first time my husband wear saree on my birthday & he is looking like a women.i want he wear my saree every?
saturday How can I convince my husband to dress like a woman?My husband has a cute face,longish hair,slight build and very pretty eyes.I am curious to know how he wd look if i dressed him up as a girl.How do I convince him to do it on every sat/sunday.And what shd i make him wear...Skirt blouse?salvar kamez?saree?jew? make up?I see lot of girls dress up their BFs and husbands and brothers when they lose a bet....does that work? Shd i try that? one night i asked my husband to dress up like a girl saying that its very difficult to be a girl.he agreed and on one sunday when he is at home i dressed him up as a girl in a saree with earrings,a good long hair wig,bangles,high heels,and other ornaments.he even did not object when wearing the inner wear.he looks very pretty and this made me unable to recognise him as a man.i would have taken him out to my friends,but he did not agree for that.I loved him so much to be dressed like a girl.i requested him to have all my dresses.suggest in detai
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August 14th, 2009 at 12:05 am
if he wear first time saree on your bday ?
why you are trying he wear your dress on sat/sunday.
he is your husband not a joke.
August 14th, 2009 at 12:05 am
r u serious
August 14th, 2009 at 12:05 am
Blah Blah Blah..crap
September 9th, 2009 at 2:28 am
it is a fun keep it.hide all male cloths that he has only choice to wear your saree and help him to wear saree but you do not forget to wear male cloths.after wear male cloths you are in the position that treat your husband as your wife.keep it up to enjoy life as possible.
September 22nd, 2009 at 10:54 pm
make your husband promise to do dress up when you need when he is in an romantic mood in his leisure time with a happy mood.
October 11th, 2009 at 9:58 am
send your all photos.
October 14th, 2009 at 8:34 am
My dear
It is a great thing and i think for a change a woman should do this to make her husband as her wife and enjoy the maximum sex. U can take him for movies etc. and enjoy the life and ask him to be ur wife.
October 14th, 2009 at 8:36 am
it is a fun keep it.hide all male cloths that he has only choice to wear your saree, salwar kameez, skirt blouse etc. make him wear sexy out fits and keep him under ur control so that he will obey u as ur wife. you do not forget to wear male cloths.after wear male cloths you are in the position that treat your husband as your wife.keep it up to enjoy life as possible.
October 18th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
you are so lucky. one day i dressed my husband in a skirt and made him wear a sexy hairwig too. he was too shy to face me. i asked him to keep his eyes closed while i take him to another room. when he opened his eyes he saw my mother and sister laughing at him while he cover his face in shame. my sister is very naughty and she asked him to wear her mother’s salvar kameez and he almost froze to hear it. but he had no choice but to accept the offer else she raise an alarm in the house. so he was wearing my mother’s clothes and could not speak a word. It was such a wonderful experience. You can also try the same trick on your husband
October 18th, 2009 at 1:40 pm
Oh I wish my wife did this to me every day. I would have readily agreed to become her wife.
October 23rd, 2009 at 2:51 am
plz send me ur details
i will make u meet my wife so that she too try smthng like that
i personally think that this will bring us more closer
November 5th, 2009 at 11:40 am
my husband likes to wear my saree. I liked yours story
November 15th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
I am a white male and have been dressed up like a female by girl friends in the past. They were just having fun trying to see how good I would look like all dressed up like a female. They were able to make me look just like a female too. I think it was fun. I am not bi or gay. I adore women who love to dress up and express themselves. Femininity is cool. I think women can be very artistic with clothes and things. If a woman wanted to do that to me again, I would let her have her fun. I am open to hearing from women and you can write me at MiscSN500@aol.com if you like.
November 19th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
hi you are so lucky , thanks for this nice experience sharing with us I also wanted but my wife hate to do this , even i wanted to became her wife on sunday for one day and if she have not problem to bring me amoung her friends then i have also not problems , becuase thease are wearing for wears to humen, we cant code any dress codes even before azadi men wear ornaments and dhoti kameej so ,i thing there shoud not keep any hegitation and every men wants to wear women cloths should wear and full fill their desires
November 26th, 2009 at 1:52 am
I love it u just do so……..
November 26th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Hi all any one help me try this i like saree very much but dont know how to wear it as female its nice exp also if i wear it.
November 27th, 2009 at 6:38 am
hi … i want such a wife wh can make me her wife
February 19th, 2010 at 9:49 pm
Hi all any one help me try this i like saree very much but i dont know how to do make up so any female will help me in this
March 2nd, 2010 at 4:19 am
Hi my husband also wear sari/gawon everynight. He wear jwelary . He wear earring,neck chain, kada in hand, belly chain and payal all time. He wear bra and panty everytime under shirt and pant.When he in home he wear and makup fultime femail dress.
March 6th, 2010 at 8:44 am
I asked my wife to to dress me up in saree and she agreed after initial hesitation. I wear bra, panty and all female clothing. Couples can have nice fun this way
March 9th, 2010 at 7:24 pm
You are lucky enough, that you got such a wonderful husband. My husband is also cross dresser, and i share all my clothes with him. When we passed from the road people could not recognise him. I shall be glad if you will send me his photo on shaily2010@rediffmail.com. I will send photo of him to u.
March 19th, 2010 at 7:34 am
Recently I tried to convince my husband to wear my saree but he didnot agree. one day he had off from his office and i persuaded him to wear my skirt, bra and frilly top. i made him wear sandals too. he looked so cute. my husband Lucky didnot feel anything shy despite i tease him a lot too. then i got a call from my mother that she was coming home to meet me. an idea struck my mind. i didn’t tell my husband that his mother-in=law is coming home to meet us. i requested him to wear my another skirt in bathroom and i switched off the door bell. my mother was at my home in few mins and i invited straight into my room. my husband was so shocked to see his mother-in-law laughing at him and he felt so awkward. he requested her no to tell anyone about the incidence to which my mother put a condition that whenever she will come to our home for meeting, my husband will dress up like a girl for her.
March 24th, 2010 at 2:41 pm
hi,i am sumit from mumbai ,i like to get dressed in women s clothes.if any lady would help me to do,please contact me on sumitdeshmukh1@yahoo.com
April 22nd, 2010 at 10:03 am
I like to wear saree in full attier { Peticoat, Bra , blouse,} with Lipstic, Bindi, payal, Bichua etc. but since my ear are not pierced I m unable to wear earings & I have not my size Bangles as my wife size is shorter than me. Beside my wife no one know my crossdressing. i have many experiances
May 10th, 2010 at 10:39 pm
It is normal today to dress your husband in female clothes and show to your sisters and mother. But, a promise must be given by your sisters or mother that they will keep the secret to themselves under all conditions bocz only such a promise will help you enjoy the transformation of ur husband and he will also feel secure and co operate properly. My husband lost a bet to his sister-in-law and the loser was to do anything winner will ask to do. I dont know from where my sister asked him to wear her clothes. When i learnt the situation i too got so excited and asked him to do all this for fun. After hours of convincing he agreed and i put him in skirt and top. when i finally show him to my sisters, she laughed and teased him. And she even called in my mother who could not believe that such a thing was done to him. so she gifted him with her hairwig. At first he resisted and refused to wear, but then we both sisters holded his hand while my mother fix that hairwig on his head too. he was totally looking like a girl and felt so shy to face all 3 women overpower him. My mother and sister was so happy yo see him dressed like a girl coz he was always teasing my sister. Now both of them teased him. Whenever i take my husband to mother’ home we dress him like a girl. And two of my friends have also seen him on webcam, my friends got so excited that they have tried the same trick on her husband but they have not been able to show them to their sisters-in-law. I am sure that day is not far when all husband will face their sisters-in-law and mother-in-law while dressed in female clothes
May 11th, 2010 at 10:36 pm
this is the most bizarre thing I have ever heard.. why are people encouraging this? It makes absolutely NO SENSE @ all.. if your husband enjoys dressing up & wearing make-up “full-time” then I think you may have a problem (he may be gay or trans), these are not things husband/wife should do to set the “mood” you should enjoy one another and live happily not force your significant other to dress in your clothes.. quite possibly the stupidest thing I have EVER come across on the internet
May 13th, 2010 at 6:05 am
there is nothing weird about men wearing female clothes. I recently come across a website on internet which had numerous ideas as who to dress ur husband/ Bf like a girl for fun. since, i didn’t have a BF yet, so i decided to try the idea on my sister as she is married. When i told her that she can dress her husband like a girl and take his pics if she can then it will be wonderful. At first, she could not believe me that she will be able to carry out the transformation. the trick was that she will dress her husband in her clothes, hairwig, make up and high heels too. Then she will call me on telephone and i will tease him that her wife has told me all about what had been done to him. the great thing about this trick is that he can not tell anyone in this world that he was dressed like a girl by his own wife and his sister-in-law also tease him regarding it. I have keep my promise to keep such a thing a secret boz only then her husband will feel comfortable. Moreover, we both sisters want to enjoy again in future which will be possible if we keep that incidence absolutely secret. i hope to see him dressed like a girl and standing in front of me. I think my jiju will do that in order to prevent me from telling other members of the family especially his Sasu Maa. I wish i could dress him in my clothes and take him to his Mother-in-law. It think it will be most funny day of my life. I will also dress my BF/ husband in future and show to my elder sister and mother.
