Uma Hari

"Please Gangadhar..." my wife was pleading with me. Her boss was coming to our house for tea that day. The problem was she had told him she was unmarried and lived with a girl-friend. That had kept him attracted to her and she had got a promotion in the bargain. He had invited himself over for tea to celebrate her promotion. I offered to go out of the house but she was worried about being alone with him. I asked her to get another girlfriend for company, but we were busy professionals and had only colleagues and no friends in that city. Besides she felt more secure with me around. Her plan was to convert me into her girl friend. I laughed saying I was too tall. But then I was only taller than her. She quickly pointed out I was the same height as my elder sister. That brought back memories of my teens when I had worn my sister's clothes and they had fitted me quite well. She took my silence as consent and thanked me. I too decided to go along. I was all along scared to tell Sandhya about my cross-dressing and here she was pleading with me to become a girl. I pretended to hesitate still as she pushed me into the bathroom with a fresh razor.

 

When I had fully shaved myself; I came out of the bathroom wearing my boxer shorts. Sandhya was ready for me. She had already bought padded bra and panties for my size. She stuffed the cups for me with breast forms. As I wore it I realised the breasts had glue on them and they were stuck to my chest for at least eight hours. The padded panties were better than anything that I had worn before. Sandhya did my face, eyes, lips, nails with loving care. She made me wear a shoulder length wig very similar to my sister's hair. She fixed the clip-on studs of blue opaque stone on my ears. I would have liked some gold jewellery but decided to keep protesting, saying she was taking things too far.

 

The dress which she had brought out for me to wear, took my breath away. It was tight fitting blue faded jeans and a tie down lemon yellow shirt with large blue checks drawn in thin lines. I knew I would look very sexy in that. My sister had seduced my jijaji(Brother in law) with that. After marriage she had left it behind in our house, more because she could no longer get into it.

 

This dress was worth protesting about. I just did that. I said her boss may start ogling me rather than her. She agreed and said it was her strategy to divert his attention from her.

 

Fortunately she did not make me wear any high heels. But I knew I was looking slim, tall, curvaceous, well filled out and much more capable of making men drool than my wife who had dressed up in a very sober and loose fitting handloom salwar kurta. When the bell rang five minutes before 4 pm I went to open the door, because Sandya was in the toilet. As I opened the latch I was thinking that Ramesh, Sandhya's boss had turned up a little earlier than expected.

 

But it was not Ramesh. It was my jijaji who stood there. His mouth fell open when

he saw me. "But Uma, how are you here..."

 

In the meanwhile, Sandhya had come out of the bathroom. I did not say anything and my entire body had heated up as if I had fever. Sandhya was laughing and jijaji looked as if lightening had hit him. Sandhya came to the door moved me aside and asked jijaji to come in. She touched his feet out of respect and started explaining things. Soon both them were laughing while I sat there blushing very much like a girl.

 

Even before I could tell jijaji that it was all Sandhya's idea, Ramesh walked in through the open door. The show had now started and I could not escape.

 

Sandhya introduced me as her friend and jijaji as my mangethar (to be my groom). I put out my hand to Ramesh. I could feel Ramesh almost caressing my hand. Oh

God! He was really affected by my sexy looks.

 

I moved off to the kitchen to fry the kachoris and get the tea ready. In a few minutes jijaji came into the kitchen. "Oh you look so much like Uma was in her younger days." Saying so, he put his arms around my waist and hugged me from behind. "Jijaji, behave yourself. Or shall I tell your wife about you." He laughed but did not let me go. "Hey! I know you cannot tell your sister. You will have to tell her how it happened. Would you like to tell her you were looking very sexy when I hugged you? Arre! Now you are my sali (sister-in-law). As the old saying goes, you are half-a-wife to me!" Saying that he started feeling me up. He first squeezed my breasts for a while. I could sense they felt real to him and he was getting excited. Then his hand started feeing me up in other places. Between all this, I continued to fry kachoris and make tea. When I was ready with the snacks, I pleaded with jijaji to move to the parlour. He reluctantly let me go. I went to the parlour pushing a cart laden with the eatables and the tea.

