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First Name :   Sonia Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   After crossdressing a few times inside the house, I started going out at night fully dressed. On one such day I was wearing a salwar kameez along with some jewlry and the high heeled sandals. There was no one on that road. I could hear a scooter approach me from behind. He stopped when he came near me. My heart started beating fast. I was afraid I may be raped. All that he said was; "mam, can I drop you somewhere". When I shook my head, he went away. I wonder whether I made a mistake by not accepting his offer... Which story of mine you liked best :    Matrimonial Switch Any story idea which you want me to develop :    Once a Nawab wanted to sell his haveli to a hotel chain. The hotel chain wanted to convert the haveli to attract foreign tourists who wanted to see the traditional mujra. When the Nawab searched his town for girls who would do mujra for the visiting hotel executives, he found all mujra artists had become old and a few younger ones who had trained had left for the big city. But he found a boy trained in kathak who could not get a job in the city. So the nawab asked the old artists to train the young boy to dance as a girl for the visitors. In one week's time when the hotel people arrived, the boy was ready. When he appeared in front of the visitors, the nawab's family and the officials, he looked every bit a pretty girl. His movements were also like that of a girl. The MD of the hotel asked him a few questions at the end and the boy spoke to him in a soft feminine voice. Everything was fine until the MD told the nawab the deal was through if the mujra dancer would sleep with him that night. The boy started crying when he heard this. But being poor he could not say no. One old prostitute was called to teach him a few tricks to save himself. That night the boy was dressed in sexy clothes and sent to the MD. As taught by the old woman, the boy teased the MD so much that the man could not control himself and sparyed the boy's beautiful dress with his cum. As the MD tried to apologise and clean up the boy, he found out the truth. The MD felt ashamed that he had cum with a boy and swore the boy to secrecy. Even today the boy performs mujra for that hotel! First Name :    Kunika Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   Once my wife and I had planned to go for a movie. I came late from office and she was angry. To make her happy, I said we will do some role play by ourselves at home. Since it was a Sharukh-Juhi movie, she became Sharukh and I became Juhi. She made me wear a very transparant saree on my hip with a deep-neck sleeveless blouse which also had a deep back. My well filled bra could be seen through the thin material of the blouse. She did my wig in double plaits. I applied make up on my face along with a nice red bindi and red lipstick. My wife was dressed in jeans and denim jacket and her hair kept falling on her face. We played songs on our CD changer and danced to the tunes. I changed into a new dress or saree for each song. Then I served her dinner. By now I really felt like a wife. Before going to bed I bathed and wore fresh bra, panties, petticoat and a silk saree. My husband tied our mangalsutra around my neck. That night she kissed me many times and played with my waist, naval and boobs. Then she climbed on top of me and made love to me. Any story idea which you want me to develop :    A husband becomes jobless & the wife is forced to work in a factory pretending to be a man. He agrees to become her full time wife so that they can get the family quarters in the factory. After some time the couple entertain the factory managers at home. The new wife serves the guests so well that the new husband gets a promotion! The new husband realises the potential of his wife and she too agrees to work hard for his career. First Name :    Vineeta The dress which you most love to wear :   Saree, Salwar Kameez and Tights Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :    I dared one night to go out while dressed. I wore slim-fit jeans & a tight top. I wore a shapely bra underneath. The cup size was 38C and it was properly filled with balloons containing paraffin. I came out at 11:30 PM and rode my scooter wearing my helmet. On the way, I halted at a bus-stop and asked for the way to the airport. One man who was standing there said he could show me if I would let him ride on the pillion. I agreed. When he casually put his hand on my breasts while riding, I did not feel it. He understood that I was allowing him to touch me. By the time I realised it, he was fondling me in many places. I did not say anything because he was right in his own way. Soon I was enjoying it. When I told him that I was going to receive my brother at the airport, he got off at the bus stop just before the airport. First Name :    Pooja Sharma Any story idea which you want me to develop :    When I went as a new teacher to the primary school at Sitapur, the first