May 17th, 2010 at 8:21 am
i really wish to meet a girl who can make me wear her skirts sarees and other things i wish i could meet someone like this in reality
May 17th, 2010 at 8:22 am
i really wish to meet such a girl who can make me wear her sarees jewellary and other things
May 27th, 2010 at 7:45 am
am now wear a Saree, and live as a housewife, I want to meet that men who can wear a Saree.?
I am 29 year old marriade man. I am marriade since last 5 months. My wife is Manager. She had 30,000 salary p.m. I am live with her mother & sister. Only 4 member in ours family. Her mother is owner of electronic shop, she also had a much more income. My Sali is widow, she work in big company, she also had big amount of salary. But in family only I am unemployed.
I can do all household work like, washing, cleaning, cooking, etc. For behalf of that my wife, her mother & sister gave me Rs.5000, 4000, 3000 respectively. I had total earning is 12000 p.m. I am happy with that.
One night when we are sleeping that time my wife told me, Tuesday my friends are coming in our house, so I can clear that you can be trieted as my wife, because I told them I am fully control husband in my hand. He is live as my wife & I am husband. You can understand.
I can rememberred and keep silence.
After that one she can force me and told, Tuesday you can wear a Saree.
She went in her cupboard and give a red designing Saree to me.
I told, I can wear this Saree.
She will happy and told, I can help you wear Saree, good night.
In a Tuesday, arly morning she can told me to wear Saree. We both are went in our room. I can wear her undergarments, bra, petticoat, after that she can tie a Saree. And also she can wear to me, her bindi, gold jwellery, payal, hear rings, bengells, watch. And also mack-up with lipstick, nelpolish and other mack-up assets as well as her mangalsutra. And wear a hair weak in my head. I am looking in myself in mirror. I look like cute woman.
I told my self, man in Saree.
She told me, you are looking so beutifull. I am shy.
At 12 pm her 6 friend are coming in our home. They are site in hall.
Her friend are told her, where is your husband, we are specially come for looking him.
Sonam my wife told him just wait. And he is not my husband, he is my wife & I am his husband. And she called me as a Sweetu, Sweetu come, with a 6 glass water.
I am reddy and come with water in front of her friend. That time I am in red designing Saree with other mack-up & jwellery. They are looking to me and wondered in myself.
They are told me, you are such a beutifull wife. You are looking so sweet in Saree. They can enjoying the moment,
They are told me, come here and site with us.
I am site with them.
Sonam friends are told their name to me, Sanchi, Rakhi, Sonali, Priya, Vaishnavi & Karishma. I can glad with meet them.
They can told me, how can you comferred with Saree. How many time you can wear a Saree.
I told them, First time I can wear Saree & I am so comferred with Saree & other dress,
They are laughing to me. And congrates to my wife & me our unbelivable life.
After that day they are my good friend, and many occation they can meet & gifted me a Saree & other dresses.
After that day I can wear Saree, scuit, salwar, and other dresses of my wife & Sali in home not for out. They can also share her clothes with me. In a sleeping time I can wear maxi. When we are going for picnic my wife, Sali & Sas wear te-shirt, jeans. & I wear ghagra, choli & Saree.
My mother-in-law also can treated me as her Bahu. I can always do household work. Now I am as a wife, & she is like as my husband. I can wear a mangalsutra. And take a carvachot upwas for my husband. I am now a complete house
May 28th, 2010 at 1:29 pm
I am a male.but now i lived as a house wife to my wife.my wife is a teacher.i am also a officer in a company.one day he asked me to wear her sarees for a fun.i refused and scold her.she plan to do that.she invite her mother&her sister to my home.they are make a plan to womanized me.but i don’t know.usually i retun to home.after refreshed me.and asked my wife ,bring tea.i speak withher mother&daugher.my wife come and carried my hands ,twist it and call my sister in law&sister.then both girls tied my leg&hand.i won,t agree,but my wife slap to my face.they removed mymustah.and make up as a girl.the two sisters pushed me in my bedroom.my wife forced me to wear her saree,bra,blouse,petticoat.bangles,jewells,watch,poyals.i wear it and i saw a mirror.i fully changed as a woman.she put a wiq plaited in my hair,garnishing jasmines.she show me to her her mother,she laughed and called me kavitha. before them my wife told,now itself i am your husband,u are my wife always.i agreed.now i wear my wife’s sarees,cuudidars with all makeup.i enjoyed it.she forced resigned my job.i do it.now i lived a full house.i cooked,cleaned.wash the clothes .etc,,
May 29th, 2010 at 1:39 am
One day my wife told me that how you would look like if i prepared you like women then i agree and she wax my body i wear bra panty ghaghara choli with ornaments. She took photos of mine i was loking like mrg dulhan. Nice experience enjoyed a lot.
June 5th, 2010 at 12:46 am
plz sent all the photos
June 11th, 2010 at 3:55 am
i m also a cross dresser from gujrat india..thats not wrongs..when i m just 5 years old..i liked girlish things.presently i m 17 years old……when i m alone in my house..i like totally girly things..i like wear saree salwar kameez lahanga chunri ..skirt top…& fully makeup like nailpolish mehandi payals bangles nacklesh lipistik maskara eyeliner bindiya sindoor earrings nosering &choti…so no tension 4 crossdress..i like dancing in lanhanga like bollywood actress….&make video….i like pink colours bcoz its total girly colours……………
June 11th, 2010 at 7:07 am
i am Nandhini.because my wife changed my name.i am a businessman.my wife is a womanpolice.after my marriage she said to me,dear!i mostly wear pant shirt.sunday only i had a chance to wear saree.i had more than 200 beautiful sarees.whenever you are in house u wear my sarees..i am a crossdressor.i used this chance.i agreed her.one sunday my wife makeup me as a girl.she wear all adornments to me.she is in uniform.she treated me as her wife.i also want to join the police.but she is not permit me.i am a online trader.i trade in my house.my wife ask me to wear her saree.in girl getup i do my trade sitting from the laptop.she ordered me to do house hold works.so i am om trouble.but no way. i change my character i lived as a house wife of my beautiful police wife.i don’t have a guts to oppose her.
June 13th, 2010 at 6:53 am
I am also a married cd my wife force me to wear girls cloth i also like she make me wear saree,lehanga,skirt,earring,nosering,payal,bindi,l,bra,panty to with salwar.I do all housework 24 hour in saree.My wifes sisiter n her friends tease me a lot.They aske me to dance like women,wash cloth,cookIam happy my wife changed my name as URMILA darling.
June 14th, 2010 at 7:38 am
i also like to wear saree and bra whenever i am alone in home, although i am unmarried. i enjoy it lots
June 19th, 2010 at 7:06 am
Hi im also likew to ware girls dress like saree and all other things while im in home
June 19th, 2010 at 7:38 am
Hi,
There is absolutely normal, if you want see your Hubby in saree. I am married to a MBA girl, she is working in a multinational company with 50K salary p.m. I am working with a local company as engineer & had salary of 10K. My wife being highly qualified with three job changing to reached to 50K. One day she asked me to resign the job, so I can keep relocate my self with her at mumbai, where she has been offered 80K.
One day she called her two sisters at home. After coming home, i took bath & went to bedroom to change, I found My cupboard is locked. And a red saree, blouse, bra panty, chaniya was placed there on bed, I started shouting for my cloth, on which all three came in and held me tight with rope & then foced me to wear girls cloth & taken my snaps. Then I had no choice but the obey them. They made my make up and see my self in mirror. I totally looked like girl. Then on every day after coming home, I was asked to change to girls cloth, even adressed as girly name, and do house hold chores. After a month of such humiliation. I lost all protest, & forced to resign and stay home as fully house wife. Now I am enjoying my self with all girly clothes, I behave as wife and we happily live at mumbai. When some guest coming then only I wear men’s cloth, which i dont like any more….I am a good girl of my Husband….
June 19th, 2010 at 9:40 pm
hi
June 22nd, 2010 at 3:27 am
wearing Saree is beautiful experience for me. i whore it while doing a skit in my college days i was playing women character, later i became fan of Saree of course it my lovely fantasy i wear it whenever iam at alone in the house and learnt to wrap it from YouTube i enjoy the time being alone with Saree taking some snaps & seeing it not that iam a gay i see it as only a costume, hope so in future my wife understands and cooperate………..
June 22nd, 2010 at 5:13 am
u all r basterd ppl…go n change sex of ur husband…bloody idiots
June 30th, 2010 at 5:14 am
when asked my wife to me for wear her sarees and other dreass ?
I like girls cloth
July 2nd, 2010 at 5:50 am
my name is oorvasi accutualy its not my name my wife named it like that.One day after i reahced home i saw in my house so much flowers and weeding hall in the hall.Then I saw my wife wearing white shirt and wearing my dhoti,the guest around 30 people all women tease me.I told why and what is going on then my wife told me that my wife earning more than me what for being man wear mangalsutra and wear saree be a housewife in the house dont call me my name call me ”ennagga” the respect of husband but i didnt not agree.then i said if there people is supporting her then i see 30people on her .she slap me, she told me i will take u as im breadwinner or divorce then she told me sofly ” this time ur name oorvasi , u re now woman in the house go up stairs all the gils waiting for u” she said.I went up in the room ,tookbath,weat petticoat, pentist , saree makeup and jewellry.i came down with supports of 11 women .I sit at left and she’s on the right .then she tied up mangalsutra in my neck.then i call my wife ”ennagga”,and she said she take me well like queen.
