tamil blog to be created take care
New ones (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 13:20)
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/
Caption in
https://www.deviantart.com/cd-tg-stories
Sneha (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:38)
Loving relationship:
Avinash stepped out of his luxurious bedroom, adorned in a rich, red bridal saree that draped around his body like a second skin. The soft, silk fabric caressed his skin, accentuating every curve and fold. The border of the saree was intricately embroidered with gold thread, adding a regal touch to his ensemble. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of jasmine and roses that lingered in the air.
His body was adorned with an abundance of gold jewelry. He wore traditional bangles up to his elbows, each one merging into the next in a mesmerizing display of opulence. Anklets jingled with every step he took, their tinkling sound filling the empty house. A gold chain encircled his waist, accentuating his hourglass figure, and a heavy gold necklace hung around his neck, nestled between his plump, firm breasts. Dangling from his ears were multiple earrings, their glimmering gold catching the light as he moved. A nose ring, or nath, sat elegantly above his high, sculpted nose. And lastly, his hair was tied back in a sleek bun, secured with a golden hairpin.
His makeup was flawless, accentuating his feminine features. A generous helping of blush colored his cheeks, while kohl-lined eyes emphasized his long, thick lashes. A bright red lipstick adorned his lips, making them appear even fuller. The high heels he wore added several inches to his height, making him tower over most men, but he moved with the grace and poise of a seasoned dancer.
Avinash took one last look around the house, making sure everything was in order before leaving. He had already made breakfast for his mistress and tidied up the kitchen. Now it was time for him to go to his own office, where he held a prestigious corporate position. As he stepped out of the house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He was not only taking care of his own household chores, but he was also excelling in his career. It was a balancing act that few could master, but Avinash did it with grace and style.
At the office, Avinash sat at his desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he attended to his numerous responsibilities. He was efficient and productive, making sure that all of his tasks were completed to perfection. His colleagues marveled at his ability to juggle both his personal and professional lives with such ease. Little did they know that Avinash's secret weapon was his loving, dominating wife, who had transformed him into the perfect househusband and sissy maid.
As the day progressed, Avinash received several texts from his wife, reminding him to complete various household chores. He obeyed without hesitation, taking a quick break from his work to attend to her commands. He knew that disobeying her would result in punishment, and he was determined not to give her a reason to discipline him. As the sun began to set, he returned home, eager to please his mistress and make sure that their home was in order once again.
Avinash arrived at their lavish estate, his heart racing with anticipation. He quickly changed into a fresh, new sari, the soft fabric caressing his skin as he slipped it on. The vibrant colors of the sari brought out the richness of his complexion, making him appear even more alluring. His jewelry glittered in the fading light, a testament to his feminine beauty. He busied himself preparing dinner, carefully following his wife's recipe and ensuring that every dish was cooked to perfection.
Sneha (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:39)
The aroma of their favorite dishes filled the air as Avinash set the table, arranging the chinaware and crystal glasses with meticulous care. He knew that his wife would expect nothing less than perfection from him. As they sat down to dinner, she praised his efforts and complimented him on his cooking. Avinash beamed with pride, taking her compliments as the reward they truly were. After dinner, he cleaned the kitchen and dining area with military precision, making sure that not a single crumb or speck of dust was left behind.
Finally, with their home restored to its immaculate state, Avinash waited patiently for his wife's instructions on how he should spend the rest of the evening. He knew that she might have plans for him, and he was eager to please her in any way he could. As he sat in the living room on the floor near his wife, his posture impeccable.
Avinash picks up his wife's feet, and puts them on his lap. He starts pressing her soft legs with impeccable precision and pressure to make her feel relaxed.
As he massages her feet, his own jewelry makes a tinkling noise, drawing attention to the delicate details of his feminine appearance. It's a reminder of his role in their relationship, one that he takes great pride in fulfilling. His wife looks at him lovingly, her eyes conveying a mixture of affection and ownership. She smiles, appreciating the care and attention he's giving her, and also the submission and obedience that she has instilled in him.
The television drones on in the background, but Avinash isn't really paying attention to it. His focus is entirely on his wife, making sure that she feels comfortable and pampered. He knows that this small act of servitude is what keeps their relationship balanced and fulfilling for both of them. It's not just about physical touch; it's about emotional connection and power dynamics.