thing the outgoing teacher told me was to watch out for the Thakur's daughter, Janki, who was known as a man-eater. She was a widow and looked after Thakur's properties after his death. I was very obdient and careful with her and soon realised she was a wonderful person as long as I did my job. The village was divided into two camps. One which loved her and the other which hated her. With time I became very close to her and did everything as per her direction. Since she was not very educated it was my job to read the papers to her and advise her about dealing with government officials. Her enemies loved to call me her wife and felt our partnership was preventing them from exploiting the village. They decided to attack me one day when I was sleeping. My mentor heard about the plan and saved me from a certain death. She asked me to move to her haveli immediately. Only men of the Thakur family were allowed to stay at the haveli overnight. The village priest solved the problem by making me take an oath in front of the village goddess that I would live as a woman henceforth. My life as Chameli began and I was happy to living with and serving my mentor. A few years later the Janki enemies in the village objected to her presiding over the temple festival as she may still be menstruating. On my advice she underwent uterus removal and declared herself to be as manly as any thakur. After a couple of years she married me. My ultimate dream to marry a woman who wanted to be the man in the relationship in every sense of the term was fulfilled. First Name :    Tanya Any story idea which you want me to develop :    "No bhabi! I was just trying out something for the fancy dress competition at the college." Even as I said it, both of us knew it was lie. I was wearing her red and gold lehanga choli. My face was made up with a proper foundation, eye liner, blush, blood red lipstick. I was wearing the traditional bridal jewelry on my hair, ears and neck. There was sindoor in the parting of my wig. My round red bindiya was looking nice between my plucked eyebrows. My arms were full of red glass bangles. There was red nail polish on my nails. As bhabi took a step towards me, I moved back in fear. The payals that I was wearing rang out as I moved. Bhabi smiled at me and said, "Aree meri pyari gudiya. Ab to mann le. Tu toh ab meri nanad ban gayi hai." (Oh, my doll! Do accept now. You have become my sis-in-law.") While I was burning in shame on being discovered, she moved forward and felt my breasts. I was wearing her best bra, stuffed with socks containing rice. I was not sure what she would say when she found out that I was wearing her panties as well. My brother and sister-in-law had gone on a holiday and were not expected back so soon. My brother had to return on office work and bhabi had turned up at home when I least expected her. After admiring me for some time, she smiled and said, "Arre pagli, tuh to mujhse be sundar lag rahi hai." ("You crazy girl, you are looking more beautiful than me). Though I pleaded with her she would not let me change and I was presented to my brother that evening as his new sister. He laughed so much that I started crying. He came over and hugged me and said he loved me and had no objection to my trying to be his sister. He wanted me to continue as a girl for some more days because he liked the way I looked. Now I was trapped. The next day I left with them on their holiday which had been interrupted. We were going by train. I was dressed in jeans and tank top. My full breasts were causing many boys to walk by our seats repeatedly. I pretended not to notice though I was feeling good about the attention. As we reached my brother's office guest house I found the staff being very attentive to me. I changed into a salwar Kameez as we sat for lunch. By evening I had a worn a saree with all the jewlry as we were going to a nearby temple. My brother joked with me, "Ab toh bitiya ke liya dulha lana padega!" (We need to locate a groom for our darling). His words rang true when Ramesh, my bhabi's cousin turned up the next day. He fell head over heels in love with me. We went all over the hill station. I dressed specially to get his appreciation. I avoided being alone with him lest he finds out me. At last he tricked me to go to a non-existant view point. We landed up in thick forest. He started kissing me and fondling me. I did not wait too long before I satisfied him with my mouth. I confided in my bhabi about it. I am sure my bhabi and bhaiya will solve things for me. First Name :    Sandrina Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :    Last week I was surely read by my neighbour. She stood in front of me and I think she must have seen the trimline of my wife's panties, clearly shining through my trousers and visible in the mirror behind me. She didnt say a word, but I am afraid she will talk... Any story idea which you want me to develop :    A young boy called Andy wears his sisters undergarments and is spotted by his friends as they are all peeing together. That is because