July 3rd, 2010 at 4:05 am
hi dear ravindra u r so lucky that ur wife supoort u for being a women
July 3rd, 2010 at 4:29 am
hi all i am married 24m from lucknow. i like cross dressing in Saree from child hood
i had married from last 3 years. after marriage i like my wife cloths and i thinking about that how i wear these cloths when i am alone in my home then i try to wear her bra, panty, blouse and Saree. when i fully changed our self then i take makeup like a bridle women i use her mascara eye liner lipstick and all those thing which she use on dressing time. long time i hide my feelings of cross dressing to my wife but one night i make many excuses to wear my night cloths then she says sleep without upper cloths then i say that i am not feeling comfortable without upper then she say what u want i say give me ur black silky nighty she say what u do for it i say i will use this like chaadar she says why u not wear it i am glad to listen this word ant i say may i wear it she said freely sure on that full night i wear her nighty.
after some day i tell her that how u wear the Saree she said that is easy i said will u teach me how to wear it she ready to teach me on that night i wear her pink bra peticoat and Saree. but one thing is remaining on my make up i have no wig si any body tell me where i got the long hair wig in lucknow.kindly response me on my mail id crossdressinsaree@gmail.com any female crossdresser in lucknow who full fill my desire of crossdressing and get me out on public place
July 5th, 2010 at 9:46 am
both wear sarees in house and see that u r husband is in saree in every night
July 7th, 2010 at 12:05 pm
Hi my female name is anita. Since childhood i have this habit of crossdressing secretly. I think since age of 6 to 7 years. At that time i was secretly wearing my sisters clothes. Now i wear my bhabhi’s bra saree bindi, bangles, payal, lipstic, necklace, sindoor, nailpolish, hair pin everything. I wish to have long hair like girls and my nose and ear pierced. I cant control my self wearing her saree and all this when alone at home. Saree is my favourate gown. I wish i have wife like you. Your husband is lucky to have wife like you.
July 10th, 2010 at 2:00 pm
Hi i need some info from wives of Saree wearing husbands. how do u wives manage it from outside people. do they have feminine behavior when they are out.
i read some blogs where husbands grow their hair till their shoulders, wear bangles, flowers etc and live like women, how does this possible with well-known neighbors, friends & relatives…
qns i am sounds silly… can anybody comment on this.
July 15th, 2010 at 10:19 pm
your husband is so lucky
July 15th, 2010 at 10:23 pm
i’m also doing like that.
plz sent all the photos
July 19th, 2010 at 3:59 am
Hi this is krishna im wearing sarees when im alone at home this is a nice experience i can’t tell any thing about this and thanks for sharing your nice experience
July 21st, 2010 at 2:07 am
Hi i am anita. Saree is my favourate gown. But i like female only. You can chat with me on yahoo cutecds is my id
July 21st, 2010 at 3:59 am
Hi my name is vijay im also cross dresser like u while in home i wear my sister dresses but i dont know how to wear saree plz tell me how to ware saree my mail id is vkjalaja@gmail.com
July 23rd, 2010 at 11:29 am
Hi!
you are so lucky that your husband can wear your sarees. how you can convince him but this is a true story or a fake story. give me this answer.
July 28th, 2010 at 1:40 am
hei! i already wear saree.my wife forced to wear saree.i agreed.i do it .this thing only know me and my wife only.recently one day iam going to do my online share business in my house.at that time i am in saree.one day somebody calling my door.iforget i am in saree.i open the door.i get shock my wife’s sister is there.she laughed me,to see me in saree.i said to her .please don’tsaid anywhere.she take me some photos by her cellphone.than now she blackmailing me.so now i lived a wife of her also.after my wife went yo job,i wear saree. she also treat me as her wife.sometimes she slapped me.beat me.now i changed my mood i as a house wife.
July 28th, 2010 at 5:48 am
We have a huge collection of Sarees, Salwars and Lehenga Cholis
July 28th, 2010 at 6:18 am
I am a married male to female crossdresser who wears only ladies at bed time. my wife is very strict about this. in my first night after marrige she slapped me without any reason. she is larger and stronger than me. she asked me to listen her. she told that she always behave like a boy. her mother has also strictly control her father. i will also be controlled by her. she also tells that she will be my husband and i have to be her wife. i was trying to tell something and again i was slapped and warned that wife has to keep mum and only untight her lips while permitted. She then asked me to strip off my male cloth and wear saree. I was asking where is saree. she smiled and opened the sitcase. offered saree,saya(petticoat), blouse, brassier. it was surprising that my blouse and bra perfectly fit my measurement. she told that she rightly guessed my size. she also told that every night i have to wear saree as per her choice with full make up and ornament. i have been complying her order. i asked her what will happen if our children born. she told then also you will remain same. let children know you are their mother and i am father. but she does not want to disclose this to any one beyond me she now and afterwards children only. she never ask me to wear saree before bed time. once at sunday i wanted to wear saree in the morning but she told that guests may come. so no venture. i did not dare to ask her again though now am quite comfortable with female attire and wish only to wear these. my wife has assured that gradually she would allow me to remain always in saree even in public. i do not know how. but i have full faith on my husband. if he asks me to go out in saree i will follow her order. because i am realy a wife now and thinks it is the duty of a wife to carry out the order of husband. i was beaten in the first night of marriage and never i was beaten by my husband though it has been around two years we are married. i was astonished why we are not having any children though we are not using any contraceptives during intercourse. i play the passive role during intercourse. my husband knows different system of intercourse. he is realy a male. i am proud of him. he has also appreciated me as best wife of the world. he never thought that so easily he will able to be husband making me his submissive wife. both of us are in service and i earn around double of my husband. but i never think in this way. while i approach my husband in the male mood also, i always stand in front of him lowering my head. then he asks if i have something to tell. i submit my prayer. maximum times my prayer is granted. once my sakha( conch bangle, symbool of married woman) weas broken during intercourse. i mustered courage and approached him to purchase new set. i was so happy to note that he ordered me to go for shopping with him. on that day he gifted me three sarees, three sayas, three blouses, three brassier, three panties, one nighty, one salwar set, one set ghagra choli, even one set skirt blouse. apart from above glass bangle, sakha, pola, chappal, new wig, lipstick, anklet, alta, powder, kajal, ear and nose ring(false as i did not pierce), neckles, mangalsutra, nail polish, safety pin, needle and thread to stitch blouse etc and renamed me sutapa from my male name. coming to home he asked me to take bath and come before him like a newly married bride. while i appeared before him, he made me wear veil by the anchal of my saree. i touched his feet. he took me to his chest and told sutapa unnecessarily i had beaten in the first night. you are so nice lady. i told no husband had you not beaten perhaps i would not have been good. you have full authority to beat me. again he took me in his chest and slapped me gently telling you are my beloved dear. it makes me tear. he was so happy. he told you are realy woman otherwise you would not have wept. i again touched his feet and appealed to keep me always in his precious feet as his maid only. i think my husband do not want kid to have me totaly. i will also want it. after all i am his wife. if i am not mother it does not matter to me. he is my god.
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July 30th, 2010 at 5:18 pm
hi guys
i have different problem with my girlfriend . i dont object crossdresser,i m straight natured male of age 25yr.once a time i showed my childhood photos to my girlfriend in which iwas dressed in saree, just for fun.From that time she is teasing to dress in saree, but i always replied that it is not possible for for me,as i m not interested in that.We r going to marry soon but still she want that after the marriage i should wear sarees. i m muscular man, my arms very larger even than equaly built person as compared to me, though i havent joint the gim,but because of daily routine exercise at home.How it is possible to me to wear saree……instead of that i like females/girls wearing sarees ,i gifted her sarees but she do not like to wear sarees.she always used to wear jeans and tshirt but i dont object , But i want to see her beautiful n prettty personality in sarees …..But she is forcing to wear sarees after the marriage also….Now i m too frustrated that to breake relation with her,what should i do,
July 30th, 2010 at 5:35 pm
yes jitesh i will help u send ur mail id
July 31st, 2010 at 11:11 am
hi, all i am raksha this is my cd name. i want to live like a women and i like to wear saree. from some days i have not doing cding. but last night i forced my wife to allow me for cd she agree without any pressure i ask her that is u have any problem with that she said nothing i ask do u like it she say ya i like it. When my all house member geting sleep then i start cross dressing i wear her white foam bra and black foam bra to for creating fake boobs then i wear black petticoat after that i wear black deep neck blouse which is design from back side at last i wear doted black silk saree which i like soooo much. i wear it properly as like a women with in 10 minutes. I show her that i wear her saree she said you are wearing saree perfectly i am glad to listen this i pinned saree from pallu and plates. Yesterday i feel very good and i sleep whole with saree. on today i will be try to wear her new saree with new blouse.
Any cd from lucknow please tell me where i get long hair wig if any sister can help me for that kindly upadte me on my mail id crossdressinsaree@gmail.com
August 1st, 2010 at 2:45 am
I love to dress my husband in my female clothes especially saree. It was my birthday when i first asked him to wear a saree for me. He objected but to keep my day he agreed to wear my saree. I put make up on him and attached a long hair Choti to his head which i had received in my make kit of my marriage. I could not stop my laughter and he looked so funny. Since, then it is normal for us to do such things on weekends. One day, i decided that i must show him( dressed in saree) to some1 as it will be more fun. I recalled all the people whom i can show him, but i realised that my sisters will not be able to keep the secret if i show my husband to them. SO i decided that i will show my husband to my best Friend, Shivani on webcam who lived 500 kms from my place. since, my friend lived too far and had no connections with my sisters and relatives. she was suitable because she will now tell anyone about that except that she could try the same thing on her husband.