 

Ramesh was trying to convince Sandhya that all of us should go for a movie. Jijaji said he could not join as he would be leaving town by the 8 pm train. While saying that he winked at Ramesh. I blushed at the implied meaning. It was understood that I would have to stay back with jijaji. As I went into the kitchen to get some sugar for Ramesh, jijaji came in and insisted that I should convince Sandhya to go with Ramesh. Otherwise he would have to report the incident to my sister.

 

Sandhya did not need too much persuasion. She probably did not understand what jijaji felt about me now. In a way I too was feeling good about playing the sali role. My jijaji is a handsome man. Whenever I had dressed up earlier I had dreamt of being seduced by him.

 

After Sandhya and Ramesh left, Jijaji started chasing me. I ran around the house but he caught up with me. He hugged and kissed me . Then he played quite a bit with my breasts, first through the shirt then without it. By the time he made love to me I was quite excited. I was very happy to have become his darling. But anyway, that was not the last occasion, that he made love to me. I hope the last time will never come!

Bala

I had just returned from my friend's wedding. I wished I could dress up as she had done. The only problem was that I had the ugly body of a boy. I kept recalling how wonderful she looked in her while silk saree with all the jewellery. It was already late in the night so I took off my clothes and got into my bed thinking my friend must now be alone with her husband. As I switched off the light near my bed, the room became dark and I had feeling of being sucked out of the room through the open window.

 

Within minutes, my eyes could see and I was in a nicely decorated well lit room. A man wearing the fine dress of a groom was sitting on a bed in front of me. I was holding a plate in my hand filled with eatables and milk. The man got up and came to me. I looked at myself and realised that I was his bride now. Somehow I was in my friend's body. My husband gently escorted me to the bed. As he lifted my veil, I blushed and lowered my eyes. He put his hand on my chin and lifted my face. Still I could not look him in the eyes. He smiled and kissed me. I returned his kiss with sudden passion.

 

When our lips separated after a while, my husband remarked that I was not as innocent as I looked. I just smiled. He then pointed to the mirror on the wall, where I could see how beautiful I looked as a bride in a white saree full of jari. My silk blouse was competing with my hand for the smooth feel. As the night wore on, my jewellery came off. My husband pulled at my saree. As it came off I spun like a top. Then he took off my blouse and fondled me all over. I asked him to spread my saree on the bed as he made love to me. He thought it was a sexy idea. I was only fulfilling a dream. I had always thought of being a beautiful bride in white silk saree; experiencing my first night with my handsome husband.

Pushpa

I am a very good dancer. But when we would go to dandiya in Bombay, I found the cameras would generally focus on the girls and the judges would give the best prizes to them. One day the top prize was a holiday in Mount Abu. I was determined to win it. My wife changed me into a girl with her silk saree and silk blouse with all the makeup, jewellery and mehandi.

 

I put my heart into the dances and performed very well. Especially my slim waist and rapidly moving hips attracted a lot of attention. I knew my pallu was flying from time to time revealing my shapely breasts. I did win the prize that day. The only problem is that I have to go on that holiday only as a girl. They have too many of my photographs as proof. I could of course take a man with me. I must ask my wife about it! I am sure she will agree to be my husband. After all she will have a beautiful girl to keep her happy.

Triplex

When someone says the word secretary, what comes to your mind is a nice slim girl, between 20 to 30 years old, with a sexy figure, wearing a skirt and blouse, with nice make up and not too much jewellery. She should be wearing high heels which will make a tic toc sound as she walked. That will alert all the sitting male bosses and colleagues so that they can look up and stare at her breasts as she approaches. After she has passes heads would turn to look at her bums as it does an up and down with each step.

 

My secretary was an exception. He was a male, six-footer and built like a battle tank. I with my five and half feet slim frame looked pathetic in front of him. In fact if he was standing away from his seat, new visitors would mistake him to be the boss.

 

I had married into money. My wife owned the company I was her Vice-President. She was nice to me but with time I felt she was treating me more like a pet dog than a person equal to her. I too did not mind as I was interested more in the comforts that money gave me. Anyway most business decisions were made by her.

