Your story:   Ours was a large house and our family was a joint one. My father, a widower, was the oldest male and his mother, i.e., our grandmother was the oldest female. Two of my father's immediate siblings had settled abroad. The wives of the next two brothers and the youngest sister were in the same age group as me and my sister. The men in our family were very busy with the family textile business. I being not old enough to be involved in the business, spent much of my time with the ladies at home. So it happened naturally that I tried on my favourite 'aunt' Lakshmi's (who was 8 years older than me) dresses.

One day, during the festive season, nobody except my grandma was at home. I entered Lakshmi's room to "keep my contract with fate". Considering my interests, I did not waste any time. In no time all my male cloths were on the floor. As a growing boy I had some fluffy flesh on my chest. I took out Lakshmi's bra, adjusted the straps and slid it on my shoulders and hooked it from behind. I could see I was filling the cups nicely. Then I wore one of her nylon panties. For a few minutes I admired myself in the mirror. Then I wore the lovely green salwar kameez which she had bought recently.

After that I wore six of her gold bangles, neck-chain, ankle-chain and hip-chain. A little make up was the next step. After that I combed my hair in as womenly a style as possible. When I checked in the mirror, what it reflected was definitely not a male. I stored my male clothes in a bin and sat down to watch a movie. I got too much involved as I imagined myself to be the heroine of the movie being hugged by my favourite hero.

All of a sudden, the room door opened. I saw Lakshmi coming in. She said," Hi! Malthi (my sister name)...". Then she took a second look and realised it was me. She went back and quickly bolted the door. Then she switched on all the lights in the room and came close to me. She was really surprised and told me that I looked exactly like my sister. She asked me to get up and hugged me as woman often do. She playfully felt my breasts and said they felt soft and full like a girl's.

Now Lakshmi decided to improve my appearance by working on my hair, eyebrows and lips. While she was doing that, we heard a knock on the door. My aunt went to answer it. It was grandma who wanted to know why the door was bolted. My aunt replied it was Malti who was with her and she was helping her to dress up. My grandma said there was no need to bolt the door as there were no men folks at home. She had forgotten that I had come in earlier.

As my grandma went away, my aunt continued to train me in being a girl. She asked me to use only the upper part of my throat while talking. She made me walk with heels, gently swaying my hips. She also padded up my hips to make them look ok. While we were having all this fun, my grandma came back, holding the cordless phone in her hand.

"Malti, Suresh is on the phone for you...". Suresh was Malti's boyfriend and I had no choice but to take the phone from grandma. I tried to speak softly as I said hello to him.

"Hey listen Malti", Suresh said, "I managed to get two tickets for the movie. We have just half hour to reach the theatre. I will be there in five minutes to pick you up."

"I cant be ready so soon. Forget it." I told him.

"Please sweetheart, dont tell me lies. I am calling from the shop opposite to your house and I can see through your window that you are ready...", he said. I looked out of the window and my heart jumped as I spotted him. He waved out to me and said into the phone, "You know you are looking nice. Just try to put on your usual lipgloss, I like its taste..." As I realised the meaning of what he had said, he had disconnected and I was blushing uncontrollably. Lakshmi smiled and asked me what Suresh wanted. I told her he wanted me to go out with him wearing the lipgloss which he liked. Lakshmi started laughing.

It is very difficult to control boys especially if you given in them before. As the theatre became dark, Suresh started his mischiefs. i had told him that I had my periods to prevent him from reaching between my legs. I had anyway worn a sanitory napkin in case he touched there accidently.

The movie hall was not very crowded. He hugged me and kissed me a number of times. He pressed my breasts to make me hot. He complimented me on my hair cut and felt it with his fingers. Then he took my hand to his legs. I realised that his fly was open and his cock was out. I played with it and was soon sucking it. Even as he came, I could feel my sanitory napkin getting wet.

I convinced my wife for crossdressing. She agreed to dress me up once in a while. She took a lot of care whenever she did it. She would ask me to shave off all the hair on my body. Then she would do my make up. After that I would put on filled up bras and padded panties. Then she would make me wear nice sarees. My favourite saree is a red and black floral print. Finally she would let me wear the wig and jewellery which would complete my make over.

It happened with a very close male friend. He was married and had a very small child. His wife was employed had to go on an important weekend conference for two days. The maid who took care of the child developed fever and did not come for work. Since it was a weekend, my friend was at home and he could take care of the child. However when I called him up on some work, I could hear the little girl crying. She wanted to go to the beach. My friend said he could not drive the car as well as hold the child. He was too status-concious to use the public transport. I offered to help. He laughed and said two men with a small child would look odd on the beach. "Unless of course",he said, "you come along as my wife." Without any hesitation I said ok. I could see this as an opportunity. Anyway my friend knew about my cross-dressing right from college days. But he had never seen me dressed up.

I was living alone and it was not my first time out as a woman. In about an hour's time, I had made up my face, worn filled out bra and panties, wore a body hugging blouse, tied on a translucent synthetic saree on a linen petticoat, fixed a wig on my head, put on some jewelry and put my feet into 4 inch heels.

I reached my friend's house in an auto-rickshaw. When he opened the door for me, he took a few seconds to recognise me. Then his jaw dropped in surprise. I pushed past him and entered the house. The child came to me after a little hesitation and I picked her up. When I turned to look at my friend, I could see that I as a woman was having an effect on him. He was smiling slyly and there was that unmistakable tent in his shorts.