One the decided day i started video chat with my friend and told her that i have a surprise for her. I blindfolded my husband and took him infront of my webcam while he was wearing my clothes. I made him sit in chair and asked him to his eyes closed. My friend burst into laughter to see him dressed in my saree and congratulate me for the idea. When my husband opened his eyes, he was shocked to face her on the webcam and run away. I told him that he must face her again to request her to keep the secret to herself. He finally agreed and my friend had a really good time. She promised to keep the incidence a secret and decided that she will also do that same to her husband and and show us too.
August 3rd, 2010 at 3:30 am
Hai iam wanted good wife who will makeup as female
August 3rd, 2010 at 10:55 am
Hai,iam a man 20years iam wanted like u as wife and i wear sarees,bra,blouse,chudi,gown,nighites but iam not a crossdresser only for fun.help of my wife i wear these and makeup.i can live as wife also girls who like me message me karthistarget@yahoo.com
August 6th, 2010 at 8:30 am
Hi im searching for similar kind of husband plz contact me if any one wants to marry me. anjalidamor@yahoo.com
August 6th, 2010 at 12:42 pm
Hi i am m to f crossdresser. I so much like to wear sari that if society allows I would wear saree everyday day. When i wear sari i also wear undergarment bra and i wish to have long hair like girls and want to have my nose and ear pierced to feel those feminine feeling. When i was a child i was praying to god that do a magic and for sometime i should be in girls cloth when i wake up in midnight. I sometime go out wearing bra under my male clothes. Now while writing this i am wearing my moms blouse under my male clothes. I never missed a chance to wear sari jwellary and make up. The difficult thing when wearing all these is bangles it do not comeout easily from hand. I know how to wear sari. I stick red medium bindi on my forhead, wear bangles, payals, apply lipstic, do nail polish also. use pin in my hair. Use diamond stud for my nose and ear and then i see myself in mirror. After that i do all house work washing utensils, clothes etc. In female clothes.
August 6th, 2010 at 12:50 pm
I am anita who loves sari. The link for anita is not working due to wrong blog address. This is a link
August 6th, 2010 at 12:53 pm
I am cd and my favourage gown is sari. Here is link
August 9th, 2010 at 11:42 pm
Me and my husband working in different states, once suddenly i went his home i found a lady wich was sleeped on bed, i cried an when i awaked her with sheet out i found actually she was my husband i told what is this then he told me that i daily wear bra panty peticot blouse saree payal bindi hair weeg, i saw whole coubourd ful of female clothes, he show me photographs of her female clothes, now what should i do , after long thought i decided allow him to do this next day i prepared him in fourite blue saree and he enjoyed lot now we both are living like lesbian girlfriend and i kept her name as nisha.
August 10th, 2010 at 3:27 am
Hi this is ravi i like to wear sarees when im alone at home im doing this i want to marry like anjali
August 10th, 2010 at 5:59 am
Saree is the most beautiful dress in the world ,but very few women are feminine enough as well as dont wear the properly.
August 10th, 2010 at 7:55 am
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August 10th, 2010 at 7:56 am
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August 11th, 2010 at 8:06 am
hi i am married 33, i like cross dressing in Saree from child hood. after marriage i wear my wife cloths, when i am alone in my home then i wear my wife’s bra saree bindi, green bangles (Symbol of marriage), payal, lipstic, necklace, sindoor, mangalsutra, nailpolish, hair pin everything of my wife,and long hair wig. when i fully changed i take makeup like my women then I start to do pooja, and cooking & cleaning even I sleep in saree. i hide my feelings of cross dressing to my wife. Now i wear my wife’s bra saree bindi, bangles, payal, lipstic, necklace, sindoor,mangalsutra, nailpolish, hair pin everything of my wife. I wish to have long hair like girls. I cant control my self wearing her saree and all this when alone at home.
August 16th, 2010 at 7:21 am
I am so happy to hear that wife tells her husband to wear wonan’s cloth. I am so unhappy because my wife irritate on me while I was in her dress. How should I convince my wife about wearing hercloth myself. Please advise me. I am so happy to receive valuable advise at your end.
August 17th, 2010 at 2:02 am
Hi i’m sindhu from lucknow.i luv ur stories very much and i want 2 share my xperiencs with u.when i was a small girl i used 2 dress my brother in my dresses and liked it so much.after marriage i asked my husband sravan 2 wear my saree several times but he refused.but on my birthday i asked him to dress up and he had no other choice.i have bought all necesary stuff several days b4.i gave him a bra,a panty and he came out of bathroom wearing them.i placed 2 very soft balls in his bra cups 2 make it luk like breasts.then i gave him a silk blouse and pettycoat and he wore it.then i draped him in my favourite green silk saree and put a long hair natural wig on his head.i did very little make up by applying some face cream and lipstick.i have a lot of jewellery and i made him wear anklets,golden and glass bangles 2 dozen to both hands,earrings, necklace,long chain and put a big golden girdle around his waist and finally a bindi on his forehead.i tied his hair in a feminine fashion and put 2 feet of jasmine in it.when i looked at him that was not my husband but a beautiful bride sitting before me.he looked so beautiful that i felt jealous of him for being so beautiful and i wanted to call him sravani.even he didn’t think earlier that he was going 2 b that beautiful in a woman’s dress and he seemed to like it.now he wears my sarees whenever i ask him to wear.everytime i dress him up fully as a girl and sravani and sindhu will b sisters 4 d rest of d day.i luv my sister sravani more than ever now.once we went out as girls in our car faraway from the city,had our dinner near a dhaba garden where there are dim lights and my sravani enjoyed a lot for coming out fully dressed.we even went to a movie that night after the show had started and came out even before it ended.our married life is very spicy now and we both are enjoying alot now
August 17th, 2010 at 2:17 am
Hi Sindhu your husband is so lucky
August 20th, 2010 at 5:11 am
Hi my name is ameer im living in bombay . I got marriage last year my wife is very cute naughty women . We both are doing jobs.She likes do new things which makes life happy , one day she said to me dear for change u act as a women while holiday time , im not agreed for that , on this issue we fight some times and she will not talk with me for a week then i said ok on one condition when we go out staion only , after 3 months we went holiday trip ooty then she ask to act lady. she helped to me ware dress I can wear her undergarments, bra, petticoat, after that she can tie a Saree. And also she can wear to me, her bindi, gold jwellery, payal, hear rings, bengells, watch. And also mack-up with lipstick, nelpolish and other mack-up And wear a hair weak in my head. I am looking in myself in mirror. I look like cute woman. she feel jelouse on me on that day she feel very happy . After that day for many occation she can makeup me as a girl in Saree & other dresses.
After that day I can wear Saree, scuit, salwar, and other dresses for my lovely wife and went shopping and watching movies for many times but no one can identify me as a men she changed my name as ammen when we go out side
August 20th, 2010 at 5:19 am
for every saturday and sunday i ware women dresses , for every festival my wife made me as a women i ware her saree , and all other jewellaries and do puja for god . We both exchange cloths , some times she ware my shirts and pants and every week end i ware her sarees . Im enjoying a lot with my lovely wife
August 20th, 2010 at 12:00 pm
It feel good to hear that wife helps husband to wear saree. Your husbands are lucky. I from few days wearing bra everyday but i now cant get chance to wear saree.
August 21st, 2010 at 7:24 am
I like to be in female clothes forever especially saree. If society accept i want to live as woman.
August 26th, 2010 at 4:33 am
hi i m jeet, my wife says me to help her in house work.i always refused.afterall i m male.thanks she not think like anjali and she have no female friend who advice her to wear me girl dress and do housework.thanks god.i not like to feel feminine.
August 29th, 2010 at 2:24 am
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August 31st, 2010 at 3:31 pm
my wife wanted me to dress in her underwear for intimacy and I agreed for fun but then she wanted me to do it more so I did for her. Then my job ended and she asked that i be the wife while she goes out and work. I was so embarrassed but it was all I could do so I did it and she wanted me to dress while I stayed home and cleaned. At first I thought she was joking but she was not and she bought me a maids dress to wear but it did not fit so she took me to the mall to try one on.
At first I refused to go but she would take no for an answer so off we went and it was a bit humiliating but we found one that fit and we bought it. Then she took me for my ears to be pierced which I wasn’t sure of but it was quick and now I have pierced ears. This was no joke this was my life and this is what she wanted and I love her so it is what is.
Now I do not dress as a man unless we go to visit our family as they would not understand, but at home I am the happy wife. I have had cooking and sewing lessons and my wife is successful at her work so we live good. We do not go out a lot but when we do I am my wife’s friend.
It is a good life and I am well suited. Not all men can change like me so don’t make them. I am better suited this way.
