I wear all types of feminine clothes, but I like the traditional Indian dresses the most. When I wear ghaghra-cholis, sarees and sometimes salwar suits I add charm to myself with big red bindis. My best dress-up has been with a pink silky lattice work ghaghra choli. While the silky inner side gently rubbed my hairless legs, I watched the outer pleats form a large canopy as I twirled in front of the mirror. The tiny choli no doubt covered my breasts but did not hide their lovely shape and delightful size. Between these garments, my smooth midriff, was sexily exposed.

I spent many days and nights in this attire. I did many household chores which really made me feel like a housewife. I read womans magazine like grih-shobha and tried out the various food and beauty receipes. While in bed I adopted a large cylindrical pillow as my husband and moved him up and down between my legs. Not only did I try out different bindis but I also wore sindoor when I was with my "husband".

What is your dream scene? : "You know Shilpi, dressing up like a woman is one thing and really being someone's wife are not the same. I know you can pass for a woman but can you be a good wife as well." I understood that my wife Bala was throwing me a challenge. I thought for a while and said, "I don't know if I can but I will surely try, if only you would be my husband."

She had not expected me to suggest that in response to her challenge. But there was no way she could back out now. She thought for a while and agreed. I added that I would be a housewife only if she went to work as a husband should. So we decided she would be a working husband and I, a housewife for a day.

The local TV channel had advertised August 29th as 'Wife's day'. It seemed to be a good day for us to swap our roles.

We had planned to get up early and change. But we were so excited by the idea that we kept talking about it the previous night and made love many times. We slept late and got up late. I had fixed up for Bala a series of housecalls for selling my company's vaccuum cleaner. Her four calls were between 7 am and 9 am before the menfolk in those houses left for work. Since time was limited, we decided that she should dress up and leave first.

Lucky for us, both of us were somewhat short and slim and we could pad up well to give ourselves a nice figure or shape. My compnay insisted on slim salesmen using stuffed cotton vests and briefs with padded frontside. That way all of our salesmen looked equally muscular. Since we wore full sleeved shirt for work, lack of biceps did not matter so much. Our trousers were tightfitting making sure people, especially housewives, would not miss the bulge at front. We were required to wear elevated platform shoes to complete our image of being handsome men. Our looks made our male customer feel inferior but had the ladies very willing to buy.

No wonder Bala looked every inch a handsome man when she put on our uniform. She tied her short hair into a fashionable pony tail and wore a silver ring in one ear. As she wore the elevated shoes, I changed into her discarded flimsy nightie. She came over to me in a very masculine voice and said, "Bye Shilpi darling. "See you in afternoon. By the time I come back, you must look your sexy best for me ok?" As she hugged and kissed me hard, I, being in my bare feet, had to stand on my toes to offer my lips to her.

Even before I could recover from the breathtaking kiss and ask her to have breakfast or atleast tea, she was out of the house and I could hear the motorbike being kick-started.

I flopped on the frontroom sofa and thought about my husband's parting hug and kiss. I smiled to myself and said to myself, "Yess! My husband loves me."

Being used to dressing up, I knew I did not have too much time. Fortunately body hair not grown back since my last waxing. Also I had already invested in a body suit which gave me a nice upper body with my waist clinched, breasts fully grown, butts enlarged and hips widened. I even had a nice pouch for my cockette which allowed me to pee sitting down. I also had an artificial pussy but it did not go very deep. After a nice bubble bath I wore the suit and stepped out.

As my husband wanted me to be sexy for her, on our bed I laid out my lace bra and panties. Once worn, my skin could be partly seen and partly hidden. Long ago I had realised that nothing looks as sexy as diaphnous yellow saree worn over a skimpy blouse and a silky petticoat. I took them out of our wardrobe and placed them on the bed.

