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First Name :   Sunayana Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   My parents and my sisters were away for a marriage and I was all alone that morning. I had told them that I had an important lecture at 11 am in my college and could not miss it. Actually the lecture had been canceled and I was free till 3 pm. As soon they left the house, I went into the bathroom and shaved my face closely and removed the hair from rest of my body. Then I had my bath using a moisturing soap and stepped into my room with the towel tied around my hair. From a secret compartment in my wardrobe, I took out my padded silk panties and wore it. My hips now looked large enough to deliver a baby. Then I wore the matching padded bra to give myself soft but firm breasts which, I imagined, my baby would love feeding on. When I looked at myself in the mirror I thought now I needed a man who would fill my womb give me such a baby. Anyway, I was now ready to wear my saree. First I dried my hair and applied makeup to my face, eyes and lips. Then I went to my sister's room to pick up a petticoat, a saree and a matching blouse. I came back to my room with the clothes and wore the petticoat, the magenta blouse and the silk saree. Then I took out the long haired wig from my hideout and wore it. Next I wore jewelry on my ears, nose, neck and wrists. Now I thought of myself as a nayika walking around her garden chatting with her sakhis. I walked around the house thinking of it as a garden. I pretended there were flowers around and I stooped to smell them and smiled to myself. I sang in a high pitched voice the hymns I knew. I chatted up my imaginary friends. In a while I returned to my own room, played up the dance music and started dancing with gay abandon. For my safety and privacy, I had locked up my house from front and had entered through the backdoor. So I was shocked and confused when I saw my neighbour and friend Dinesh enter my room. What had happened was, that his people had a spare key and he had come in to check when he heard loud music behind locked doors. He was also confused on seeing me, "Sorry Suji," he said and paused. "...Hey wait a minute! You are not Suji and what are you doing in her brother's room." He had first mistaken me for my sister. Then he had understood it was not her but maybe some other girl. In the meanwhile my heart was beating madly and my throat had gone dry. I could not speak even if I wanted to. I just stood there and looked down at my feet as my face became as red as a beetroot. Dinesh had switched off the music system. I could feel him looking at me. At last he understood who I was and said, "Oh I never knew such a beautiful girl was hiding inside my best friend..." I was relieved but felt very shy to look him directly in the face. He came near me, put his palm under my chin and lifted my face. Now I had no choice but to look at him. "You know, your beautiful eyes with their nice lashes suit you as a girl. They were not ok for you as a boy. Now that you are a girl, they are perfect. I think I will call you Sunayana." I was pleased to hear him say that and smiled for the first time since I saw him. My friend Dinesh, was a Sanskrit scholar while I was a classical dancer. He was taller and broader than me. I loved to attend his discourses and he made it a point my dance performances. As I smiled shyly, Dinesh moved close to me. Both his hands were now on my shoulders. Under his reassuring grip and approving smile, my heartbeat was coming under control. I looked up at him and said with a smile, "Only my eyes are beautiful, is it?" Dinesh laughed, "Sorry my Apsara.." Saying so he feasted his eyes on my ample breasts, moved on to my narrow waist and stopped at my rounded hips. Soon his hands felt up what his eyes had seen. He whispered almost like a chant,"Sukesha, Sunayana, Suvarna, Suthana, Su-nabhi, Suyoni, Suvasthra, Su-abharana, Su-paduka. Vandanam Sundaravadana." I felt very happy when I heard him praise my body and my adornments. I felt compelled to move forward and rest my head on his shoulder. His hands at my hips, pulled me closer to his body and we were now hugging each other, truly like a man and his sweetheart. Again I felt one of his hands on my chin and he lifted my face and kissed me on my lips. I put my arms around his neck and hung on to him. He in turn, put his hand on my head and tousled my hair lovingly. After a while, his hand traveled to my back and felt the straps of my bra. He was no doubt thinking of my soft shapely breasts contained in the cups of that bra. I knew he could feel their softness against his own hard and hairy chest. There was another hardened part of him which I could feel in the limited space between our embracing thighs. It really confirmed to me that I was now a sexy girl capable of causing a raging hard on in my man's equipment. I don't know from where the words came to my lips as I said to Dinesh, "I wish I could give birth to your children and nurse them." For a moment, Dinesh did not say anything. Then he gently made our bodies move apart from the passionate embrace in which we were caught. He looked me in the eyes while