September 2nd, 2010 at 4:53 am
Hai iam married male but wearin saree and chudidhar.i was working in a company as supervisor but my wife working in a national company manager she earning more than me .she has lot of work.while she doing household work she ask me to help in cooking but i refused then she got angry. after oneday she ask me to wear her saree but i refused.while during sex she tried to wear her saree for me but i slapped her 6times.then she planned and called her 4 girlfriends they in my house while iam coming from office they laughed at me.then i taked with them and go to bath while they took my male cloths and i shouted for my cloths. They said come in towel.i come in towel and asked my wife to get my clothes. They four friends and my wife came to me slapped four times and ask to wear saree and live as her wife doing house hold works.i not agreed but she removed my towel her tighed my hands back and wear her bra with red colour fancy saree and she makeuped me as her makeup materials with bangles,lipstick and finally put a long hairwig and tied it. Then myself i looked in mirror i was a beautiful girl.then they laughed at me i feel shy on that day onwards iam wearing my wifes clothes daily she buys me sarees and chudi in occusaionly.she treat me as her wife and called me as sowmiya.
September 3rd, 2010 at 11:51 pm
hi, i m jeet, i want to say to sowmiya and maggied wife,why u like to force ur hubby to live like ur wife? u want help of ur hubby in housework is o.k.but u force to wear him saree,makeup and to be ur wife is not right.i not understand what happens to wife’s this days?why they feminizing their hubbies?i hate to be girl.
September 7th, 2010 at 7:26 am
hi!i am nandhini.i am a fulltime wife to my wife.plase visit my blogspot.i wrote more crossdressing tamil stories.http://www.niluxnandhini.blogspot.com
September 15th, 2010 at 3:54 am
Hallo! again Nandhini is speaking.i am a cross-dressor now.i was my wife’s wife.before i connect with my male cousin.mostly we lived husband &wife.i am always a wife.i wear my wife’s saree,bra,blouse,petticoat,ladies watch,neclace,i put kazal,lipstic,bangles.in my wiq i put 3 feet jasmines.i am in saree i serve tiffen to my husband(cousin).but one day my younger brother’s wife doubted.she asked him.he said to all my cross dressed acts.oneday we are in alone,my bother’s wife and her lady friend cought me,i am in saree.my brother wife slapped me 2 times.then she took me photo in her mobile.i’m shocked.i fell down to her feet,please,don’t say this.but she refused.yei!you look beautiful in saree.now you are my slave,so you again kneeldown to touch my feet,and now itself you call me madem,then said your request.i caught by my cross-dressed habits.my cousin identified me to her.i kneel down and touch her feet,she is 10 years elder than me.she is high-school study only.but i am a highly educated.but now what?she is a stronger lady i know.after touch her feet,i said ,madem! i am sorry!leave me.i close my hand and worshipped her.she smiled.o.k di.i want to keep you as my wife.i was your husband.whenever your wife went outside(my wife is a teacher)i come to your house as a husband.you are my beloved wife.i call you HEMA!if you not,i will show your photo,and youd cd act.i wept.then i agreed to her order.now i was her wife also.already my wife treat me as her wife.but now she is also .i lived double role.
September 16th, 2010 at 9:16 am
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September 16th, 2010 at 9:18 am
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September 17th, 2010 at 1:13 am
i am now wear a Saree, and live as a housewife, I want to meet that men who can wear a Saree.?
I am 29 year old marriade man. I am marriade since last 5 months. My wife is Manager. She had 30,000 salary pm. her sister is working in big company, she also had big amount of salary.she live in our home. i also employed doing charted accounts getting income of 3 lakhs per month. my office in home only.
. I am happy with that
One night when we are sleeping that time my wife told me, Tuesday my friends are coming in our house, so I can clear that you can be trieted as my wife, because I told them I am fully control husband in my hand. He is live as my wife & I am husband. You can understand.
I can rememberred and keep silence.
After that one she can force me and told, Tuesday you can wear a Saree.
She went in her cupboard and give a red designing Saree to me.
I told, I will not wear this Saree.she dissapointed and told that we play a game of cards in that who wins the loser should obey winners words.we played but i loss the game she felt happy and told, I can help you wear Saree, good night.
In a Tuesday, arly morning she took me into a beauty parlour and straighted my eyebrows and peirced holes on my ears and on a nose.we both went to our room . she told me to wear Saree. she told to bath and gave a turmeric paste and told to remove mustache and hairs on stomach and legs.she gave me her under garments . I wear her undergarments, bra, petticoat, after that she tied a Saree. And also she wore to me, her bindi, gold jwellery, payal, hear rings, bengells, watch,nose ring. And also mack-up with lipstick, nelpolish and other mack-up assets as well she tied her mangalsutra to me. And wear a hair wig in my head. I am looking in myself in mirror. I look like cute woman.
I told my self, man in Saree.
She told me, you are looking so beutifull. I am shy.
At 12 pm her 6 friend are coming in our home. They are site in hall.
Her friend are told her, where is your husband, we are specially come for looking him.
Sonam my wife told him just wait. And he is not my husband, he is my wife & I am his husband. And she called me as a Sweety, Sweety come, with a 6 glass water.
I am ready and came with water in front of her friends. That time I am in red designing Saree with other mack-up & jwellery. They are looking to me and wondered in myself.
They told me, you are such a beutifull wife. You are looking so sweet in Saree. They can enjoying the moment,
They told me, come here and site with us.
I sat with them.
Sonam friends are told their name to me, Sanchi, Rakhi, Sonali, Priya, Vaishnavi & Karishma. I can glad with meet them.
They can told me, how can you comferred with Saree. How many time you can wear a Saree.
I told them, First time I can wear Saree & I am so comferred with Saree & other dress,
They are laughing to me. And congrates to my wife & me our unbelivable life.
After that day they are my good friend, and many occation they can meet & gifted me a Saree & other dresses.they all treated me as a theris girl friend.
i never like to wear a saree and female clothes.
After that day one night my wife has a phone call that her mother and sister are coming to my home to take a trip of summer holidays she did not told me.once again she brought the cards and told to play i loss the game and she planned to make me her wife in front of her mother and sister.next day morning at 5.o clock the door bell rang my wife’s mother and sister has came
she told to them her plan and all agreed they both went to other room and stayed.she wake up me I wear her undergarments, bra, petticoat, after that she tied a Saree. And also she wore to me, her bindi, gold jwellery, payal, hear rings, bengells, watch,nose ring. And also mack-up with lipstick, nelpolish and other mack-up assets as well she tied her mangalsutra to me. And wear a hair wig in my head. I am looking in myself in mirror. I look like cute woman and the she told me that today i am his wife and should do all house hold works as my wife did earlier days.she called me to other room were her mother and sister stood .i went their they saw me in saree and i was shocked and stood shame on before them .
they came near to me and told to take bless i done they gave bless like that i should stay as a female the whole life span of me and serve to my wife as a wife.
from that day
in home and out. i wear her clothes i go to their friends home and parties as a female lady. In a sleeping time I wear maxi. one day my wife and her mother went outside for shopping items to me. in home only i am and my sister is their at sudden she bought mangalsutra and tied on me and told that she is my huband . i did not agree with them and i slapped her .she went outside while crying then she want to take revenge on me. in my family no body knows it expect we three she told to all my family and my mother and father also.
My mother-in-law also can treated me as her Bahu. I can always do household work. Now I am as a wife, & she is like as my husband. I wear a mangalsutra. And take a carvachot upwas for my husband(wife). I am now a complete house wife and i go to family functions as a female only and do all the female activites what others do . i wore all female dress and serve my guests as a female only now i do washing cleaning brooming etc
September 17th, 2010 at 1:58 am
I have wanted to be a bride ever since I saw the Royal Wedding Prince of Wales and Lady Diana Spencer in 1981, when I was 18. I fell in love with Princess Diana’s gown! Even though I was pretty much a typical boy, I always used to daydream about being a bride or a princess - especially wearing a pretty bridal gown or being fussed over. I wanted to know what it felt like to wear a really gorgeous Bridal gown, with full-length petticoats and layers and layers of satin. My bridal dreams probably grew out of those young “girl” desires.
I wanted to be Bahu (Daughter-in-law) of a big orthodox Khandan(Royal Family). I wanted to serve my husband and then In-laws wearing Sarees . It was exciting to imagine someone controlling me that way, taking away the responsibility for what was happening, forcing me to become a woman, a wife and a Bhabhi(Brother’s wife, Sister-in-law), something I might really enjoy anyway. At the same time, it was a scary concept, giving up control of your life to another person.
When I first reached puberty seeing Rajstani women wearing Sarees always turned me on. I always wanted to be a Bahu of a Rajstani family because I wanted to wear Sarees & Ghagra-cholis a deep satisfaction. I always dreamed of female dominance and submission involving public humiliation and cross-dressing. My biggest regret was to realize what fun I could have if I become a Bahu of a huge Rajstani family.
The sources of my arousal and satisfaction were far ranging: from avidly reading Saree, Ghagra-cholis and Bridal Gowns advertisements in newspapers, magazines and internet, through careful but discrete observation of Gujrati & Rajstani women in temples and bazars, also discrete, in social situations of Rajstani for the proper respect towards men.
As I grew up, watching with concealed envy as rustling petticoat layers presented themselves before me under Sarees of every woman especially Rajstani women from neighborhood. I remember hearing them in temples about the intricacies of Sarees Petticoats, Ghagra-cholis
I had gotten the job at the store for the summer. I was an Engineering college student who needed extra cash and with the recession going on. I had little choice as to what job I could get. I was hired as a computer operator “RITU’s BRIDALS” in Bandra, Mumbai. I had worked through the summer with the embarrassment subsiding after the first week.