Fixing a hair band on my head, I started working on my face. Using a whitening spot corrector, I gave my face a uniform shade and smoothness. Liquid makeup, powder puff followed. Then I did my eyes with mascara and liner. My eyebrows were naturally thin. Then I lined my lips with a lipliner and filled in with coffee brown lipstick. Then I fixed a false hairdo. Danglers and a string of small yellow beads found their place on my body. I wanted to finish cooking before I wore the saree. So I just wore my bra and panties and pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a red tight fitting tank top.

Just then I could hear the key turning on the front door. It had to be the servant. We had forgotten to tell her to take a holiday. I was simply frozen in my tracks as she came in. From the front hall she could look into our bedroom and see me. I had no choice but to walk towards her.

She smiled at me and said, "Aap saab ki behan hain na. Mai Sarla bai hoon." Without even waiting for an answer she walked into the kitchen. From there she called out, "Aunty bhi baher gayi kya?" I had managed to recover a bit and said,"Haan"

After that Sarla was busy with her work. I kept out of her way as much as possible. After a long time she called out to me and said, "Aunty ko late ho raha hai, my roti bhaji bana doon kya?" I thought about it and said, "haan". That took another half an hour.

Just before she left, Sarla tried to chat me up. "Aap job karti hain ki padayi karti hain?" Then she asked me if I was married. When I said I was not, she assured me that I was beautiful and I would soon find my Rajkumar. I blushed and asked her what was beautiful about me. She said quite openly that men would fall for my nice full breasts, narrow waist and full hips which were just ready to deliver a baby. I just smiled shyly. Sarla laughed loudly and went out of the front door.

By the time Sarla left it was twelve o'clock. I felt happy about her remarks and the fact that all housework was done. Now I had about an hour before Bala returned. I set the table for two of us and went into the bedroom make myself "sexy" for my husband.

As the silky petticoat brushed my legs I began to feel hot and sexy. By the time I wore the blouse and saree and looked into the mirror, I knew I had made the right choice for my hubby. That afternoon Bala agreed I was an efficient housewife and a sexy bedmate and made love to me as never before.

One day there was no one in my house. I shaved all my body hair and took an oil bath. Then I stuffed and wore my sisters bra and panties. I felt bold so I went ahead and wore her bangles, gold chain and silver golusu (anklets). Now I could not stop myself. I made up my face nicely and wore a bindi. Having come so far I decided to wear her old school uniform and shoes. Since I was a little bigger than her the uniform was tight on me and my breasts were clearly outlined. When my sister came back unexpectedly she was surprised to see me. As one of her classmates, a boy, was with her she just played along. She introduced me as her sister and went in to get some coke for all of us. For a while the boy stared at me. Atlast he managed to whisper, "You look beautiful. What is your name?" I told him I was Supraja. He gave me his mobile number and asked me to call him up. In the meanwhile my sister came back. As we drank the coke I could see the boy's eyes going towards my breasts.

One day my parents went away for marriage in a nearby town. After they left for 2 days I was dressed fully as a girl. I particularly liked a blue saree and blue silk blouse. When I put on all things needed for me to be a women and also made myself up I looked into a mirror and saw it was not me but a girl looking at me I knew I looked cute.

How did you plan your best dress up? :    It was dassera time. Some friends of mine wanted to go to the pandals. They badly wanted to get introduced to some of the girls coming there. They needed a girl to help them with the intros. They begged me to dress up as a girl as I was rather small and could pass off easily. When I resisted they forcibly took off my clothes, made me wear a stuffed bra and panties. Then they dropped me on a bed. as I tried to get up, one of the boys came forward, grabbed me and kissed me fully on my lips. another boy was busy taking photographs of what was happening. Now the trap was set. I had the choice of helping them or explain the photographs to my parents. To make it sweeter they said they will also give me hundred rupees for every girl I caught for them.