 

Once I had a severe cold and did not go for work. My wife managed to pass off my secretary as the VP for a meeting with a client. Things worked out well and we got the business. Now the 'battle tank' started substituting me for some meetings. This gave me more freedom. After a few months, my wife suggested that with my inner knowledge, I could do a good secretarial job in the VP office. I did not mind.

 

Now Arnold occupied the inner office and I sat outside. After some time my wife felt a male voice on the phone was unnerving for the customers and asked me to respond with a female voice. I did not have the guts to tell her that Arnold had a much deeper voice than mine and then she had not minded. When some of those customers started visiting us my wife realised the inconsistency and suggested I also dress up as a female. When I suggested she could look for a female secretary, she kissed me and said, there was no one as efficient as me.

 

I went on a month's holiday to a beauty spa to feminise myself. There I started enjoying my role as a woman. I understood that it was what I always wanted. I started looking forward to changes which were made in me. I loved my long hair, made up face, hairless body, shapely silicone breasts and ample hips. I loved to wear beautiful dresses and heels.

 

After my holiday I returned to my work a female secretary to Arnold. When someone says the word secretary, what comes to your mind is a nice slim girl, between 20 to 30 years old, with a sexy figure, wearing a skirt and blouse, with nice make up and not too much jewellery. She should be wearing high heels which will make a tic toc sound as she walked. That will alert all the sitting male bosses and colleagues so that they can look up and stare at her breasts as she approaches. After she has passes heads would turn to look at her bums as it does an up and down with each step. Now all this happens to me. I am no exception.

 

My boss Arnold will soon be marrying my ex-wife. She managed to divorce me because of a few photographs, which she took of me with me was posing as their girl with arms of men on my waist. But she is still very kind to me. She pays me well and has promised to find a man to function as a husband to me. I don't mind. I have the money, I look like a princess and I might find a prince to take care of me. Life is good.

Supriya

Supriya wanted to be sure that Sudhir really wanted to change. She asked him one last time, "Are you sure you want to become me." Sudhir looked at her just as a puppy looks at his master. "Yes I am sure. Only thing that bothers me whether you would like to be a man." "Oh! That is not a problem..." Supriya replied. When she looked at Sudhir's muscular body and thought of his six figure salary along with a powerful jaguar, she was more than sure.

 

They were seated without any clothes in front of a completed jigsaw puzzle which was on the floor in front of them. The puzzle showed the picture of ardhanareshwara (a Hindu god who is half man and half woman. The division is vertical from head to toes). She detached the pieces making up the right male part and placed them on the floor on the left side of the body reversing each one of them. Then she repeated the procedure with the left female parts placing them carefully on the right side. Once again she assembled the puzzle. It was designed with pictures on both sides of the pieces so that the two body parts got perfectly interchanged. As she put the last piece in place, both of them could hear the word om in their minds.

 

The switch had taken place. Both of them stood up and marvelled at their new bodies. The girl felt her breasts and loved their soft feel. The man felt his biceps and felt powerful. Sudhir who often had difficulty in maintaining erection, found his pussy was flowing with juices. He looked at his new husband and found that Supriya who often had a dry cunt was blessed with a raging hard-on. There were droplets of pre-cum on the tip of her cock.

 

Supriya, somewhat distracted by her hard-on, carefully lifted the puzzle and locked it up safely. Then she fully assumed her role of a man. She advanced towards hir Sudhir, letting her eyes enjoy the sight his lovely globular breasts, narrow wispy waist and ripe ample hips. Sudhir blushed as he saw his tall muscular husband advance towards him with her long, thick, erect and smooth cock pointed at his womanly assets. His pussy secretions were now flowing along his inner thighs. He opened his legs and arms and jumped on his husband as she approached him. Supriya caught him in her powerful arms and pressed his large soft breasts against her hard and hairy chest. In the meanwhile her cock was vibrating against Sudhir's pussy lips. She lowered Sudhir's body a bit and let her cock enter him. She used her strength to move him up and down on her cock while she managed to stand rooted to the floor. Sudhir surrendered to his strong husband as she handled him as if he were a weightless little girl. His legs encircled her hips as she moved him up and down. Soon his inner muscles opened and closed around her manhood as both of them hit their climax.