Wedding gowns, Brides-Maid’s gowns, Bridal Sarees, Ghagra-cholis and more, I had never been exposed to this before but at least most of my work was done behind the closed doors, in the back room. I worked as a data entry operator, the trucks when they came in, boxed the articles for shipping, and after the store closed I would maintain the computers and do other chores. I worked the late shift, 5 pm until midnight. This gave me two hours each night after the store was closed to clean up. By the end of the summer, Ritu had enough confidence in me to let me stay the final hour alone and lock the store up.
I guess, before I go on with my tale, I should tell you that I have been into dressing in women’s clothes since Jr. High. I slipped on a petticoat when I was in the 7th grade and have been hooked since. Obviously living at home I don’t have much of an occasion to wear Sarees & petticoats but when I do I thoroughly enjoy it. Now in spite of my proclivity for women’s clothes I was good and did not take or try anything on in the store for fear of getting caught. Tonight that would all change.
Ritu came to me about 7:00 and asked if I could stay late tonight. There was a shipment coming in around midnight that needed to be unloaded and stored in the back room. This was my last weekend and unfortunately I had nothing to do this Saturday night. I agreed to do it.
The entire night my thoughts turned to trying on one of the bridal gown. How could I let a golden opportunity slip away like this??? The night dragged on but Ritu let me go home for dinner at 8:00. I barely had enough time to shave myself from arms to toes. A few little nicks would have to do, as I was running out of time. I packed a few things and headed back for the store.
It was a slow day so Ritu was out of the store within a half hour after closing. I finished my chores and the truck showed up earlier than expected. I unloaded the truck and it left on its way. It was now only reaching midnight and I would have time to play. Ritu knew I was staying late so there would be no problem with the alarm company.
I went to the racks and found the gown that I had loved since I first saw it. It was a huge & long flowing bridal gown that would spread around me like a cloud. I grabbed the necessary petticoats, two of them huge and made of thick cotton with lot of frill.
I went to the back room and tore off my clothes. Slowly and deliberately the transformation took place. The petticoats came first. Finally I was ready for the gown. I stepped into it and pulled the shoulders up. I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper up to the neck.
Next came the big wig of long hair having length more than 6′. I donned the wig I had bought. The length was just below my ass and it caressed my back as I moved my head. I put elastic to hold it on my head. Next I wore the earrings and necklace. It would be another four hours before I had to vacate the store so I was able to indulge myself in the little things. Next came the veil. Within fifteen minutes the whole transformation was complete.
I walked onto the floor and over to a full-length mirror. I could not believe my eyes. I was a gorgeous bride. The long flowing gown and full petticoats made it difficult to walk but that just added to my state of vulnerability. The storeroom was too small for me to experience the walking in gown. I wanted to walk a lot. I was eager to walk around the store; I was standing there just admiring the feel of the gown and petticoats. I was in heaven.
The mall officially closed at 10:00 pm but many employees stayed until as late as 11:00 to finish their nightly tasks. I was always the last one to leave. I was not satisfied anymore with just wear the bridal gown I wanted to walk around the store. I looked to the front door of the store to where it led into the enclosed mall. My palms got sweaty and my heart started to race.
My mind questioned: What if I got caught?
My mind quickly answered: But there was never anyone around when I left and the mall didn’t have a night security force.
How much longer did I have? It was only 12.00 and I had over three hours to walk around and get back to change.
What if I damaged the gown?
I could store it in a box in the back and Ritu would not find out for weeks. I’m scared! You will never have another opportunity like this again. My mind screamed back at me.
I looked out of the store. The mall was relatively dark, only a few night-lights on which was enough to allow me to walk around. I unlocked the door and slowly opened it. I cautiously looked out and verified that there was not a sound in the mall. I picked up the gown and walked from the safe confines of the store. The door closed behind me and I let out a big breath. I waited to see if I could hear anything. After two minutes there again was not another sound. I started to relax.
I walked towards the main entrance. From there I could go down either of the other two branches of the mall or walk up the stairs to the upper level. As I walked I could hear the noise my petticoats were making. Every so often I would stop and listen. Never did I hear a thing. I felt so wonderful! I imagined myself on my wedding day, so beautiful! And all the eyes on me. At almost every mirror I could see my reflection. Sometimes I would even stop to admire myself. I reached lower floor and had to make a decision. I thought for a moment and decided to go to the upper level where the walkway overlooked the main level. Again I picked up the gown and started to walk up the stairs. It was very difficult walking.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This night would bring memories for the rest of my life. I could picture the wedding guests looking up at me saying how pretty bride I was. I got to the bottom of the stairs and made my way back to the store. Everything looked as I had left it. I paused at the door did I remember to put the lock safety on? My hand delicately grasped the handle and I pulled…. It opened.
I walked inside and started to walk towards the back room when I heard a woman’s voice… Ritu’s voice. She started to sing…
“Here comes the bride, here comes the bride”
I stopped, as did my heart. I looked to the sidewall and saw Ritu emerge from the office.
“My! My! Don’t you look pretty?” Ritu walked toward me from the office. She was wearing a nice yellow T-shirt, jacket and Jeans with black leather shoes.
I just stood there. I couldn’t move. My own shoulders sagged, my own head drooped, my own eyes filled near to overflowing with shame and confusion. My mind raced to think of something to tell her but I couldn’t. She came up to me and looked close at my long hair and how the gown fit. I could feel the sweat start on my hands.
“An admirable job for a male. This is obviously not the first time that you have done this is it?”, she looked in the eyes.
Ritu whispered: “You will make a beautiful girl, you will be a real princess.”
I stammered for a moment, “No. Well Yes, I mean this is the first time I have taken any of your things to try them on but I have dressed before at home.” There it was out. I finally admitted it to someone.
She said more firmly. “One day you will walk down the aisle in a full wedding gown and say ‘I do’. After that happens, you and your groom will go off on your honeymoon to start your new life as a married woman.”
“I’m not going to hold any judgments against you but I think that you have betrayed my trust. I am not a harsh person and would like to give you the opportunity to make it up to Me.”, she looked serious.
“Well, what do you have in mind?”
“I am in need of a model for this weekend’s show there at ‘Mumbai Church’. I think that you look great in that gown and I need you to model it and some others.” she paused waiting to see my reaction.
“But, I would feel… it’s just… No, I can’t.” I finally managed to say something intelligent.
“Ok. I am sorry that you feel that way. I do have the store surveillance videotape and I’ll just have to bring it to your friends and explain why I had to fire you on your last night.” I could see a glint in her eye.
“No, wait you can’t do that. I mean it wouldn’t be fair.”, I pleaded with her.
“It’s your decision”, she seemed to lose the glint.
I thought about it for a moment. It would be great to be able to wear bridal gowns like these in front of people. Would I pass? What if someone who knew me saw me?
“Ritu? Would I really pass as a girl?”
“Yes. But you would need a little help with your make up and walk. Tell you what. Come to my house Saturday night and you will sleep over. I’ll give you the treatment and teach you how to be a woman. The next morning you will come to the store, do the show and then I’ll destroy the tape for you.”, She started to get excited. I smiled at her and then looked at my clothes, “I should change before I go home.”
“Yes. Before you get totally dressed I will need to take measurements to assure that the items are fit properly.” she followed me to the backroom.
She helped me take the gown off and then she started measuring me. It didn’t take too long and I was on my way home. A thousand thoughts went through my mind. Most of them questions. Ritu assured me that everything would work out just fine.
The whole next day I couldn’t concentrate. I was thinking of Saturday night and what would happen to me. In the afternoon I went to the local bookstore and bought copies of ‘Modern Bride’, ‘Bride & wedding’, ‘Dulhan’ the clerk never gave me a second look and off I went to the nearby park.
I found a secluded area and laid out a blanket and started to read the magazine. There were so many beautiful gowns I once again drifted off to fantasyland. How would it have been if I had been a girl on my wedding day?
After a few moments I broke my thoughts and continued reading about makeup, gown styles, wedding arrangements and more. I was ready to be transformed! I learnt from the magazine ‘Dulhan’ that ‘It is always been advised to the Rajstani brides that once the Bride is aware that she has lost her freedom after the wedding she must obey her in-laws in every way. If for some reason she is unable to obey she must indicate to her in-laws the reason for her failure. If the reason is not acceptable to her in-law the Bahu may expect punishments like standing bent over for her failure to be obedient. The Bahu must at all times react eagerly to the commands of her in-laws in adventures. It is important that she be especially vigilant in displaying her submissiveness to her in-laws in order to their status as her MASTERS.Saturday passed slowly. I didn’t pack much since I wasn’t going to be wearing my usual clothes. I made it to Ritu’s house at 7:00 pm and she invited me in.
Her house was elegant, yet simple. Flowers around the room, comfortable furniture and pastel colors abound. She asked me if I wanted something to drink and I politely declined.
“Ok, we don’t have a lot of time before tomorrow. Go upstairs into the bathroom and draw a hot bath. Leave your clothes on the floor outside the door and I’ll take care of them. In the bath wash yourself with the soap and sponge I left for you. When you are done shave everything from your eyebrows down. I’ll check you out when you are done. If you don’t do it right the first time then I’ll shave for you!” she ushered me off to the upstairs.