caressing my hips with his hands and said, " I can see that your hips are large enough to deliver children. Let us hope God and science will make it possible for me fertilise your womanly seeds which will grow into lovely babies. These babies will then suck at your beautiful globes making me wish I was a baby." The image created by his words was so nice that I could no longer look at him and lowered my eyes out of shyness. While I avoided seeing his eyes, my eyes came to rest on the lingam in his crotch and I could almost feel it entering my yoni and spraying it with life giving bindu. He could read my thoughts. "Yes my Apsarus, it will happen. But till then you must find other ways to satisfy your man." I understood what he wanted. I started a slow enchanting dance to show him my beauty from all angles and concluded by kneeling in front of him. My mouth became a yoni for him. As his bindu went down my throat, I wished my stomach was my womb containing the seeds of our future. First Name :   Steffie The dress which you most love to wear :   ALL GIRLY CLOTHES Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :    It is our tradition to spend christmas with my wife's family. This was compulsory for me because I had married into money and had to keep my in-laws happy. During the last christmas holidays, my mother-in-law had requested me to become a wife to my sister-in-law (elder to both me and my wife) who was almost the man of the family after my father-in-law's death. My wife was happy to be rid of me while we were at my in-laws. While I was busy being a housewife, my wife went back to her former boyfriend. My sister-in-law was happy in her role as the head of the family with a wife as a Xmas gift. My mother in law was happy to have some help around the kitchen. My own secret desire had been to be a woman and a housewife away from the prying eyes of friends and colleagues. Man or woman, it is nice to be able to dress in leather during winter. So I was happy to be wearing the short black leather dress which my mother-in-law had selected for me for Xmas. To make sure my legs would not dry up in the cold air she had given me a few pairs of sheer stockings. People could not even make out whether I had them on. On Xmas day I was standing on a ladder and trying to bring down a few things from a top shelf in our kitchen. I was perched on a tall stool stretching forward to take out things from the roof level shelf. I could hear my holiday husband Patricia calling out to me from below, "Hey Steffie, why aren't you wearing your panties." 'Oh shucks', I thought to myself. While I had changed into my short leather dress I had wanted to wear my thongs rather than the regular panties, but I had forgotten. Fortunately I had my gaffe on and all that my husband could see was my false pussy. In a way I was providing her a treat. I realised I had managed to turn on the man in her, as she did not move from the spot and kept looking up into my dress with her mouth open. As I descended I could feel her hand feeling up my legs. As the hand reached my inner thigh I could not move further. Now her hand crept up and grabbed my pussy. Soon she bent my upper body and made it pass through a pair of ladder steps. My bum jutted out invitingly at her. Soon I felt her prosethetic cock inside me and had me then and there. Through a corner of my eye I noticed my MIL come in. I could see her walk away shaking her head. Any story idea which you want me to develop :   Role reversal with men wearing dresses and women wearing the trousers and treating men like men have treated women for genarations First Name :   Lata Sharma The dress which you most love to wear :   Sarees,Sarees & more Sarees in Soft Cotton, Printed Silk, Garden Silk,Polyester Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   The story goes back to my early days of Cding which is long long ago. However the memory always brings pleasure to me. After finishing school and before going to college I happened to go on a visit to my maternal uncle's place. My uncle has two daughters elder to me. They were slim and tall and full of mischief. They were studying in a college and their college was still functioning when I reached there. They did not want to leave me behind at home while they were away. So they decided to take me with them to college. Being an exclusive woman's college, I had to go with them dressed as a girl. Since their college started long after my uncle and aunt left for office, the elders did not know what we were doing. I too felt full of mischief and got ready. When they finished dressing me up, I fell in love with my image in the mirror. My somewhat long hair was styled differently, my face, eyes and lips were seductively made up. There were gold dangers on my ears and an Asmi pendant was around my neck. The Garden silk saree with many shades of red in it draped well around my enlarged hips and breasts. As I looked at myself I could not help climaxing and ended up getting my panties soiled. As I looked at them sheepishly, my cousins started laughing. But then they me gave me a fresh pair. Soon we went out with me trying to imitate them in everything. Soon I was one of them. The