Sundari

 

When I was young, my family used to live in a village. My father had a small piece of land which was not enough to feed our family of two adults and three children. So he also used to work on our neighbour's huge farm for extra money. I had one brother and one sister both elder to me. My brother and his friends would always trouble me as I was small. But all of them used to be nice to my sister. I started thinking that it will be better to be a girl. Then I started wearing her school uniform (green pavadai and green blouse with white half saree). Many times she caught and scolded me. But she never told our parents or our elder brother about it.

 

Once it so happened that a circus company had pitched their tent in our village. Everyone from my family went for the show but I stayed back saying I had to study for my exams. As soon as I was alone I removed all my clothes and started wearing my sister's clothes. I made false breasts by tying mustard seeds in pieces of cloth. Since my sister did not wear panties, I used some cloth to create a nappy to press down and tie my manhood.

 

Then I wore the salwar kameez which our uncle from the city had recently gifted to my sister. I combed and parted my hair in the middle, and managed to plait it by attaching my mother's false horse hair piece. Then I applied some Afgan snow and talcum powder on my face. I also made a bindi with the kumkum powder kept near the gods. Since it is the village practice to pierce the ears also of boys, I had no problem wearing my sister's gold plated earrings. I also wore the plated bangles and neck chain to complete my look. Lastly I wore the payals which made nice sound as i walked around. Having done so, I felt a strong desire to wear some flowers in my hair. I wore my sister's chappals and opened the back door to pluck a red rose from the backyard.

 

As I plucked the rose, I heard a voice from behind me, "Kamini, let me put it in your hair..." I was so surprised and terrified that no sound came out of my mouth. The voice belonged to our neighbour who employed my father. He had come into our garden through a back gate between our properties. despite my fright, I understood that he had mistaken me for my sister.

 

I stood quite as he took the flower from me and fixed it on my hair. As I stood silently in front of him, he said, "Your father said all of you are going for the circus. Why didn't you go?" I just remained silent. He smiled and said, "Is it your monthly time?" I just shook my head. "Umm," he said, "Girl! Do you know that I always had an eye on you." Though Sundari had told me about it, I tried to show surprise and looked up at his face. "Don't pretend as if you don't know, he continued,"Now I dont want to waste my time esducing you. I am going to walk away from here and you are going to follow me all the way to my bedroom. If you don't, you know what can happen to your family."

 

I knew he meant everything he said. We had signed papers which could take our property away. But the problem was I was not really a girl. He had already started walking away and I followed him thinking I had to explain things. But he thought I had agreed to his terms.

 

We soon reached his property without my catching up with him. There were other workers around the farm, who looked away as we approached. I could not even shout out anymore. I kept walking till we reached his bedroom in the large house.

 

As he bolted the door, I looked at him pleadingly and managed to whisper, "I am not Kamini." He looked puzzled and then looked at me closely. Then he started laughing. I too smiled thinking now he would let me go.

 

When he had laughed enough he came closer and felt my crotch. "Umm," he said," You could have fooled anybody. You look very nice as a girl and I am going to call you Sundari." Despite the grim situation I felt happy.

 

As I blushed because of his praise for my looks, he continued, "Actually, I see no problem. I like both boys and girls. that way you are two in one. So decide now if you want to be my keep."

 

As if I had a choice! Even before, whenever I had dressed, I had thought of myself in his arms. I nodded my head agreeing to his terms. He gathered me in his arms and kissed me. He played with my breasts and pressed my crotch. First he filled my mouth and later he took off my clothes and filled my hole.

 

My brother and sister came to know about my affair. When I told them, that I did not mind being a keep, they helped me become more and more of a woman for my keeper. Before my parents sensed something, my keeper moved me to the city on the excuse of giving me better education. I became a full time girl in the city and kept him happy whenever he visited me.       

 

Koool

 

I am not very tall, I have a fair skin and my waist is only 26. When I was 17 years old, I started wearing my mother's clothes. At first, I wore only salwar kameez. But soon I tried her sarees.  When I was alone, I would start with her black silk bra with cups filled with silky cloth bits collected from a tailor. That gave me soft breasts which felt nice when squeezed. After that I would wear her black panties. Then I would wear the maroon silk blouse through which my bra strips could be easily seen. Then I would tie the maroon saree and become a woman.