Sunita Pink

Being a travelling salesman in a large city had its advantages. I had no fixed hours of work and could stay out of my house longer, telling my wife that my boss was a heartless task master. Actually she (yes I have a female boss) is very supportive and helpful. Compared to my boss, my wife did not support me at all for my special needs.

 

My boss's support for me started on the day when we were travelling by my scooter and I had to apply sudden brakes. My boss who on the pillion, balanced herself by placing her hand on my back, accidentally pressing hard on the hook of the bra that I was wearing that day. Soon enough I admitted my secret desires to her and she has helped me with it since then.

 

Earlier on in our new relationship, on the days she worked with me, I would turn up at her secluded paying guest accommodation rather early. I would take off my manly things and wear the well stuffed undergarments which I had stored there in a trunk. After some quick make-up, I would wear some basic jewellery and a wig. Then I would wear one of her salwar kameezes. Her shoes too fit me. With that we would set out for work with her driving the scooter.

 

Now over a period of time my boss Durga has given me a set of customers who know me only as Sunita and not as Sunil. I use her room even when she is not working with me. I find my sales have also improved after I started going out as a Sunita. Many of my male customers have become my friends and often take me out for lunch. All of them flirt with me and I too flirt with them. A few have even managed to kiss me. As long I am having fun and it gives me more business, I love it! As I earn more commission now, I have more money to spend on dresses and cosmetics.

Madhuri

Even now my heart starts beating fast when I think what would have happened to me on that night. That evening I had just seen off my parents and sister at the railway station and was then alone at home. My sister had to rush off to the station as soon as she had returned from her college. She had changed her dress but her earlier clothes were lying scattered in her room. She had begged me at the station to put her room in order and I had agreed.

 

But as I picked up her silky panties and matching bra, I felt like wearing them. Once I wore them, I could not resist stuffing them. Having stuffed them, I wanted to see how I would look in her tight jeans and embroidered t-shirt. I didn't stop at that and went to wear her heels. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought from a distance no one would make out that I was not a girl. I felt so confident that I locked the house and went out for a walk.

 

It was neither day nor night at that time. An Indo-Pak cricket match was on and the road was deserted. Suddenly I saw a group of boys emerge from a house and start dancing on the road. Then I knew that we had won the match. I could see the boys were drunk and in high spirits. There were no other houses near by and the boys saw me. They started whistling and asked me to join them. I was caught. They might come after me if I turned back. They might get fresh with me if I joined them. More than that they would find out that I was not really a girl.

 

Just then a scooter stopped next to me. My sister's friend Lena asked me to hop on and brought me back home. When we reached home, she found out that it was me and not my sister. She laughed out and I started crying. She hugged me to comfort me. I found her hug was making me hungry for her. She too understood that. Soon she was making love to me.

 

Till my family returned I remained her wife. She came over everyday to find me in seductive dresses. She would get hot in no time, making me hot as well and we would end up in bed. Once my family came I started going to her place as both her parents were working and she was their only child. This went on for many years until she found a job in a city. She started living as a man and I ran off from my house and joined her as her wife.

Blue Angel

Well, I had to get out of town and decided to take some clothes and makeup with me and I got changed in a train lavatory! As I walked through the town I visited the library and there this guy just couldn't stop staring at my legs. He followed me into McDonald's and stood behind me in the queue. Then he got into the crowded Underground with me and felt my legs with his palm. I was too shocked to say anything. As the train moved out of the next station, he got bolder and I felt his hand travelling into my skirt and squeeze my buns.

 

At the next station the crowd had thinned and we found seats next to each other. His upper arm kept pressing my breasts and his thighs kept hitting mine. As the crowd thinned further on, he turned and smiled at me. I was far too gone by then and I too smiled back. As there was no one in our bay, he started feeling me up all over. By another two stations there were only two elderly ladies at the far end of our coach. His pecker was out and he held my head and lowered it on to his lap. I gave him head as he continued to caress me all over.