teachers were kind when my cousins told them I was just out of school and had joined them just to get a feel of studying in a college. Some of the teachers even advised me that I should be careful of the boys as I was very pretty. We had gone to college in an autorickshaw but decided to return home by bus. At the bus stop we met two boys known to my cousins. There was a third boy with them. One of the boys introduced him as his younger brother Rakesh. My cousins introduced me as Lata who wanted to see their college. Rakesh too had just finished school and had accompanied his brother to the college. The boys wanted us to accompany them for a movie. My cousins said it was too late to get tickets. The boys said it was not a problem as their servants were waiting in the queue for their tickets. My cousins agreed and the boys called up their servants on the mobile and asked them to buy the extra tickets. Other four being older, Rakesh and I got paired off. I could see he was very excited to be with me. He was trying very hard to please me. I too played at being a normal girl and let him take care of me. My cousins had the last laugh that night when they told me Rakesh was actually Rati, a girl. They had set me up and I had fallen for it. Even Rati had been tricked by her brother. Though I felt a bit upset, I laughed with them. A little later Rati called up. She said I was beautiful as Lata and whether I would remain Lata for her. I agreed to be Lata only when Rakesh was around. Immediately the voice on the telephone changed and Rakesh was now sending kisses to me on telephone. I melted and said," I love you". I spent my entire holidays as Lata with my Rakesh. First Name :   Sandhya The dress which you most love to wear :   Shorts & blouse Any story idea which you want me to develop :    I am fond of watching TV shows where strong macho woman wrestled each other. So imagine my joy when one of the suppliers in my office gave me a free pass to visit one such live show. I am a puny man weighing just 60 kgs. I would often imagine being carried off by one of these strong women. That would give me a real hard on and I would jerk off. Here was an opportunity to see them in flesh and blood. On the day of the event, I reached the venue ahead of time. Holding a VIP pass gave me a seat near the ring. One of the female wreslers was seated in a chair next to the ring not far from me. She smiled at me and said,"Will you be my mascot and cheer for me this evening." My throat was dry with excitement. I nodded my head agreeing to do her bidding. She smiled at me and said she would spend time with me if she won. I was in heaven and relaxed enough to ask her if she wanted anything special for the evening. She smiled at me and she said, she would like to visit a disco. As I cheered her on, my muscled goddess beat the hell out of her opponent. As soon as the referee held up her hand and declared her the winner, she jumped down from the ring, picked me up and hugged me. While hugging me she went into a jig while the spectators clapped. Her hands were clasped below my buttocks and my feet were dangling above the ground. As the clapping intensified, she kissed me hard on my mouth. I blushed furiously but loved every moment of it. In full view of the audience, she carried me away right into her dressing room and put me down. "How did you like that my little doll?" she said to me and laughed. I smiled back and said shyly, "You brute". She roared with laughter and bent down to kiss me again. Not bothered one bit my presence, she took off her fighting costume and changed into jeans and t-shirt. With her short hair, she looked like a well bulit man to me. I told her that. She laughed and came forward to cup my butts in her large palms and said, "With these nice soft curved bums, you could make a fine chick, you know. I wriggled out and reminded her of my promise to take her to a disco. She smiled and said, "Among those nice young girls I will look too large, unless I decide to go as a man." Saying so she looked into my eyes. A promise is a promise and I was determined to keep it. Having decided, we went over to her room. On the way we picked up a few things to help me become a babe for the evening. When she was done with me I knew I had become a pretty girl with curves in the right places on my body. As we went into the disco, I could not help thinking how right my new lover was. She matched most men in the muscles and size and I matched most women in curves and looks. Many men lead me into a dance that night but it only was my wrestler friend who pawed all my curves and carried me around like a toy until she finally decided to take me to her bed and make love to me. First Name :   Nimisha, the bride Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   I dressed as a bride for a play at my school. An elderly woman approached me at the end of the play and asked me if I would marry her grandson. Which story of mine you liked best :   Mohana Any story idea which you want me to develop :   I was not able to pacify Shivani as she continued to cry. We were seated under a tree near a deserted temple. I had just given her the bad news that my parents had fixed up my marriage with another girl and I did not have the courage to oppose them. After crying for a while, Shivani started getting angry. She folded her hands towards the main sanctum of the temple and cried out to the Goddess, "Mother, why are you making me suffer like this? Why did you make my man such a coward? This would not have happened if I was the man and he was the girl." So intense was her anguish that Shivani fainted as she appealed to the goddess. She fell holding on to my hand and dragged me down as well. My forehead hit a stone as we hit the hard ground. We were both now unconcious. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the surroundings had become dark. The sun had set and the outline of the temple could be seen in the twilight. A man was seated near apparently trying to sprinkle water on my face. I was surprised to see the man wearing jeans and Shivani's t-shirt. He also resembled Shivani somewhat. As I tried to understand what had happened, I began feeling the changes in my body. My trousers now seemed tight around my hips and my shirt seemed tight around my chest. I looked at the man hoping for some answer. He smiled and said, "The Goddess heard me. I am a man now and you are a girl." I felt numb on hearing this but a little exploration with my hands proved to me that Shivani was right. "First of all we need to exchange our clothes. Since you are a girl now, you need a little privacy. Go behind that bush and change. It is dark now and I can afford to be naked for a while here. Change into my clothes and throw me yours." As I walked towards the bush, I could feel my hair cascading all around my head. I found it difficult to walk in my man clothes. Somehow I made it and changed into Shivani's clothes. But I was unable to hook my bra and called out to Shivani to help me. While she helped me, she told me to call her Shiva now on. Having worn the right clothes we were both comfortable now. I was still shocked and scared by what had happened but Shiva was calm and in control. She gave me the name Nimisha (Signifying our rapid change)and told me that she would decid things for us and take good care of me. I was happy to just obey her. We left the temple and picked up a few new clothes and other needs for ourselves from a mall. Then we packed it all into a new suitacase and checked into a hotel. Days passed. As far as my family was concerned, they could never find me and I was presumed lost. Shiva had recently lost her parents and had enough ATM cards of their bank accounts to help us start a new life. She also collected many valuables from her house during the night hours. We soon found a nice apartment for ourselves. Our neighbours assumed Shiva was my husband and I was a housewife. Shiva bought a thriving lingerie business with her parents money and we were soon well settled. As things became comfortable, both of us began to relax. I often caught her looking at my breasts and bums with interest. I too started dressing a little sexily to make myself interesting to her. One day, from our shop, she brought some latest lingerie home for me to use. I could see she was getting a hardon as I paraded in front of her in the skimpy things. As I expected, soon she hugged me and kissed me hard. "Do you mind being a woman and my wife," Shiva whispered to me. I whispered back," I thought you will never ask me..." Being a god fearing man, Shiva never made love to me until we were properly married at the same temple. On the day of our wedding, I dressed properly as a bride and went into our bedroom where she waited for me. I could not help blushing as she lifted my veil and kissed me. Then she removed all the jewlry that I was wearing. Then she removed my clothes and made love to me. I understood what it meant to be a woman. Years have passed. Twice Shiva made me pregnant and we have a son and a daughter. I am very happy that I have become the wife of someone I love and the mother of her children instead of leading a life as a gulity cowardly man. First Name :   Riya Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   Once I was dressed in lehanga choli,with full make up and was roaming outside my house since nobody was there in my neighbours' houses. I enjoyed that day and also slept at night wearing skirt blouse. In the morning I came outside wearing my skirt blouse and high heeled sandals. First Name :   Robin The dress which you most love to wear :   A Love silky nighties Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :    When I was dressed in my wife's silky nightie and panties, she came into the room and discovered me. I was totally aroused and I asked her to play with me. She did. Now she dresses me often. Which story of mine you liked best :   I loved your story of the boy who switched places with his friend and found a girl who wanted to be a man First Name :   Sandy The dress which you most love to wear :   any thing girly Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   I was dressed as a waitress for a christmas party. I was wearing a black skirt and white blouse. Everyone could see my red bra through my blouse. Boys in the party squeezed my breasts and pinched my bottom as I served them. First