Priya

 

Before accepting my first job as a sales representative I had gone to my village to spend time with my widowed mother. The company where I was joining had promised give me a motor bike. Though I could balance on a cycle, I did not know how to ride a motor bike. Surprisingly, our neighbour's daughter drove a motorbike. My mother asked her to teach me.

 

Since it would look odd for a girl to teach a boy to ride a mobike, my mother and neighbour aunty decided to dress up the girl like boy. She insisted on my getting dressed as a girl if she was to become a boy. Though I protested outwardly, I was happy to have got a chance to bring out the girl in me.

 

When she came to pick me up, Geeta was dressed in jeans, t-shirt, Nike and a cap. I wore a churidar, silk kurti and floaters. My longish hair was tied in a pony tail. Though no one told me to do so, I was wearing a filled bra and panties.

 

Geet's mother and my mother exchanged glances when I stepped out of my room as a girl. They insisted that I wear a bindi, a thin neck chain, ear-rings and some lipstick to complete my looks.

 

Geet who was taller than me, put her hands on my shoulder and escorted me to her bike. Now in my mind I could only think of Geet as a boy. That made me her girlfriend.

 

I looked admiringly at Geet as she kick started her Royal Enfield bike. I could feel the steady thumping of the engine keep pace with my own heart beats. I placed one hand on Geet's shoulder and one foot on the footrest and swung on to the back seat.

 

We went to an open ground outside our village. Now I became the rider with Geet sitting behind me guiding me. I balanced and moved from gear to gear. By the third day I was able to do a perfect eight riding within a limited area. As I did that, Geet came near me, took my face in her hands and kissed me. I blushed pink when she did that.

 

We then parked the bike and moved to the shade of a tree. There was no other human being nearby. Geet held me in her arms and deep kissed me repeatedly. She then started feeling up my body. Soon she undid my churidar and pulled down my panties. She asked me to bend forward. I could feel her weight on my back. I knew she was prepared for this moment as her strapped on cock entered my backside.

 

When we returned home that day, our mothers sensed that something had changed between us. Both commented how good a couple we looked.

 

Next day my mother dressed me up as a bride and got me married to Geet at the tree temple near our house.

 

Vaishali

 

As a child I went into an orphanage. They treated me well and helped me till I completed my college. Then I went to work in a tourist resort as a receptionist where many of my colleagues felt I looked more a girl than a boy. You see, I was lean with a clear skin, I hardly had hair on my body and by nature I was kind and loved animals. Also I had more than normal amount of flesh on my chest and I covered it well under my shirt.

 

One day a new colleague joined us and he was with me at the front desk as my understudy. He was a very bubbly guy and he made me laugh a lot.

 

For the first few days everything was normal. As we started getting comfortable with each other, his jokes also became sexy. One day I was real busy handling two phones he asked me for the master key which was in my front pocket.

 

Before I could free one of my hands to hand it over to him, he put his hand in my pocket to take out the key. As he felt my soft chest, a smile came on his face. His fingers pressed my soft chest for a few moments before he took out the key. I was so shocked that stammered into one phone and dropped the other.

 

That day, as we finished our shift, he did not rush to the gate but accompanied me to the change room. As soon as we entered the change room, he took my hand and looked at me naughtily. I asked him what was the matter and he in a flash held my breasts in his hands, pulled me closer and kissed my lips. I just managed to push him off and angrily told him not ever to repeat what he had done. He said sorry and left the place.

 

That was not the end of the matter. As I thought over the incident, I understood that he was turned on by me. That made me feel good in a way. Things became ok between us in a few days. Soon as a joke he would pretend to reach for my breasts without actually touching me.

 

Then it happened one day that we were shopping for clothes at the mall. There was a heap of bras on sale. My friend picked up a pink one and asked me with a smile whether it was my size. I too checked the label seriously and told him it wasn't. Now he picked a few more and asked me to check. A matching pair of bra and panties was really my size and I told him that with a shy smile. I did not protest when he put it into our shopping bag. But I did protest a little when he went on to buy a summer floral frock for me. I knew where I was headed as soon he purchased some cosmetics, costume jewlry and a pair of cheap heels from the roadside shops for me. After that we bought a pizza and a large bottle of soft drink and went to his place by autorickshaw.

 

He asked me to get dressed up in the bedroom, while he set up our dinner. As I came out as a girl, I was not sure if he would find me attractive. I need not have worried. The smitten look on his face and the bulge in his trousers gave me my answer. As I walked up to him, he hugged me and kissed me.

 

He had arranged our limited dinner in a very nice way. He sat me down in his lap and fed me. Part of what he fed me I passed into his mouth by holding it out between my lips.

 

After dinner he squeezed my breasts so much that I cried out in pain. Then he undressed me and made love to me.