His wife leans back, letting out a contented sigh as he continues to work on her feet. She reaches down and playfully ruffles his hair, a gesture of affection that makes Avinash feel warm and fuzzy inside. He knows that he has pleased her tonight.
As Avinash draws a bath for her, he carefully selects scented oils and salts to enhance her experience. He lights candles around the room, creating a soothing and romantic ambiance. The soft glow of the flickering flames casts a warm light on their skin, making them both feel relaxed and pampered.
When the bath is finally ready, he helps his wife undress, carefully folding her clothes and placing them on a nearby chair. He then assists her into the tub, making sure she is comfortable before stepping back to admire his handiwork. The scented water laps gently against her skin, and she lets out a contented moan of pleasure.
Avinash watches her for a moment, taking in the sight of her naked form bathed in candlelight. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and love for her. He knows that this is their special time, and he wants to make it as memorable as possible. He retrieves a small velvet box from a nearby drawer and presents it to her, opening it to reveal a dazzling diamond necklace.
His wife's eyes widen in surprise and delight. "Oh, Avinash! It's beautiful!" she exclaims. Tears of happiness well up in her eyes as he carefully places the necklace around her neck. She leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his forehead, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. "Thank you, my love. I will treasure this always."
As she soaks in the bath, Avinash sits on the floor nearby, watching her intently. He runs a finger along the edge of his nose ring, feeling its cool weight against his skin. He touches the delicate gold chain that holds his wife's name around his neck, feeling the warmth of it against his chest. His ears are adorned with dangling earrings, swaying gently as he moves. He picks up a brush and begins to style her hair, working diligently to create a cascade of curls that tumble down her back.
When she's finally clean and refreshed, he helps her out of the tub and dries her off with a plush towel. He dresses her in a silk robe that ties loosely around her waist, accentuating her feminine curves. His wife doesn't like to wear jewelry, but she wears the new diamond necklace.
Sneha (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:42)
As his breathing begins to steady, he becomes aware of a new sensation. His cock, trapped in the confines of the chastity belt, feels... different. Harder. More sensitive. He squirms beneath her, unable to contain the growing need in his groin. He glances up at her, wanting to say something, but finds himself unable to form the words.
He finally just asks to be let out of his chastity belt. He knows he can get punished for it, but the timing cannot be better, she has just had a massive orgasm.
She sighs and says, I have told you so many times, the reason you have been in this specific belt is because its self cleaning, and I do not have to ever remove it. If I wanted to let you out, you would be in a basic chastity. This is your life, accept it, and forget about your own pleasure, you are here for me and me only. I am letting you go this time without punishment because you have been a very good sissy, but do not take my happiness to think you are equal to me.
Her words sting, but Avinash knows better than to argue. He nods submissively, promising to remember his place. Next morning as he dresses for work, he can't help but feel the weight of the chastity belt against his stomach. It's a constant reminder of his role in this marriage, and of her dominance over him.
He slips on a pair of lacy, black panties, their delicate fabric contrasting sharply with his masculine features. They hug his hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Over this, he dons a skintight, black bodysuit that accentuates his curves and flat chest. The bodysuit is adorned with intricate gold embroidery that gleams in the morning light.
Avinash takes a deep breath as he steps into his platform heels, steadying himself against the vanity. The heels add several inches to his height, making him tower over most men. They click against the marble floor as he makes his way to the living room. He pauses in front of a full-length mirror, taking in the image staring back at him.
His long, black hair cascades down his back, perfectly straight and shiny. He's spent hours teasing and curling it into elaborate spirals and tendrils, and now it's held in place by a delicate gold clip. His face is expertly made up, with foundation, concealer, and powder blended seamlessly to give him the appearance of flawless, porcelain skin. His eyes are accentuated with thick, black kohl, and his lips are painted a bright, cherry red.
The real focus, however, is on his jewelry. Avinash wears several delicate gold chains around his neck, each adorned with precious stones and charms. Dangling from one ear is a single gold hoop, while from the other hangs a glittering diamond teardrop. Gold bangles jangle on his wrists as he moves, and a heavy gold bracelet encircles his slender bicep.
Finally, he drapes a rich, emerald green saree around his waist. The heavy silk fabric is woven with gold thread, giving it a lustrous sheen. He tucks one end of the saree into his bodysuit and secures it at his hip with a gold brooch. The other end is knotted at his shoulder, revealing a glimpse of his midriff. He adjusts the folds of the saree so that it cascades down his body in perfect, artful folds, revealing just the right amount of skin. The final touch is a gold safety pin, which he uses to attach the excess length of the saree to the bodice of his bodysuit.