Name :   rajamani The dress which you most love to wear :   saree and mundu Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   Last week I had my first public experience. I visitd my friend's house for a party where he had invited two other men apart from me. One of the guests casually said that it would have been more fun if there were girls. So our host suggested that we draw lots and convert two of us into ladies. Though I was against the idea but the guy who thought of girls and our host were very keen. They also suggested the guys will pay the girls $100 for the evening. Surprisingly, when the lots were drawn, the initiator and our host were not selected. I and the other equally short and slim guy got selected. Our host called up a makeup man who quickly turned up with make up, jewlry, wigs, shoes and dresses. I was dressed in a short skirt with a tight tank top and the other one was dressed in slim fit jeans and spagetti top. The make up man complimented us on our nice looks and presented us to the other two who had remained men. The party felt very different now. The guys danced with us and took care of our needs like drinks and eats. When they were so nice, we could not refuse them when they started playing with our bodies. We went to separate bedrooms and my man made love to me. First Name :   sameera The dress which you most love to wear :   sleeve-less tops, short skirts, satin sleeve-less slip, black saree with sleveless black blouse Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   I was alone at home. I picked up my sister's short skirt and the sleeveless top from the wash basket and wore it. I had put on make up and a wig. Just then my girl friend arrived. She was completely wet because of the rain. I introduced myself as Sameer's [my original name] cousin. She asked me for some dry clothes. Since my sister's wardrobe was locked, I gave her my clothes. She laughed and took off her wet clothes. I saw her naked first time but could not reveal myself. Once she wore the boyish clothes, she said, "Let me pretend to be a man. I think that will help us pass time nicely." So we started our little game. As the game continued she took me in her arms and started kissing me. Between kisses she told me that she liked me as Sameera. I realised she knew all along. That day I remained Sameera and she becomes my Chand and made love to me. Any story idea which you want me to develop :   I and my sister Sarika live together in bombay. I am 19 yrs old and she is 25. She is not intrested in marriage as she is talented and working as senior manager in a pharma company. I am fond of crossdressing. I used to do it when was alone. Once I was browsing a CD site when my sister came in. Though I minimised the page, my sister found out what I was doing. From that day, I have started living as a girl. My sister is now my husband and like any wife, I take care of all her needs at home. First Name :   Khushita The dress which you most love to wear :   biknis/ western outfits First Name :   Nisha Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   When I went to Jalgaon to give my exam for lecturer ship I Stayed in the railway guest rooms. I was all alone and I had brought with me my aunt's bra, panties, lipstick and salwar kameez. In the evening I dressed myself and went on to the railway platform. As many trains came in at that important junction there was a lot of crowd all the time. Many men would come near me to check if I was available for a quick one. I just smiled, so they started feeling me up. Some of them made me rub the front of their trousers or hold them there. I could feel their hard ons. Because of the crowds no one around could not make out what was happening. Some of the guys were nice and left some money in my hands before they boarded their train. Which story of mine you liked best :   one with silk stockings First Name :   Sundari Kannan The dress which you most love to wear :   9 yds. or 10yds. saree Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   When I was a 15 year old, the family barber shaved my face for the first time and told me all about sex. At that time I had small breasts like a girl. He pinched my nipples and told me I was a really girl because only girls had such large nipples on top of a breast. Then he made me wear my dhoti like a pallu around my head. Now he masturbted me and said I had just enjoyed myself as a girl. Later on the same man took me to his house and dressed me up fully as a girl and took me to a movie. Throughout the movie he kissed me and played with my body. When we came back he told me ways by which girls make men happy. For many years I was his girl. Any story idea which you want me to develop :    After working for many years in a public sector bank, I did not know much about the outside world. When I took my VRS I was forty five. I had put almost all my money in a finance company called Royal Benefit Funds. The company went down and I was left without income. My wife was dead and my only son was away at an expensive engineering college. All I knew was cooking. So I bought a small eatery called Mami's Kitchen. I felt I had to be a mami to make it a success. So I bought