So she taught me to dress me up for the next day. Next morning I got up early. Had my bath with haldi water and dressed up properly in a saree. Then I did the rangoli in front of our house in the half light of the early morning. I could feel the early morning 'walkers' staring at my butt as I bent down to draw the lines on the ground. I thought to myself, 'Bastards! Don't they have women at home. How can they stare at the neighbour's wife. That was my first lesson as a woman. Then I made some tea for my 'husband' and took it her bedside. Instead of sipping tea, she simply pulled me on to the bed. My saree flew off and I landed on her with my false breast resting squarely on her lips. She bit off my nipples and her hands played tabla on my butts. Despite my heart pounding I enjoyed her attention. As i got off him and retied my saree she got a free show of my body. That made her whistle and made me blush. while I got busy with all the wifely jobs like washing, ironing, cooking and cleaning, my 'husband' would sneak up from behind me and touch my body in erotic spots. I understood how difficult it is to concentrate on your work if your husband plays with you all the while. Later she made up by feeding me while we ate together.

During afternoon, I also had to sit on my "hubby's" knee while she watched football. If some player played well she would shout in joy and press my false boobs or put a hand between my legs and squeeze. I tried to protect myself and failed. The trouble was in guessing where I would be touched next. This was one game where she won hands up and down! By the end of the game I was so hot that I begged her to take me.

despite all the ups and downs (hey no pun here!), I loved being her wife so much that we decided to swap roles and I became the permanant wife. From that day we never had an argumentin our house. That makes me think that our 'physical' gender is less important than our 'mental' one.

When I was 17 Y/O and my Girlfriend dressed me up as her friend. She was going to see her future Jijaji and wanted a girlfriend to go along with her. She did not want our other friends to know about the possible match, as the future jijaji was sought after by many familis. Since we were meeting him in a city hotel for dinner, she decided both of us should go in sarees. She stitched up a new blouse for me for one of her sarees. Using her petticoat was no problem. But we had to buy a new bra, a wig and sandals for me.

My bhabhi was going to a womens' get-together and I wanted to go with her. So she decided to take me as her devrani. She first asked me to remove all my body hair. Then she gave me her bra, blouse and petticoat. Then she wrapped me up in her beautiful pink saree. She also gave me golden bangles, a pair of anklets, a golden necklace and pair of her gold earrings. She made up my face nicely and combed my hair differently.

Your Name :   Veronica

I lose all of my wealth due to gambling. The casino owner, a lady, now forces me to take on feminized submissive roles. She taunts me on how males are inferior to real females, especially to Lesbians like her and how she and her tribe will take over and reverse roles in the world.

As all the women there were over forty, they felt relieved. Then the head dacoit's eyes rested on me. "That girl is ok." more than me my mami was terrified. She started screaming. The other women told her that she should make the Dacoit leader (sardar) unhappy. Anyway the sardar was not planning to rape anyone. Saying so a couple of ladies took away my mami to the other room.Others were curious what the sardar wanted.

The sardar said, "We seven are like indra-dhanush. Let the girl come in different coloured dresses to please us one by one. I stand guarantee that none of us will undress her or touch her pussy.

Few of the women took me to the bedroom of the house. They explained to me that I should co-operate for sake of everybody. They promised to dress me up so nicely that the men would all reach their climax by merely looking at me.

As I always appeared before the women in atleast a petticoat with my panties properly in place, no one guessed the extras that I had. They only felt my breasts had not grown up but did not see too much trouble creating a padding for me. Soon I felt the ladies were enjoying the whole business

The ladies pulled out sarees and petticoats from all the wardrobes to make sure I was dressed in all the colours of the rainbow to please the men. I went into the men's room the first time in a blue saree wrapped over a matching blouse and petticoat. My hair was in a single long plait. I kept my eyes lowered as I entered the room. I could many men groan in disappointment while their leader laughed loudly. The sardar explained that each of them had selected one colour for themselves and I had turned up in sardar's colour. He laughed once again and said to his gang, "Isn't she a lucky girl." Saying so He picked me up and carried me to the next room.

Once inside, he bolted the door and said to me,"Dont be afraod my little one. I am very to please. I will also tell you the secret wishes of each of my gang members. You will not have any problem. Quickly he explained what his gang would want."