Avinash takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He glances around the room, making sure that everything is in its place. His wife, still sleeping peacefully in their bed, has no idea of the inner turmoil he feels. She has no idea of the longing he has for her touch, for the freedom he once knew. But she has made it clear that this is their life now, and he must accept it.
With one final look in the mirror, Avinash leaves the bedroom, walking with the confidence of a man who knows he is beautiful. He descends the grand staircase, his heels clicking against the marble floor. The servants bow their heads as he passes, their eyes trailing after him. He feels a pang of guilt as he realizes that they see him as a woman, when in his heart, he knows he is still a man.
Sneha (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:43)
But it is not their place to question their mistress's commands. It is not their place to see the pain that hides behind the makeup and the jewelry. It is not their place to understand the sacrifice that Avinash has made for his wife's happiness. And so, he continues on, through the halls of their lavish home, a walking, talking reminder of her dominance over him.
As he approaches his office, he feels a wave of nausea wash over him. He has grown accustomed to the sensation, knowing it is a result of the chastity belt still locked around his waist. But today, it seems more intense than usual. Perhaps it's the anticipation of seeing her again, or perhaps it's the guilt he carries for wanting her so desperately. He takes a deep breath and enters his office, closing the door behind him.
The room is tastefully decorated in rich woods and expensive fabrics, with a large desk dominating the center. A painting of his wife hangs on the wall behind the desk, her beautiful face gazing back at him, seeming to mock his every move. He sits down in his chair and takes a moment to compose himself before turning on his computer.
As he begins to work, he can't help but feel a sense of unease. His hands tremble slightly as he types, and he finds it difficult to concentrate on the tasks at hand. It's not just the thought of his wife's parents arriving tonight that has him on edge. They haven't seem him in this state, and he shudders thinking what will happen to him when they see he is a sissy.
He tries to distract himself by checking his email, but his mind keeps wandering back to his wife. She has always been controlling, but since they've been married, it's gotten worse. She controls his every move, his every thought. Even his body belongs to her now. The chastity belt she insists he wear is a constant reminder of her dominance over him.
The phone rings, and Avinash's heart skips a beat. He can't help but wonder if it's her, calling to taunt him once again. But it's not her voice on the other end of the line; it's his secretary, informing him that his wife has just called. His stomach drops as he realizes she must be calling to discuss the details of her parents' arrival. With a deep breath, he picks up the receiver.
"Avinash," he says, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. "Yes, I'm here. How can I help you?"
There's a brief pause on the other end of the line. "I just wanted to let you know that my parents will be arriving tonight," she says coldly. "Please make sure that everything is in order for their arrival."
Avinash nods, even though she can't see him. "Of course, my darling. I'll make sure the house is spotless and that their favorite meal is prepared. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" He forces a note of concern into his voice, hoping it will mask the bitterness that threatens to spill out.
There's another pause before she speaks again. "No, that's quite all right, Avinash. You just focus on making them feel welcome. I'll see you later." With that, she hangs up the phone, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.
Avinash sighs heavily and comes home early, making his way to the kitchen. He has to admit, he's not the best cook, but he's tried his best to learn over the past few months. As he busies himself chopping vegetables and seasoning meat, he can't help but wonder what their reaction will be when they see him. Will they be shocked by his appearance, or will they simply assume that he has always been this way?
He decides to clean the house as well, just to make sure that there is no trace of his masculinity left behind. He dusts the shelves, vacuums the rugs, and even washes the dishes by hand. It's a tedious task, but he feels that it's the least he can do to make up for the life she's forced him to live.
As the evening wears on and the sun begins to set, he finishes preparing dinner and sets the table with the finest china and crystal. He lights candles and dims the lights, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Despite his best efforts, he can't help but feel like an impostor, pretending to be something he's not.
Sneha (Tuesday, 21 November 2023 16:44)
Finally, he hears a car pull up outside, and his heart begins to race. He takes a deep breath, smooths down his saree, and goes to greet them at the door. His eyes downcast, he opens the door. There in front of him are two pairs of high heels, with one under red dress, and one under pink saree. He gets confused.