large sized breastforms, wigs and 10 yard sarees and other accessories. My wife's ornaments were still available. I started wearing them. I told my customers that my husband was an armyman who went missing during the war. My business started to grow. I was doing less cooking and more managing. One day a funny looking old lady came to eat at my place. We started talking. She told me that she had been taking a lot of medicines for her medical condition. She had lost hair on her head but had started growing a beard. She had also undergone breast removal. Though she was healthy now, her hair problems continued to bother her. We became thick friends. One day I told her my secret. She was silent for a while. Then she smiled and said, " I will do what you have done and my problems will be over." From next day she became a man. Not only that she started admiring the woman in me. I started dressing in fine clothes and jewlry now that I had an admirer. Soon the admirer became my lover. We started living together and I spent more time decking myself up as a woman while my lover took over the running of my business and my life. First Name :   Anjali Verma The dress which you most love to wear :   Sarees, Churidhars, long skirt with blouse Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   It happened during my college days in 1991-95 when I had many wonderful days of crossdressing. On those days I felt and lived like a girl. I had good support from my aunt with whom I lived during those years in a South Indian city. Any story idea which you want me to develop :   New born babies bring a lot of joy. But the Vermas were disappointed by the fact their latest child was a boy too. They already had four sons. But a mistake in the baby's birth certificate looked like god's message to them. The certificate showed the child as female with the name Anjana. The decided to bring up the child as a girl. The Vermas were a powerful and rich family. The midwife who delivered the child and the nanny who brought up the child were sworn to secrecy. They obliged as they gained much more that way. The brothers were happy to have a sister. Since the nanny made sure that Anjana was never without her nappies the boys did not know about the similarity between them and their sister. Once she became five years old, the Vermas engaged private tutors to teach Anjana. The teachers could only see a girl, so when they taught her they left subtle messages about the role of girls in society. Anjana started practicing her role with her brothers. She did things like mending their clothes, serving them hot chappatis made by the cook and clapping her hands happily while they played cricket with other boys. Every year she would regularly tie rakhi on their wrists and would pray for their well being. The boys too loved her. When they went out they would collect berries for her. They would pull her long hair for no reason at all. Whenever some heavy thing had to be lifted, they would rush to do it for her, saying that such things were not a girl's work. The vermas were very happy that Anjana was having a wonderful childhood. But they feared the day when her male aspects will begin to show up. On Anjana's eleventh birthday, vermaji decided to move Anjana to his elder sister's place. Anjana and her brothers were very upset by this decision but could not say much against their parents decision. Safely away from her brothers, verma's told Anjana the whole truth. For two days the little girl-boy cried and kept to herself. By the third day she told her parents, she did want to be a boy and they should help her remain a girl. The partents were very happy to hear this and now Vermaji's sister who lived in a big city took over the bringing up of Anjana. A team of doctors took charge of the job of preventing Anjana from becoming a boy. By the time she was twenty, Anjana had fully become a girl. Her relationship with her brothers had continued even when she lived away but she always felt a bit guilty about keeping a secret from them. The doctors had done their job very well and twenty year old Anjana was a winner of many beauty contests. She took up modelling and married a young doctor who was a part of the medical team who had taken care of her. First Name :   Poonam The dress which you most love to wear :   western outfits Any story idea which you want me to develop :   I have my exams next month but I am not able to concentrate on my books. You will laugh if I told you the reason. It is all because of Manish my neighbour. Even now I can see him from my window. He is exercising in his room. I can't help looking at him and imagining his strong arms around me. I can feel his hands moving downwards on my back and he is now gripping my buttocks. I can sense my breasts pressing against his muscular chest. I can feel the heat in my pussy and I press myself against his hard cock. How can I concentrate on my books now. You may ask me why anyone should feel like laughing just because a girl is horny. That is exactly the point. I am a boy and I don't even look like a girl but there is surely a girl inside me who is horny as hell. First Name :   Mary The dress which you most love to wear :   skirts