he turns a little too soon before closing his fly. They take him back to his house and ask him complete his dressing for their benefit. They assure him they will treat him nicely if he goes out as a girl with them. They all go back to the mall with Andy dressed in a well padded bra, a matching thong, a suede miniskirt and a nicely fitted angora sweater. They call him Sandy now and he just manages to keep pace with the boys despite her high heels. They take her to food court and order food. She collects the filled tray and carries it to them. They feed her as if she is their pet. They pose and click snaps with her. One them stands with his arm around her waist while she is asked to place her head lovingly on his shoulder. Another asks her to sit on his lap for the photograph. She blushes as she feels his woody below her buttocks. The third fellow actually hugs her and after being clicked kisses her passionately. The fourth fellow asks her to lean forward and put her head in his lap. While she does that, he possessively places his hand on her rump as the camera records the scene. With food in their stomach and snaps in the camera, the friends move into the shopping mall. The first boy takes Sabrina to a dress shop. She tries out pants and t-shirts for his benefit. They leave without buying as he gets the urge to cum watching her seductive dresses. As they come out he rushes to the WC to jerk himself off. The second boy takes her to the cosmetics store, where tries out various shades of lipsticks on her hand. He lets her buy three and she wears them one after another for his benefit. As she wipes each and wears the next he gets turned on and quickly rushes off to the WC. The third boy takes her to the shoe store and makes her try various shoes and boots. He sits opposite to her and keeps looking into her skirt as she struggles to wear some of the shoes. At the tenth shoe he too rushes off to the WC. The fourth boy takes her to the lingerie store and instructs her to leave the door of the trial cubicle unlatched. He manages to peep in to catch her different undergarments. Soon he too rushes off to the WC. When they retrun home, the friends bed her. She holds one cock in each of her hands. One of the boys kisses her mouth and the fourth one jerks her off. Your Name :   Sonia Verma What is your dream scene? :   The makeup man did last minute touchups to up my nicely made up face. My mother wished me good luck as she put a jasmine gajra on my long and thick plait. I was wearing a shiny lehanga with a lot of gather at my ankles. My ample and well filled out brassiere was encased in a tiny and tight-fitting choli of the same silvery material as my lehanga. A mild attar, known to arouse men, was sprayed on my shoulders. It would mingle little by little with the air as I danced. I entered from one side of the large hall. Huge chandaliers were pouring out brilliant light all over. Nice young girls were walking around with drinks and cocktails. The muscians were testing their instruments one last time before breaking into music for my dancing. Thakur's men were lounging around on the mattresses spread all over. As I walked in, I timed my steps evenly, as any trained dancer would. They heard the sound of my payals and the noisy merrymaking subsided a little. Most of them took a sip from their glasses as they looked in my direction to confirm if the evening's woman was as good as the wine. Just then a cool breeze from the rose garden blew into the large hall. It caressed my exposed waist and sent a chill into my body. Part of the chill was because I was dressed as sexy nautch girl about to perform in front about fifty virile men. It was our Thakur's birthday. Even on a normal day we village folks could not say no to any of Thakur's demands. Thakur had sent word to my mother that, on his birthday, he wanted my sister to perform mujra for his 'private army'. My mother had readily agreed as she was sure of a handsome payment from Thakur for the services. But then, my sister's periods started unexpectly on the day of the performance. Not only was she bleeding a lot, she also had severe cramps. I did not know if my mother was more worried about displeasing the Thakur or missing the payment. She kept giving my sister various herbs to make her feel better. But nothing worked. Not only was my sister in pain, she also smelt of blood. That was when I offered to go in my sister's place. At first my mother just laughed. Then she became convinced. That is how I was now in front of these men. Each of whom was staring at my well filled out choli, narrow waist, shapely hips and delicately made up face. I was sure each of them had a raging hardon. They could see in me, a beautiful girl provided by their master for their enjoyment on his birthday. I was a bit scared. But being a trained dancer, I still smiled sweetly and danced well letting the audience see my changing curves for brief moments from different angles. They kept watching keenly, hoping to see again many of my movements which they stimulated them. I was able to