 

Once I went to my aunt's house. She was a divorcee and she lived with her three daughters (my cousins). Once I reached their part of the city I got out of the Metro and started walking to their house. Suddenly there was a heavy rainfall and there was no shelter nearby. Within minutes I was totally drenched.

 

Theirs being a all women home, there were no male clothes. I wanted to sit with a towel wrapped around my waist. But my aunt insisted that I wear proper clothes or I might catch cold. Now each of my cousins wanted to give me something to wear. Seeing how enthu her daughters were my aunt decided that I might as well dress up fully as a girl.

 

For the next one hour the girls fussed over me and let me see the mirror only when they felt I was looking good. When I saw myself I had to agree. 

What happened once you got dressed? (2) :   

 

Hydie

 

I was travelling from Minnesota to Florida by car. After an overnight stay I left Atlanta one fine morning hoping to reach Florida by night. But rains slowed me down and  I could reach only the small town of Alachua by evening. I was too tired to go further. I found a motel but there was no air-conditioning. The rain had stopped but the weather was hot and humid. I had no clothes for such a weather. I went to local mall bought some clothes and accessories. 

 

You guessed it! What can be better for the hot weather rather than a yellow sun dress with a tightly fitting bodice, square front and a flared skirt. I got to my motel, undressed completely, shaved well, applied foundation and make up to my face, wore the new heavily padded bra and padded panties. Then slipped on the cool yellow dress, wore ear studs and wore a curly wig. An open toed sandals completed my attire. I stuffed my things into the new handbag and walked across to the diner near the motel. I had dinner in the dinning room where I met a nice guy who paid for my dinner and drinks, after which we danced in the adjoining bar until he told me that he was staying in the same motel and seen me checking in earlier in the day. Anyway it was closing time now. We went to my room where he ravished me a few times till sunrise.

  

Rupa

 

I like to wear sarees, gagra and other traditional dresses. I was teasing my wife when she was struggling to walk wearing a saree. She had started wearing sarees only after marriage. She got upset with my teasing and challenged me to wear a saree and walk and work. We bought a couple of ready-made blouses of my size. I selected two beautiful sarees which matched the blouses. It was pretty difficult to walk in saree but I was enjoying it. My wife too liked me as a woman and we continued my dressing from then on. I looked like a rich beautiful aunty in a saree. We often had sex with me dressed as a woman.

 

Maheshwari

 

My name is Mahesh(wari). I am studying for my B.tech in a city. I stay with my elder brother who had recently got married and stayed in the city. My sis-in-law is a modern girl who likes to dress up and go to parties. Both of them are IT employees.. As both had a long weekend from (Friday to Monday) they planned a trip to Darjeeling. My sis-in-law has a brother Arun, who had recently completed Medicine and was in the city looking for a corporate job.

 

Thursday evening my brother and sister came late from work and were  in a hurry to leave for the airport. They requested Arun to drop them at the airport. As an incentive, Arun was allowed to use the car till they returned. 

 

The airport in our city is far away and there is heavy traffic on the way. So I locked the flat and started dressing up. I wore my sister-in-law's saree with a matching blouse,matching bangles, earrings and even jasmine flowers in my long braid (I attached false hair to my already long hair)

 

As I stood admiring myself, I heard the front door open. I knew Arun had a spare key but how did he come back so soon. Before I could react, Arun was in my room  At first he was shocked to see me. Then slowly a smile formed on his handsome face. "Mahesh is it u...no.. no..you are not Mahesh anymore. You have become a beautiful Maheswari. Correct?" My head was down. I was so shy that I wanted the ground to swallow me up. But still I liked his saying that I was beautiful. I sensed his coming near me. He lifted my chin and lowered his lips on to mine. I was shocked but soon melted in his muscular arms. He said, "Eshwari, you look Gorgeous". I was feeling happy. I also was proud of my skills in creating a lovely girl for this handsome boy. suddenly he lifted me and took me to his bedroom. That was my suhaag raath. I lost my virginity.