Maria

 

It was during my college days. During ragging my seniors gave me two hours time and asked me return dressed as a girl. The punishment if I didn't was that I would be locked up for a night in a store-room full of insects. As they left me to find a way to fulfill my task, I simply started crying out of fear. A few senior girls who were returning from atheletics practice found me in distress and decided to help me.

 

They managed to smuggle me into their hostel and started working on me. They took me their common bathroom, asked me to shave off all body hair, bathe and come out wearing a stuffed bra and panties. Then they gave me a dressing gown and made me up while I watched in a mirror. Then they made me wear a pair of tight faded jeans and stretchable t-shirt. Then they gave me to wear pinkish Nike shoes. I tooked like any college going girl.

 

I thanked my helpers in as femine a voice and I walked back to the spot where the boys had left me. They saw me from a distance but did not realise it was me. But since I looked pretty a few of them can forward to check me out.

 

As they came near, I had to reveal my identity to avoid any punishment. They were overjoyed at my transformation. They took me inside their hostel and started feeling me up. I was worried that I may be raped. They were too many of them so nothing bad happened. I returned safely to the senior girls.

 

I wanted to repay the senior girls for their kindness. They had already worked out a plan. There were five of them and they wanted me sleep with each one of them during the next five night. The catch was that everynight one of them would be my man and I would be her girl-friend.

 

They assured me that there will be no punishment if I did not want to do it. they just wanted to experience life as a man for one night. I compared their large muscular bodies with my lean figure and said they desereved to be my men and I will be their girl most willingly.

 

Next five nights were full of fun for me. I was given the freedom to choose my man for every night. But I just let them draw lots as to who would have me when. That was because I liked all of them. Each day the chosen one told me what I was to wear for the night and all of them would help to get me ready. Then all of us would go to the nearby mall. Given their large atheletic bodies and loose fitting sports clothes compared to my own very femine dresses, any passerby would mistake us for five boys and a girl. I heard someone in the mall pass a comment that my friends were Pandavas and I was their Draupadi. In a way it was true.

 

For five nights I satisfied my "men" in more ways than I remember. They too filled and fulfilled me well. Many years have gone by but still we meet every year when I became my Pandava's Draupdi for panchratri.

 

Menaka

 

Even as a teenager I dressed up at home whenever I happened to be alone for a few hours. But when I moved to Chennai on work, I practically lived as a woman inside my bachelor apartment.

 

My apartment was on the first floor of a bungalow whose owners were away in Singapore. Hence I had the entire compound to myself. Once I drove along the ECR in a low cut, tight fitting salwar kameez showing my sexy cleavage to all who passed me. I walked along beaches of kovalam until sunset. Then I had dinner at a restaurant near Mayajal and went in to see a movie. All along I could feel the eyes of many guys boring into me and I am sure they were raping me in their mind.

 

As I settled down in my aisle seat to watch the movie, I noticed two little children and their father in the next three seats. The four year old girl who was in the next seat became very friendly with me and had many questions about what was happening in the movie. I tried my best to whisper my answers to her while asking her not to disturb others by talking loudly. Her father was concerned about her disturbing me. I assured him in my most seductive voice that I loved children and he should not worry.

 

During interval the little girl's six year old brother too became friendly with me. As their father went out to get popcorn for all of us, I kept both the kids engaged. Suddenly the little girl asked me where my daddy was. It took a few minutes for me to understand that she was asking about a husband for me. When I said I did not have a 'daddy', she answered philosophically, "My daady does not have mommy and you dont have daddy."

 

I realised that the children did not have a mother. I hugged them to my bosom and thought it would be nice if I could be their mother. After the movie the man requested me to join them for dinner. Even though I wanted to say no, the children would not let me go.

 

One thing lead to another and I got married to the children's father and became their mother. My husband helped me to change into a full woman. I know I cannot give birth to children but then I already have two lovely children. I would urge all widowers to marry transgendered woman. They would make much more caring wives and mothers.

Sonia

 

I am lucky in that I was able to tell my wife about my desires to dress up as woman. The fact that I could not sexually satisfy her also helped her to accept me as her saheli rather than her husband.

 

Once I took leave for a few days. My plan was to completely dress up and live as a woman. I told her my plan and she agreed. On the first day I got up early in the morning and entered in the bathroom. After shaving my face & body I bathed and wore my special bra and panties. Then I came out and made up my face sitting in front of the dressing table. Then I put on the kajal in my eyes, blush on my cheeks, dark colur lipstick & nail polish matching the saree I was planning to wear.

 

First dress I wore was a petticoat with lots of pleats. Then I put on the blouse which was low cut all around showing a lot of my smooth skin in the front & the back. After that I wore my wife's golden sandles with 3 inch heels. I wore the sandles first so that my saree will not get caught in it later. I put on my payals, jhumka, nathni, haar and chudiyaan.Then I wore a bichua which had a white stone on it. Finally I wore my silk saree.