make them keep their eyes fixed on me. I could see lust in their eyes and knew they would give their right arm to be able to take me to bed and peel off the clothes from my body and put their large dicks into me. It was customary for the dancer to offer rolled betel leaves to the Thakur. As sensous music played, I danced across the hall and reached the Thakur reclining on his high chair. As I offered him pan from the jeweled box, he sat up and smilingly pointed to his knee. It was a privilege to be asked to sit on his right thigh and I sat gingerly with my legs between his legs. He put his arm around my waist and adjusted my body so that I was comfortably perched on his thigh with the side of my body pressed against him. I could feel his hard dick on my knee. The audience was full of smiles and appreciative words were being said about my beauty as I sat on Thakur's thigh. My closeness to Thakur gave me power over these men. But still I was a girl whom they too wanted to touch and feel. Being a bit drunk, one of them said, "We too have nice cushiony thighs". The Thakur laughed and asked me if I would like to sit on some more laps. I gave half a smile and said nothing. Thakur made an offer to his men. The challenge was not too simple. Those who could go across the lily pond walking on a tight rope tied to trees on the banks could spend one hour with me. I was caught unawares but I knew the Thakur would give us a good reward for this extra service. The trouble was about passing off as a girl for one hour in private. Luckily for me, most guys who tried the challenge were too drunk and fell into the pond halfway. Only one handsome young boy made it across. The Thakur knew the village customs well. The dancers belonged to the Thakur and he had to protect us till we were married. So, while I was offered to the boy, he was told that he could not take away my virginity. As the door closed behind us, the boy hugged me. I felt nice that someone had worked hard and won me as a girl. I was sure he saw me only as a girl who had set his langoti on fire. I was determined to make him more happy than what any girl could. After all he had won me by beating many strong men. I could feel his passion and his strong muscular body as he hugged and kissed me. Luckily for me, my mother and sister had worked hard to create my breasts and hips. As he caressed me he did not think anything was wrong with me. He said he would not take off my clothes as he could not control himself if he saw me without clothes. Though I was relieved by what he said, I also felt sorry for him. By then I had already felt his large and hard cock. It had to be taken care of it. I gathered courage and asked him as softly as possible. "Oh handsome! Can I see and hold yours?" He nodded his head. I pulled off his dhoti and langoti. Quickly I kneeled in front of him and took him in my mouth. Within a few moments he came in my mouth. Soon I washed my mouth in the chamber pot kept there and went back to him. He made me sit on his lap and kissed and touched me all over tenderly. Soon he was ready again and I shook him off sitting on his lap. Then I left the room and returned to the hall. I continued to dance as if nothing had happened. My man came in a little later and announced to everyone in a loud voice,"I want to marry her." The Thakur smiled, I blushed and all the gathered men laughed loudly. Then my man reclined on one of the round cushions and even before the first part of the next dance was over, he was fast asleep like a baby. Your Name :   Janani Your statistics when you are dressed up :   36-30-36 Your comments :   It is very delicious to read you stories and it is becoming a habit with me. What happened once you got dressed? :   I cannot believe what I see in my mirror. I keep looking for a while and then I explode and relax. What is your dream scene? :    I was shy and quiet when she come near me and sat down. She lifted my mysore silk green saree along with my linen petticoat and directly put her hand inside my bulging silk panties and took out my cock which was already quite hard. Then she made my cock stand free and caressed it with her lips. I whispered, "Yes dear, that is nice. I am all yours. Please, please take your Janani and make love to her in any way you wish." Your Name :   Poorva What is your dream scene? :    I was dressed in a very sexy deep neck blouse with just two spagetti straps holding it at the back. I was also wearing a trasparent maroon coloured silk saree, jhumkas in my ears, bangles in my both hands, a pearl necklace around my slender neck & three inch golden heels on my small feet. This was my normal uniform as a room service employee in a large five star hotel. I was one of the five 'hostesses' assigned to the VIP floor of our five star hotel. Those guests who were regulars with us knew that me and another one of the hostesses were actually pretty boys. Some of them avoided us and some of them asked for us just for the same reason. We too liked some of the regulars and would be willing to give them extra