As his eyes come up, he sees his mother in law in red drress, but there is a woman in pink saree besides her. He reluctantly asks them to come inside.
"Welcome, welcome," he says, trying to sound more cheerful than he feels. "I hope your journey was a pleasant one." He leads them into the living room, where he's prepared a small feast. The woman in the pink saree follows close behind, her gaze taking in everything around her. She seems to be studying his every move, her expression unreadable.
Avinash seats his mother in law on the sofa and then turns to the woman in the pink saree. "Please, have a seat," he says, indicating the empty chair next to his mother in law. But he sits on the floor like a perfect woman.
Avinash is confused on who this person is, he asks mother, where is father?
She smiles and points to the woman in pink saree, that is your father in law son.
The woman in pink saree, who is Avinash's father in law, is dressed in a heavily embroidered saree that drapes elegantly over her body. The fabric shimmers and catches the light, revealing intricate designs of gold thread and precious stones. Her jewelry is just as extravagant as her attire, with a massive nose ring that almost completely obscures her nose, multiple earrings of varying sizes and shapes dangling from her earlobes, bangles stacked high on her wrists, anklets tinkling with every step she takes, and a mangtika resting delicately on her forehead. Around her neck, she wears a massive gold chain with a pendant that seems to hold the universe within its grasp. Her fingers are adorned with rings of every color imaginable, and a sindoor mark sits proudly on her forehead, just above her third eye. A thick gold chain with a pendant bearing the family crest adorns her neck, and a mangalsutra dangles between her breasts, its weight testament to the countless generations that have come before her.
As he sits down, he glances at Avinash, her expression unreadable. "You've done a wonderful job with the house, Avinash," he says, her voice smooth and cultured. "Your mother and I are very proud of you." His eyes take in the meticulously clean floor, the tastefully arranged furniture, and the carefully prepared meal. "This is all so... domestic."
Avinash feels his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he forces a smile. "Thank you, Father," he says. "I've just been trying to make sure everything is perfect for your visit." He pours them all some wine, hoping to ease the tension in the air. "Please, enjoy your dinner."
Avinash finally understood where his wife got the flair for feminizing men.
End
Unexpected.. (Wednesday, 22 November 2023 03:51)
The magic is real!
The days of the curse made Bran understand it lately. By that time everything was set.
The space around him changed drastically.
The first change was the unexpected growth of hairs for which he was undergoing treatment as baldness.
Second thing he felt was the sudden change in fitness. The body started to get slim.
Sad part was the disappearance of muscles day by day.
To his luck he didn’t experience any change is high.
The hair fall in beard and mustache along with body hairs made him understand that something is wrong.
But he never thought it was his girlfriend who casted the spell.
She has become his Ex the moment he questioned her.
The bosom started forming and his internal organs also started to reshape.
The painful part was the shrinking of his manliness which happened in a weak span.
His ex-girl’s mother came to him with sadness that she can’t undo the things.
But she started staying with him. Because she knows that final changes might be painful.
Sunday started with the excruciating pain of his first period. On that day only his female organs were fully grown.
He was calling his ex’s mother as mom.
She started treating more than that of a daughter.
The emotional changes she blocked after his request.
The mother Salma Identified the mistake with her daughter. She casted spell to release Bran from the link with her daughter.
Now the remaining changes have been completed.
He requested Salma to stay with him.
After the total changes completed, he started experiencing the need for sex which he couldn’t control,
Salma tried to calm him but she realized that Bran has grown to be a lesbian.
After resuming his job since everyone around him started identifying him as a woman itself.
Bran is now Brinda who is living with a lovely lady Salma.
Brinda took the bold step to confess her love towards the woman who supported her throughout her pain.
Salma accepted the proposal.
But she has only one condition that she needs a proper family, which means Brinda needs to become a mother with the seed of the magic woman.
Brenda accepted with a request that she wish to be the lesbian wife which Salma readily agreed. But the sex between the couples has brought some new sparks..Brinda has some more modifications at the time she became Salma's wife
Brinda and Salman are on their second world trip where Brenda is 5 months pregnant.
https://crossdressingfantasystories.wordpress.com/2023/11/22/unexpected/
Hi (Wednesday, 22 November 2023 04:28)
Plzz start new comment section in tamizh comments
Lakshmikumari (Wednesday, 22 November 2023 23:40)
Admin, please start a new page.
...... (Thursday, 23 November 2023 11:16)
...........