I did what she said, stripping while running the bath. I dropped the clothes outside the door and got in the tub. The soap and sponge were right where she said they would be. I got started. The soap had a pretty scent to it and I enjoyed that. The shaving on the other hand took a lot longer. It wasn’t that I was very hairy but there was enough for it to take me an hour to shave. When I was done I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a pink towel around me. I called Ritu.
Ritu walked in and had me drop the towel. I was very self-conscious but Ritu was all professional. She touched up a few spots that I missed and handed the towel to me, “At the end of this hallway is a bedroom. There are clothes on the bed for you. Put all of them on and come downstairs makeover.”
I just smiled at her and made my way to the bedroom. On the bed were feminine clothes, not that I expected anything different. A full-size frilly red petticoat and a white colored cotton house gown that came down to floor but was little shorter in length than my petticoat so my petticoat was visible. I carefully placed these items on and went downstairs. My huge petticoat was restricting my steps my cock was pressing against the folds of my petticoat. My petticoat was making lot of noise while walking.
“My don’t you look pretty”, Ritu said invoking memories of being caught in the store, “Come on lets go to sleep”
I slept on the bed fiddling with my cock through my petticoat. I was becoming more and more nervous with the thoughts regarding tomorrow’s bridal sessions, As if the next night was supposed to be my wedding night –!
The morning arrived sooner than I would have liked. I was up half the night thinking about what today would bring. I was still reeling from going to bedroom dressed as a Bride… and PASSING! Ritu came into the room and shook me gently. “Come on sleepy-head. It’s 6:00 am and we have a dozen things to do before we go to the store”, she left only when she knew I was awake.
I staggered up and removed the nightgown and headed for the shower. As I lathered myself up, it felt strange until I remembered that I had shaved everything off last night.
After the shower I sprinkled powder on my body and went back to the bedroom. Ritu had been kind enough to lie out some clothes for me that I would need to wear to the store. I sat down and put on the cotton Salwar-kameez she had left. Next came the hair weaving, Ritu helped me to my long and thick hair in a big bun. I guess I was taking a bit longer than Ritu would have liked because she came in and finished my makeup for me. I was ready to go.
After a quick breakfast we left the house at 8:00 am and headed for the store. There was a lot to do before the noon fashion show. The gowns were arranged in the back room by model and the room was cleared so the models (and I) would have room to change. I shivered when I set up the one rack with my name on it, “keerthi.” It was a name that I had chosen in sheer .
The morning went quick and the models showed up around 10:30. We were all in the back Ritu’s friends Kareena, Karishma and Rageshwari were touching up each other’s hair and makeup. I was worried that I would be found out but Ritu had set it up
Ritu told my first gown was different than one I had on the night I got caught. It felt different thought as it had been taken in and it actually fit the way it was supposed to. I guess that the thought of modeling as bride in front of a crowd also added to the excitement. I could hardly wait.
I stood in the center of the room fully naked. With that the girls were in hysterics at my red-faced humiliation, they lifted a white petticoat up and tied it around my waist. It was huge; it was the fullest petticoat I’d ever seen. They tugged three more petticoats down over my head and teased out each layer. My legs now disappeared under the expanse of cotton material and lot of frills. All the four were thick, heavy made out of whitest cotton and having lot of frills. I was admiring cold caressing touch of them to my legs.
Before I was helped into the gown, I slipped my white sandals onto my feet. Ritu and Karishma then lifted the gown up and lowered down onto my body, making sure not to muss my hair or makeup. With the gown around my waist, Karishma held up the top and I slid my arms into the sleeves. The Bridal Gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for Ritu to go on my backside and button it up. Ritu then did the necessary buttoning of the back of the gown. It seemed like it took her forever. Ritu buttoned the back of the gown up, all 36 buttons. We all held our breath until Ritu finished, hoping that the gown would fit and not be too tight. With the last button in place, we all started smiling. The gown fit beautifully. Maybe, she was a little nervous in helping her new bridal model get ready for her wedding show.
I remembered the lines from magazine ‘The Bride’; a woman’s wedding day is a very special day in her life. In addition to being joined with her husband and of the burden and commitment that goes with that, she also get to dress in the most beautiful, the most feminine of outfits; The Bridal Gown.
Finally, the task was finished. Actually, I had to add the sheer infill at the neck. The sleeves were so heavy that they tended to slide off my shoulders. The whole gown was heavy, in fact - the satin was a luxurious weave, and all the beaded trim adds up. Then, there was the added weight of the crinoline hoops and cotton petticoats that support the gowns. But oh! The incredible feeling of being enveloped in this magnificent finery is simply indescribable! And on account of the tiny buttons up the back, I need assistance to get out of it - how I do love to be made to remain dressed, waiting patiently to be released! I was now totally locked in to my own clothes. Now it was not possible for me to run away. I was now a ‘Don’t runaway bride’. I enjoyed the sensation being bride; I felt the weight of the gown on my shoulders & waist. It was definitely heavy, but softly femininely uncomfortable. My cock was almost 8″ inches long and pressing hard on the petticoats.
“Heavy, isn’t it?” Ritu nodded at me.
“All wedding gowns have to be heavy to remind the bride when she’s saying her vows, the burden of responsibility she now has in looking after the marital home, her new husband and hopefully any in-laws.”
She turned me so I can look in the mirror. It is amazing! Before me appears a real woman, dressed for her wedding. How long I stood there staring at myself with no evidence of maleness left, running my hands lightly along the cool satin of the gown, my fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown, savoring with a mixture of fear and awes the feelings that assaulted me.
A pearl necklace and pearl earrings were placed around my neck and on my ears. Ritu then attached the train to my gown. I gathered my gowns and sat delicately making sure my petticoats & gown were arranged about me on the floor. The petticoats and the gown were thick beneath me, while Karishma pinned my veil and headpiece to my hair. The veil was magnificent in its own right. It consisted of three layers of net with an embroidered border. Ritu arranged the net very carefully so that a layer of it fell in front of my face. I tried to see past the veil, but it was too tightly woven for me to see through it. I was in my own little bridal world. I was now confined to my bridal world. I knew I looked fabulous.
The gown fitted me very well around the waist. But the bodice was embroidered and the gown flowed around my lower body and ended in a train that I had to maneuver as I walked out into the room. It was wonderful to walk in the bridal gown and I felt so feminine as it swirled around me and as the train dragged on the carpet. Walking in gown with erect cock was fabulous. Turning was an interesting problem because I had to be very careful that I did not end up with the train in front of me. I felt very happy in that gorgeous gown with its square neck and the sleeves caressing my bare arms.
“keerthi you look incredible. What does the gown feel like? How do you feel?” asked Ritu.
“Completely unreal,” I said, putting my hands down by my side and resting them on the fabric. “I can hardly tell that there is a body under this gown at all.”
I began to experience that wonderful, submissive feeling that came when I wore such clothing.
“You would make a stunning bride in that gown, keerthi,” she said and I had to agree.
“You know, you should get married to a suitable man this year, you will look fantastic in a white wedding gown.” Ritu said after a while.
“Come off it Ritu, of course I’ll be the groom and wear a tuxedo or a morning coat at my wedding, How can I be in gown?” I protested.
Karishma gave a strange smile to Ritu and suddenly all the girls started laughing.
Ritu stepped back, admiring the view. “Go ahead keerthi,” she said, “swish it around a little. Have fun with it.” I spun my hips left and right, watching a pool of frill and ruffles at my feet swirl around me. I reached down to caress the folds of cotton & silk pushing it this way and that and watching the results in the mirror.
And yet I was not completely happy with that gown. It was beautiful and I felt amazing to be wearing it. But I wondered if it was quite right for the wedding. I expressed my doubts and Ritu saw my point.
“It is certainly not a practical gown,” she said with laughing. “I doubt whether you will be able to get down the aisle to your groom in it!”
“Did she say ‘Groom’? But I was not going to marry anybody. I was a male, how come I marry a groom?” I was wondering on Ritu’s laugh.
I paraded once more round the room then very carefully stood in middle of the room. The gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for others to stand. They walked me up and down the shop to get me used to the volume of the petticoats. Ritu told me hold up the hem at the front to avoid tripping over, and that a glimpse of frilly petticoat was a surefire way of attracting attention from anybody.
As I walked, I was very aware of the motion my legs imparted to the heavy petticoats and the bridal gown and it further intensified my arousal. I had become very aroused and had lot of trouble in walking with erect cock. I shivered the feeling of being a bride warmed my body temperature.
“That’s it, swish those petticoats, look up and smile. The more petticoats for you to feel the burden of womanhood” Rageshwari teased me. I was red with shame. I was looking at Rageshwari she was wearing a white cotton trouser & a white jacket over an orange T-shirt. How confident she was! And a man like me was confined in the Bridal gown. Rageshwari and all other girls were enjoying my transformation from Boy to Bride.
The voluminous petticoats seemed to take on a life of their own, swishing noisily around my legs, and with every mincing step I could feel the petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and caressing my penis. Now I was locked in my gown I couldn’t reach the back, so I was bound in that gown until someone can unbutton it for me.Finally the car arrived at the front of the store. Ritu and her assistances helped me to sit into the car .It is very difficult to sit in a car in bridal gown with so much petticoats. It was a remarkable feeling to be dressed as a bride. I was terrified. There I was, sitting into my car seat, dressed as a Bride, with my face covered in veil, for the entire world to see.