 

I was so engrossed in dressing up that I did not realise that the front door had been opened and someone had entered the house. I could not even hear the voices coming from drawing room. I took one final look at my self in mirror and moved towards the drawing room. As I passed through the connecting door, I looked down to straigten my saree for one last time before I started moving with a typical womanly gait with my payal and bangles making melodious sounds and the tik-tok of the high heeled sandles providing the rhythm to my dance like movements. As I came in one of my hands was holdong the pallu of my saree as it draped over my shapely boobs.

 

As I entered the drwaing room swaying my hips, I was confident that I would impress my wife with my feminine charms. My wife was surely there on one sofa but on the other sofa was her brother, my sala. I froze on the spot.

 

Within minutes, my sala had the situation under control. He walked upto me and said I looked lovely and he would not mind having me as his bahu. i bent down to touch his feet to express my consent. He asked my wife to bring some sindoor. He applied the sindoor to the parting in my hair and said,"You are now my wife."

 

Soon after that my wife left for her maike leaving the newly married alone. I spent the week with my husband doing all that a traditional woman would do in the bed and out of it.

Aarthi

 

Once my sister got into trouble at the school. Someone had told the headmistress that they had seen my sister with a boy at a movie during school hours. To escape punishment, she had claimed it was a visiting cousin who had been seen. She was sent home and return with the cousin dressed up in the school uniform. So my sister called me up and asked me to reach home as she was in difficulty. When I reached her, she told me to get into her All-girls school uniform of deep blue petticoat and blouse and light blue half saree.

 

Not only did she dress me up in her uniform, but she also padded me up to give my body the nice girly curves with good sized breasts and hips. Since I did not have a moustache she did not have much difficulty in making up my face. After a little effort she managed to give me two plaits with the help of false hair. Then she made me wear normal accessories like glass bangles, plastic beads and matching ear rings. I also wore a bindi similar to hers. She then made me wear one of her slippers and virtually dragged me away to her school.

 

As we entered the principal's room my heart was doing so much dhak dhak that I thought I will faint. The principal just looked up at me for a moment and told to my sister to send me back home in a rickshaw and get back to her classes.

 

Now I was all alone on the roads of my town in a cycle rickshaw trying to reach home and change back before my parents returned from office. Halfway from the school, my friend Rajan who was on a motorbike saw me, stopped my rickshaw and asked me to get down saying he would give me a lift. I thought he mistook me for my sister.

 

It was a crowed street and I could not risk saying anything. So I got down quietly, paid the rickshaw and got onto Rajan's bike. When we moved to a lonely road he stopped the bike under a tree. Both of us got down and he hugged and kissed me before I could say anything. It was then that he told me about having seen both me and my sister as we were going to school and got the truth out of her over phone.

 

I could see I was Rajan was attracted to me. The way he looked at my breasts, I really started feeling like a girl. I blushed and lowered my eyes. We left the bike on the road and went into the green bushes. There he made love to me under the sky.

 

Smita

 

Once I feigned a stomach ache and stayed away from office. As soon as my wife left for her office at 0930, I shaved myself and put on my bra and panties. Then I tried a couple of tops with a short denim skirt Suddenly I felt the urge to go to the temple as a woman. As a skirt is not ok for a temple I decided on a short kurti and salwar.

 

Then I parted my hair to look as if I had a mushroom cut, fixed a bindi after applying my wife's foundation and lipstick, wore my wife's spare toe rings, spare mangalasutra and watch and left for the temple which is a good 3 km away. As my wife had gone to her office in the company bus, I took out her TVS scooty and left.

 

On the way I had to stop at a traffic signal and my heart skipped a beat when I saw my neighbour and her friend on their scooter right next to me. Thankfully they were busy talking and did not notice that I switched to their gender!

 

On taking the turn at the signal, I saw traffic cops all over the place, stopping the two wheeler riders to check the papers. I was not carrying my licence and even if I had carried it, it would not matched my current avatar.

 

One of the traffic cops stopped me. I pleaded in my girly voice that I was in a hurry to go to the temple and had forgotten my purse and licence. The fatherly looking cop hit his forehead with his palm and with a 'Eenamma next time eege maad beda!!' told me push off before his seniors noticed anythingy.I really sccoted away from that area.

 

God was with me that day. I reached the temple and took out the emergency money from the boot and went in. I did 21 pradakshanas for the holy lord and prostrated in front of the lord in a way only women would do, gave the priest the basket of flowers, coconut and 21 rupees to be offered to the lord.

 

The priest placed my offerings in front of the lord, broke the coconut and returned the broken half of the coconut and a string of jasmine from the lords feet along with his blessings 'dhirga sumangali bhava'. I never felt so complete in my life.