and blouses Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   I work in an all female office. All my colleagues wanted to treat me for my birthday. It was decided that I join them on a girls night out. I too thought it would be better if I go out as a girl rather than stick out as a single guy in group of girls. I imagined just a change of clothes was no big deal. All the girls were happy that I had readily accepted their suggestion. They engaged a beautician to work on me. When I protested, they said I should look good when going out in public. This was especially so because it was my birthday. If a passerby suspected that I was not a girl and made some bad comments it could upset me on my birthday. I could see the logic in their concern and agreed. The beautician had one hour sessions with me every evening after office hours. She gave me trendy clothes to wear and helped me walk, talk, eat and generally behave like a girl. I found the dresses to be lovely and the sessions to be fun. As days went by I started wearing breastforms and hip enhancers inside my bra and panties. I also graduated to wearing heels. But throughout these sessions the trainer never let me look into a mirror. A day before my birthday, my trainer waxed and removed all hair from my body. She also worked on the hair on my head and styled it. She thinned my eyebrows and applied make up on my face. She also let me wear some jewlry after dressing me up in a simmering evening gown. This time I was allowed to see myself in the mirror. I looked every bit a girl. To conclude my training, she took me out to a dancing hall. I did dance with a few men and enjoyed the attention from them. My birthday started with a few of my colleagues turning up at my house early in the morning. After greeting me, they suggested that I live the whole day as a girl. I saw nothing wrong in that. Anticipating my yes, they had come prepared with business clothes for me. I found that working in my office as one of the girls was no different. When it was evening they took to a house shared by few of the girls. They offered me a choice of clothes and let me choose. It was going to be a fun group of young people so I chose a maroon miniskirt and baby pink halter top. I wore three inch heels with it. Needless to say my breastforms and hip enhancer were below my inner garments. I did most of my make up by myself and twenty of us set out on our outing. I was very sure no one could make me out as a different one in that group. When we reached the venue I found that my colleagues had engaged fifteen men to serve us. After all, they reasoned with me that a modern girl can enjoy herself freely even if men are present. In fact men would make things interesting. I had reservations but decided to go along. The men turned out to be fun. It was clear that they were there to give us a good time and they were very professional about it. Though it was their job to take care of all the girls, they seemed to prefer some for the dances. I got to dance with almost all of them. As the evening progressed, a large box was wheeled into the room. It was covered with gift wrappings and tied with a pink ribbon. No one had to tell me that it was for me. I even suspected what was in it. When I pulled the ribbon and tore off the wrapping, a handsome man stepped out bearing a bunch of red roses. He kneeled before me and offered it to me and said, "Mary, I am your lamb for the evening. Will you have me." To the applause of all my colleagues I blushed and accepted the roses and nodded my head. The music which had stopped to hear us out, started once again and my man swept me off my feet. We danced a few numbers and between numbers he carried drinks and food for me. Even as others continued dancing, he led me away to the garden and kissed me under the starlit sky. We did not go back to the party but slipped away to a pre-arranged room and made love to each other. I am now looking forward to my next birthday. Any story idea which you want me to develop :   It was a cold night and I felt the urge to pee. I pulled off my covers and got up. I was surprised and fully awake as I felt my wife's sexy nightie on myself. Soon I knew that it was not the nightie on my body but I had totally moved into her body. I looked at my former body and noticed that the new occupant was sleeping soundly despite having a disgusting hard on which was causing a tent in his boxers! By now the urge to pee was very strong so I went into the bathroom, lowered my panties, lifted my nightie and let the fluid trickle out. After I washed and wiped myself, I looked at myself in the mirror. Despite my sleepy eyes, I was looking gorgeous. I brushed my hair and washed my face. My big breasts came in the way of my hand movements. I looked at the mirror once again and noticed that I was not wearing a bra. I could see my erect nipples and dark areola through the thin fabric. I wondered by I was not wearing a bra and understood it was to feed our baby, if she got up in the middle of the night. It was almost as if the baby read my thoughts. I heard her crying and stepped out of the bathroom. My former wife/present husband had also woken up on hearing the baby