services. Your Name :   Stefie Your statistics when you are dressed up :   38 dd 28 36 Your comments :   Hi love your site and all your stories How did you plan your best dress up? :   My wife planned a costumes party. She told me I would be the waitress and she would be the hostess greeting all her friends. How did you execute the plan? :   She got me ready at first. I wore a nice skirt and blouse as the guests entered. I curtised each one and help them store their street clothes. Soon I discovered that she had called only her women friends for the party. Anyway, as planned, I changed into a bunny girl set and served them with drinks and cocktails. What happened once you got dressed? :   When the girls had polished off a few drinks, a tomboy among them declared that I would be her bunny girl for the rest of the night. What is your dream scene? :   Then my tomboy had me sitting on her knee while she played with me. All the girls in the party were telling her to do more and more man like things. That naturally forced me to be more and more of a girl. Once I became very girly and she took me to her home and kept me as her wife for the weekend. Your Name :   Suhasini Your statistics when you are dressed up :   Simply marvelous Your comments :   Hello raji, I am really exited when I read your silky story. All the stories are erotic and lead to tremendous experience. Keep it up..... How did you plan your best dress up? :    Only when I am alone at home. It is very funny. When dressed up, I see myself my full image in the mirror and dream that I should remain dressed forever... What is your dream scene? :   Just to be dressed as a bride, fully madeup with all formal jewelry and acessories of a bride with grand kanchi saree and jasmine flowers in my hair with garlands around my neck. Your Name :   Aishwarya Your statistics when you are dressed up :   32 26 32 Your comments :   too shy to comment What is your dream scene? :   A husband cheats a life insurance company for a huge sum by saying he is dead. His wife takes over his business and also gets the insurance money. She is now rich with all the money and controls the house and him. Now that she has became the bread winner, the husband has no other way than to surrender to his wife as he is presumed dead by everybody. She converts him into a girl to avoid suspicions and makes him work as her secretary. At home she makes him work as a wife and during night she behaves as a man while making love to him. Now his weekly allowance for lipstick and nailpolish depends on how happy he makes her. Your Name :   MEGHANA Your statistics when you are dressed up :   36C-30-38 Your comments :   I really like the way in which you have designed your home page What is your dream scene? :   This happened last summer in the city of hyderabad where I am currently based, working as a software professional. My House is very close to the Hussain Sagar Lake and it is usually full of walkers in the mornings. My wife was away in Mumbai so I had slept the whole night in a silky transparent nightie. I got up in the morning and without realising it went out on to the balcony, stretched up my arms and leaned back to shake off my drowsiness. Suddenly I realised I was offering a free sight to the walking public. My short nightie had climbed up on my thighs and was barely covering my privates. Luckily my legs were shaved and I was wearing panties and bra. From the road people would have just seen a shameless girl exposing herself in public. I felt turned on by what had happened. I quickly had a clean shave, put on some of my wife's make up, added a light brown listick, and a simple round bindi. I put on fresh padded bra that I had bought from Chermas in Ameerpet and dressed in a simple salwar kameez which my wife uses very often. Then I wore the helmet and took out my wife's scooter instead of my car. The security guy in the building mistook me for my wife and said,"Goodmorning Smita madam..aap bombay se aa gayi kya?". I was thrilled and just smiled at him. Then I rode the scooter to the tank bund, parked it and locked the helmet. I boldly joined the brood of walkers in the necklace road was aware of the looks that I was getting. My swishing salwar and my tinkling payals were causing second looks. My day was made when one old couple who were walking along advised me to be careful when I came out of the balcony in the morning. Your Name :   Susan Your statistics when you are dressed up :   34-28-36 Your comments :   lovely site..i read all the stoies. How did you plan your best dress up? :   Last month, I was alone in my house for four days when my parents were away. It made me so horny as I tried on all my moms and sistes dresses. Actually I am new to this type of sex. What happened once you got dressed? :   I get aroused and I wish I have a boyfriend who will love me and support me as a girl. What is your dream scene? :   I want to be in a traditional malayali hindu marriage and I want to be the bride in it! View Archived Guestbook No. 4    Build you own website | Yahoo! GeoCities