After I had made friends with the little girl, my friend remarked my dress was hardly suitable for the beach. When the child heard word beach, she started crying once again. I pretended to scold my friend for reminding her. He said sorry, but said now we had no choice but to go to the beach. We decided to go to a less crowded beach which was attached to a hotel.

To let me change he took me to his master bedroom and opened his wife's wardrobe for me. I was smaller than my friend but his wife was even smaller than me. I could not get into her full length jeans. But I managed to get into a pair of blue pedal pushers, without much effort. It hugged my thighs and made my butts bulge. But then all girls feel their butts are huge and all guys seem to like them big! Then I wore a yellow T shirt. Since the T was of a small size, my falsies pushed out against the fabric making it stretch and hug my boobs. I had no doubt I looked very hot. The child clung to me even as I dressing up. The father, who did not leave the room, was having tough time hiding his responses. I felt great that he was showing normal male reactions towards me, a good looking girl. That gave me confidence to carry on my role.

As I wore my heels before going out, my friend remarked that my legs looked very shapely. Actually he was staring at my boobs and padded butts when he said that. I smiled and said teasingly, "I dont think it is only the legs... I know you are seeing more than my legs..." He went red as he moved his eyes away from me.

As he drove the car, I sat in the passenger seat with the baby in my lap. When we settled down on the beach I started thinking of my friend as my husband the child as our child. That day remains fresh in my memory even today. For anyone who walked our way, I was with my husband and the child I had borne for him. We were in a far away secluded beach. Since the child was playing in the sand with other children and my husband suddenly pulled me to him, hugged me and gave me a long kiss.

I really like heavy make up as worn by girls when they are getting married. I like using KAJAL,LIPSTICK,EYELINER and want to look like a bride with all the jewelery. I often wear ear-rings at home and I am crazy about nose rings which are very feminine. During my holidays, I told my people that I was going on a excursion and slipped away to the house of my bhabi. She lived alone as her husband was abroad. Once she had caught me wearing kajal and I revealed to her my desires she told me it was not possible to change me into a girl. I pleaded with her that only she could help me. Finally the day came I went to her house with my bags for the "excursion", she had made all the arrangements. First she dressed me in normal girl's clothes and we went shopping. The next day she called up a professional and made me up nicely.

Hi! My name is Don Bosco. I live in Mumbai. I like to crossdress whenever I get a chance. Lastyear I went to Bhubneshwar on some officework. I realised that this was the best time to dress in my favourite dress. So I went to a few cosmetic stores and bought cold wax, liquid make-up, a powder compact, lipstick, eyeliner, fashion jewelry and a wig. Then I shopped in the roadside shops for a salwar kameez, handbag and a pair of heels. Then I went to the hosiry shop to buy some padded bra and panties.

I went back to the room and took off all my man clothes. I took a couple of hours get rid off all my man hair. Once I was smooth all over, I started working on my ugly man face into into a nice girl face. Then I wore my filled up bra and panties and slipped into salwar kameez. The heels and wig completed my change into a girl.

I stuffed my bag with lipstick, powder compact, some paper tissues, some money and my room keycard and slipped out through the fire-exit which I knew opens out into the street near the hotel. Considering I was in a small town, I went to a church so that I will not attract any attention.

But fate intervened. The manager from my hotel walked out of the confessional as I walked into the church. He smiled at me knowingly. I ignored him and went to one of the desks, kneeled down, closed my eyes and started praying. Soon I heard a voice from behind me. "I know you are and I like you as you are. I wont harm you. Just meet me outside the church."

It was my wife who challenged me. She said that until I dressed up and worked as a wife I will never be able to know the problems faced by women. After a heated debate I accepted her challenge. We decided to give it a try the following sunday. we really did not expect any visitors as it was rainy season.

Since we had planned it for sunday, my wife urged me to shave my entire body on saturday night. Once I came out with smooth shiny skin, she gave me her bra stuffed with water baloons and a pair of panties. Then she told me to wear a see through nighty. She even applied nail polish on the nails of my hand and feet. Before going to bed she told me to get up at six o'clock in the morning. Sleeping next to her in a nightie, I was excited and hoped she would start something. But she simply ignored me.

I will tell you a secret. The owner of the company which I work for is a lady. I too did not know it for a long time. It had so happened that her father had left a will handing over the reins to her brother despite knowing he was really not interested in running the business. One day the brother simply disappeared. The business would have gone over to a management agency. Then my boss decided to become her brother to gain control.

I did not know all this when I joined the company as management trainee to help my boss with important projects. Sometimes I would work late at his (I did not know it was a her) house. On one such occasion, it started raining very heavily and he persudaed me to stay back. I had no clothes with me and his clothes were large for me. It was then he gave me a set of girls clothes saying he had just bought them to be gifted to his niece. When I turned out in them, he remarked I looked as pretty as his niece.

A few days later when I went to his place, he suggested that he would prefer if I could be in girls clothes when we worked at home. When I hesitated he offered to pay me ten percent of my monthly salary for one evening of dressing up. That was too much to resist. As time went on, I realised I was becoming more and more a girl while at his house. Soon I had a wardrobe of clothes with salwar kameezes and blouses stiched for especially for me.

One day he proposed that I sleep with him. One month's extra salary for sharing the bed was too much to resist despite the fact I was not too keen to get into a bed with a man.

That night as he caressed me and overcame all my resistance, I loosened up and decided to pleasure him. As I reached between his legs to hold him, I realised that his dick was not real. But it no longer mattered. He was my man I had become his woman. I sucked on the brute attached to his crotch until the mechanical device spewed artificial cum into my mouth.