cry. She was staring at her hairy chest and wondering where her breasts had gone. Before she could recover, I picked up the baby and put her mouth to my nipple. The sucked eagerly and I felt very nice. The hubby kept staring at me and the baby. "What are you staring at? haven't you seen a baby feed at her mother's breast?" "But...but...how did this happen." She became suddenly concious of the bulge in her boxers and changed position to make it less obvious and said, "Oh my god! Why this as well." I laughed and said in my sweet voice, "Men are known to get it from time to time..." The baby had gone back to sleep and I gently put her back in the crib. "Oh yes?" my hubby said from the bed, "And woman know how to take care of it." I blushed when she said that. I knew what was coming. She held my hand and pulled me to the bed. As I sat down heavily, she lifted my nightie and put her lips to my breasts. One of her reached between my legs and stroked my pussy. i too reached forward and put my hand into her boxers. Soon we were rid of the few clothes we had and she entered me with a grunt. First Name :   KATHY Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   My wife had gone out, so I dressed up in her wedding dress with the wedding lingerie and imagined i was the bride greeting our guest on my special day. Which story of mine you liked best :   matramonial switch Any story idea which you want me to develop :   A wife catches her husband in her clothes. She is anyway a tomboy and hates having to wear make up and feminine clothes. So she uses the opportunity and tells her hubby that he can have all her clothes and she will wear the trousers and be a man. First Name :   SHERE The dress which you most love to wear :   Saree, Shararah, Shalwar Kameez with nice Duppatta and naqabK Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   hi, when I was 12 my mother dressed me in my sister clothes. She let me grow my hair to make me look more like a girl. One day the school teacher punished me by making me wear a floral frock. She also tied my hair in a pony tail. She told to come to school in the girls uniform until I cut my hair. First Name :   Meena The dress which you most love to wear :   salwar kameez Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   I started out by collecting a bra, salwar set, make up and wig. Then one day when every one had gone out, I dressed up using my collections. I was amazed to see myself resembling Juhi Chawla of Bollywood. Any story idea which you want me to develop :   Raji, I want to congratulate you on your good work. Keep it up. Can you develop some stories on forced feminisation. Hope you will do it shortly. (Dear Meena: I don't like to do forced feminisation. At least I like the new "she" to approve of the changes! RAJI) First Name :   Rahul The dress which you most love to wear :   saree Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   I wore my wife's bra with filler pads, petticoat, saree, make up, wig and necklace. She was gone away to her mother's house. I was stunned to see in the mirror a good looking lady looking back. Which story of mine you liked best :   amby First Name :   Nisha Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   What I love is a tight fitting bra, which would make breathing slightly difficult. Everytime I breathe the feel of sterching elastic straps would keep reminding me of the bra on my body. First Name :   Vidya The dress which you most love to wear :   silk and satin dresses or sarees Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :   My wife dressed me up during our honeymoon. I enjoyed that. Which story of mine you liked best :   the pleasures of silk Any story idea which you want me to develop :   Any good story which doesn't hurt any body feelings but helps us to change ourself into a beautiful lady. Pls dont stop developing the stories. First Name :   RAJINDER The dress which you most love to wear :   I LOVE SALWAR KAMEEZ Which story of mine you liked best :   I LIKE YOUR ALL STORIES. WELL I HAVE SAME NAME YOU HAVE. (RAJI) Any story idea which you want me to develop :   JUST KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK RAJI. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU THAT YOU CARE ABOUT WOMEN'S FEELINGS. YOU DESCRIBE WHAT WOMENS LIKE. WISH YOU ALL THE BEST IN FUTURE. First Name :   JENNY The dress which you most love to wear :   SHORT SKIRTS AND BLOUSES Describe your own best cross-dressed incident :    After a fancy dress party where I had dressed up as a tart and my wife as my pimp, she took me home and she carried on as the man and I was her little women. She made me dress up in a baby doll nightie and walk up to her in the dimly lit bedroom. The bathroom behind me had powerful light and the silhouette of my naked body could be seen through the transparent nightie. Which story of mine you liked best :   amby Any story idea which you want me to develop :    The world is now run by Indian women who make all men wear sarees and other traditional clothes.Men are treated us men like we treated women and they behave like chauvanist and do not do what is now mens work

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