 

We had a great time for next four days. A wardrobe full of my SIL's modern clothes, a handsome guy waiting to admire the dressed up me and a car to roam around in- what else could a newly minted girl ask for. Everywhere we went people treated us as wife and husband. As he admired me I smiled up to him endearingly. As he fumbled to take care of me I teased him mercilessly. As he advised me seriously about my life I promised to obey him. As he took me to bed excitedly I served his needs a any loving girl should!

 

Kumari

 

What happened to me was a little sad. I had a fascination for female clothes from a young age. My next house aunty would wear her sarees beautifully. I wanted to learn her techniques. One day  watched her tying her saree from a partly closed window. Her back was to me but she happened to see me in her mirror. She turned suddenly. Her eyes were glowing. I could not move but realized I was quickly turning into a girl. She opened her door and told to get into her house. I moved like a zombie. Once she had bolted the door my limbs could move freely but I was still a girl. She said o me,"This is yor punishment for being a peeping tom. I started crying and said between sobs that I only wanted to be a girl and wear a saree like her and I did not want to get turned on by her. Her tone softened immediately. "If what you are saying is true, you must seen how I wear a saree. Show me you have learnt something from me I will pardon you."She took out a translucent light blue colored saree with matching sleevless blouse. It was sleeveless, had a deep neck and deep square back. She also provided me linen petticoat, light blue bra and panties.Everything fitted me perfectly and I was able to tie the saree quite well. 

 

It was for the first time I was crossdressed in a saree and blouse with all makeup and jewelries. I was nervous, hesitant to look up at the lady, who had punished me.. Still I was curious to know her response.

 

When he said I had done a good job, i looked at her shyly. She was now smiling. "Now I know that you are telling the truth. I know your family has gone on a holiday and will be back in three days. You can be here and live as a girl for the next three days.

 

I was overjoyed. I bowed down and touched her feet and asked her to forgive me for spying on her. She hugged me and said it was ok. But the voice which told it was ok was that of a man. The hands which were around me were hairy and muscular. The ilips which were kissing me had a mustache above them. The aunty had now turned into a handsome man. She asked me close my eyes as he released me and went to the next room and changed into manly clothes. I spent the next three days serving my new boyfriend in many ways.

 

 

Shalini

 

I have long hair nearly to my waist. My sister had set my hair in rollers, but they hadn't dried that  early morning before we left on a coach trip to kulu Manali. There was not much time. Then my sister  made me shave my face and hands. She told me wear one of her bras and matching panties. She padded my panties with a little cotton wool to make them wide. On top of these undergarments I wore her jeans and a short sleeved top. I also wore earrings and bracelet. Now my long wet hair was no problem. She gathered it at the back and held it in place by gathering two small bunches from near my years and plaiting them into a thin plait in the middle. 

 

It was still dark when we left the house to join our trip. The youngish rickshaw driver seemed more interested in me than my sister. That made me feel shy but made my sister smile. When the rick guy had dropped us near our coach my sister started giggling. 

 

Anyway we made it to the coach. Since we were booked by our somewhat neutral first names my change of gender did not raise any questions! When we got to a hotel in the evening my sister took down my long hair and brushed and styled it. In the evening she dressed me in a blue and gold sari and we joined the group for dinner. 

 

I had to be a girl for the entire trip. I wore makeup and jewelry and went out with my sister as a girl. Some young men in the travel group tried to get me interested in them! Many old ladies could not stop admiring my lovely long hair. 

 

That night I slept in a nightie, and continued the trip as a girl. I can't say I minded all the attention I was getting.

 

Bhuvana

 

I love sarees. I wish I could go to work in sarees. What a graceful dress... flowing... and oozing with femininity. I would love to skip in the fields in a saree... like heroines in movies... I go crazy watching them... I pray to God every night before I go to bed that I should wake up a girl.

 

Once, I was visiting my mother's sister. I was 15 at that time and very softish boy. I had no facial hair. My aunt had to two daughters - 7 and 3 at that time. My Uncle was away. My aunt liked me a lot since my birth... and so I told her of this undying desire in me to become a girl.

 

Since uncle wasn't home, once her daughters were asleep by 8:30 PM, my aunt asked me to go over to her bedroom for the night. She told me I could be a GIRL for the night. She had arranged everything for me. She gave me all the girls clothes to wear - panties, padded bra, silk petticoat and a half-saree.  Once I wore everything, she made me wear anklets, bangles, clip of earrings, bindi, necklace, lipstick and then gave me a purse. She had PADS in it and said I could wear it, if I got my PERIODS. I felt shy and very excited. I cried on her shoulder and wore the PADS.  Once she checked on everythng, she parted my hair appropriately, made TWO small plaits and fixed JASMINE flowers to it. She then applied KAJAL to my eyes and then laced a nice dot on my cheek. I giggled like a  teenage GIRL.Soon I was crying uncontrollably. She pulled to her BOSOM, addressed me girlish form of my name and kissed me on my cheek and asked me, Are you HAPPY now my GIRL?"  I said, I coudn't have asked for more and don't want it to be morning soon. She made me feel even more FEMININE by doing mehendi work on my hands and legs. Such a loving Aunt who pampered the GIRL in her nephew and made it HER day. I woke up next morning, bathed and reluctantly became a boy for the day. Anyway the sun will set and a new night will be there soon. 

 

SriPriya

 

I love my aunts dresses. One day I reached my aunt's fully drenched in the heavy rain on the way. I got intothe bathroom and undressed fully and wiped myself properly with the towel which aunty gave me. I had boy boobs so I wrapped the towel around my chest rather than around my waist. My aunt smiled at me and said you have come out like a girl so I don't think you will  mind wearing a salwar kameez. I smiled shyly and agreed. Aunty took out a complete set of dress for me, left it on the bed and said she will go and make some hot tea for me. When I checked i saw that she had left padded bra and panties in addition a lovely light blue transparent nylon salwar kameez. The bra fitted nicely on top of my boy boobs and the dress gave me a good shape.On my own I pulled out a dupattafrom the cupboard and wore it so that my covered boobs were peeping out a little from the side. 

 

Aunty came in with tea and understood that I was enjoying the dress up and asked me if she can do me a little make up. I also accepted it hesitatingly.  Anyway she put her best make up on me.  When she had finished I was looking very beautiful. She asked me if i would help her in kitchen. I accepted readily. When we were about to complete our work some of her friends turned up to pick her up for the meeting in lady's club. I was also invited to club as a guest for the night. After the meeting we went to a restaurant for dinner. Many men were staring at me. I knew they were seeing me as a girl. I truely enjoyed every second as a lady.

 

Jyotsana

 

My favourite dress is of course ghaghra choli  (rajsthani). I enjoy myself as only as girl. I have two married elder brothers. I like to imagine that I am being forced by my bhabhis to wear feminine clothes, wear make up and to go out with them & do each girly stuff.

 

Once my parents were out of city for attending a marriage. My brothers and their wives were out at their offices. From the age of twelve i had always dressed up in my mother's clothes whenever i got a chance. This time too I looked everywhere for the keys to my moms wardrobe. But I could not find it. I thought I was about to lose a wonderful opportunity.

 

Just then I realised I could try my bhabis' wardrobes. I quickly found the key to my younger Bhabi's cupboard. In that I quickly found a rajsthani outfit - a pink choli, pink ghaghra with heavy jari work, a duppata. My cock became erect on seeing this. I tried to control it by wearing a tight panty.

 

When I was dressed up in the choli and ghaghra, I decided to walk and in a girly manner. My hips were swaying too much I felt myself turning into a girl. I walked all over the house very very slowly thinking of how it would feel to be in the arms of a handsome boy. I was in the front hall when the front was opened by my elder Bhabi ( all had their own key to come into the house) and she mistook me for the younger Bhabi and asked me to make a cup of tea for her as she was having a headache. Next moment she recognised me as her devar who had become a devrani. She started smiling and her headache was forgotten. She hugged me said," You look beautiful." I feel like proposing you for my brother. I lowered my head and smiled shyly.