When I got in to the car the wind caught my veil and it felt fantastic!! I felt like a queen! Car dropped us at the backroom of the church. Everyone helped me get out of the car. Ritu left to change her clothes. Karishma showed me how to fix the wedding gown and then all the girls helped me to freshen my makeup and puffed my bridal gown.
Somebody said Church was packed with men and women. The runway thrust out into the crowd, everyone had come to see this wedding show, including cameramen from national papers as well as local ones and there was even a crew from the television station. I felt very exposed but at the same time very excited. Without looking under my gown, nobody could tell that I was really a man. As I gaze at the image, I have become a bride about to be wed. My heart sank but I knew I had no choice for I now knew what was about to happen. I was about to become the bride. My member was rock hard. I was not able to even touch it due to my huge gown.
Karishma came in carrying a large bouquet. Karishma showed me how to hold hands together in front so that I wouldn’t drop the bouquet. I did as I was told; Karishma wrapped several ribbons from the bouquet around my wrists and tied them tightly. The bouquet in front of me now bound my hands together.
I was now virtually handcuffed by my bouquet.
They say a bride looks radiant on her wedding day and, although technically I was not the woman, but I was radiant as a bride. The photographer started positioning us for the posed shots. First, she took my official full-length bridal portrait. I was holding my bouquet at waist; Rageshwari and Kareena teased me to smile for the Bridal photographs. A second portrait was taken with my veil lowered over face. I wanted to run but I was helpless my heart was sinking as Karishma fixed my veil.
I was having a shiver going down my spine, as I know I am going to get married in wedding gown, in presence of public! Nervousness screamed through my body, I found I was totally the center of attention, girls and ladies ohhing and ahhing. My knees were shaking. My breath seemed to catch in my throat, and my knees felt a bit weak.
On the long walk from the backroom to the church I kept seeing faces of people I knew from work, even from school and all of them were wide-eyed with wonder at the beautiful girl I had become. The breeze was cool on my face beneath the veil and it kept lifting the net in front of my face. I was radiantly happy, as a bride ought to be on her wedding day. Everyone’s eyes were on me alone; as I was told afterwards they came out of curiosity but this soon turned to admiration as they saw how lovely I looked. They came to see a male dressed as a bride but very soon their eyes were only on the bride. Cameras clicked and whirred as countless lenses captured my arrival. My glowing smile beneath the veil was captured on countless films. The official photographer was waiting at the church door.
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. It was all I could do to stand up. Seeing all those people made me finally realise that I was actually going to marry some one! I remember thinking: “Wow, I am getting married today! That too in a gown as a bride ” It was almost uncanny….
Ritu met me at the church door she was now changed into best man’s dress she was wearing a nice black suit with a red tie she was wearing red -tape leather shoes. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. A girl standing besides me was wearing male clothes and I the male was wearing such restraining bridal clothes going to marry an unknown personality. My cock was springing with every thought of being Bride for the forthcoming wedding.
“You look stunning,” she said. “I shall find it very difficult to think of you as a male.”
I was happy now! But the happiness remained for seconds a when I heard what Ritu said.
Ritu came near to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear,
“keerthi, Don’t be nervous most girls get a case of the ‘butterflies’ on their wedding day. When I saw your desire to become a bride, I decided to look through your computer files. I found that your files regarding your cross-dressing. I knew you wouldn’t be able to quit, one of my friend Kads is also very much interested in cross-dressing and he always wanted to be a groom of a Trans-Bride. He was always insisting me to find a male bride for him and what I found for him is in front of me. We then decided that if you got married it would be terrific experience for both of you, So, I decided to do this for you, and my friends wanted to help out. Anyway, be a good bride. As the bride, I want you to experience just how touching and pleasurable it is to be a bride.”
I was stunned after hearing the reality, before I could speak she added more,
” I know that you’ll enjoy the sensations of being sensually transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful Bride at the wedding. I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for commitment, obedience and lust to your husband. I want you to be the center of attention and adoring eyes. I want you to feel what it is like to be the only focus of desire and want from your wanting husband your husband is really a sweet. Just between you and me, your in-laws are very dominant. See, that’s like a real man you are not worth to be a man. It is better if man like you remain a housewife for entire life. Now, we must go your groom is waiting”
I cringed a little at the thought. What would it be like going to Sasural with a man as his bride? The idea scared the hell out of me. My breath came in harsh gasps and I thought my knees would buckle as I gazed at Ritu helplessly who with one mistake I made that night had captured my body and soul and taken me on a one way journey into total subjugation to her every cruel whim and humiliating edict.
I was in total shock, and was in a right state. “How can I pull this off,” I asked. “I’m a man for god’s sake, not a woman, I don’t know how to be a wife or daughter-in-law of somebody.”
“Look at yourself keerthi,” Ritu said; I didn’t need to look to see that I was dressed in a huge bridal gown and veil. “You have moved on from being merely a man in a wedding gown. You are truly a girl when you become keerthi, you walk, talk and act like you have been a girl all your life.”
“Yes, but a wife of a man!” I added. “I scared, Ritu, what if I get ‘read’ by someone, what then?”
Ritu assured me “You are a beautiful young lady, keerthi, and it is about time you came to realise that.” She added kissing me again reassuringly. Were this planned, a humiliation, and a kind of ego-reducing, submissive training?
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Strange as it may seem, the terrible situation I found myself in, thrilled me to the bones. Sure, I was veiled and my hands were admiring ruffle silk of my bridal gown, but somehow this and the fact that I was dressed as a Bride all caused a whole avalanche of pleasant sensations in me. I tried to push them back as I knew it to be wrong for a boy to have such feelings, but I did not succeed. A strange feeling crept up and down my spine and made my cock swell.
I was too scared now. I’m going to try to be the best wife there ever was! Wife?
How could I say something so stupid! I was never, ever going to be any body’s wife!
It was going to be a perfect wedding - where I was the bride!
How could I be the bride? It was a world tossed on its head and the only thing I wanted was out! Now! I wanted this insanity to stop!
I wanted everything to go wrong! I wasn’t about to be somebody’s bride! I didn’t want it to happen.
But all I could do was stand there quietly, in my Bridal Gown
She then rearranged my veil. I was shaking. “Oh my god what have I gotten myself into!” I thought
The veil really did it for me. As if the wedding dress hadn’t been enough to convince anyone that I was the total bride those little additions sealed it.
Ritu then added. “Well shilpa, as eagerly as you are looking forward to the beautiful moment when you and your husband say ‘I do’, I know you are also eagerly looking forward to tonight! You first night”
“Stop!” I screamed inside my head.
Don’t go there, pleeeze! It’s not going to happen! Not to me, I cannot be bride!
There cannot be a wedding night! How can I be married to a man? It’s ridiculous!
I was not going to be the bride in any wedding! There just had to be a way out!
Please!! I couldn’t accept the fact that there wasn’t one thing I could do about it, and that it was actually going to happen!
But whether I could accept it or not, I knew that didn’t matter.
I knew that because, as terror stricken as I was at the moment,
I was still standing there in my bridal gown as if I was a blushing bride about to commit my life to the husband of my dreams!
The music began. Oh! It was the time now I can’t go back. …
How could all of this be happening? I thought back to when I was a young boy for last 23 years. I would never have thought that some day I would be marring somebody in a Wedding Gown as a bride!
My legs started to shake and at that moment the organ struck up the wedding march. “Here comes the Bride!” rang out through the church and I took my friend Ritu’s arm once more. It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role that I truly felt as if I was a bride being walked down the isle by my best man. My legs and hands were trembling and I was thankful the traditional walk down the aisle was so slow and methodical!
I began to panic inside…was it too late to run? I looked out through the audience and saw all the people who had gathered to see the wedding. All I could do was stand here and think about what was happening to me.
I knew that I could not turn back and run, and I slowly started down the isle, I was on autopilot. What was I am going to do? She led me to the dais, where a person I had never met before stood, waiting to marry me! I was a man, to whom I was going to marry? A man?
Ritu once again whispered in my ear, “One final note, keerthi,”
“Just because you’re going to be married woman that doesn’t mean you can let down on any of the rules. It won’t be allowed, because you are going to become a Rajstani Bahu.”
She laughed again with her big smile.
“Because you’ll constantly be striving to be the best wife your husband could want & a best Bahu your in-laws could want. For instance, . Of course your life will be full of housework, cleaning, washing and all kinds of other things you’ll be doing there to serve your in-laws,
The bridesmaids processed in, smiling brightly, moving elegantly down the aisle to the altar. The cathedral was enormous, and the trip took some time. The guests watched politely, but what they really wanted to see was the bride. Finally, the last bridesmaid took her place.
The music stopped, and silence fell. Everyone got to his or her feet. When I entered the hall, they all collectively gasped. Surely, there had never been a more exquisite bride. There was a rustling sound of my huge petticoats and gown. Everyone in the church turned to look at me. I was aware of a communal intake of breath as inquisitiveness changed to admiration and disbelief. The day was beautiful with sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows of the church as I began my stately progress up the aisle.
I could feel every eye in the church on me and me alone. Oh I could never hope for such a moment again if I lived forever! I wished the walk down that aisle would never end! And yet, on the other hand, I don’t know who was waiting for me there. I was striving to see him through my veil. My veil was a thick white that covered my face completely. There would be no turning back now.
My gown was so full that there was barely room for Ritu and I to walk side by side. To walk in the long swishing bridal gown with their numerous petticoats caused a lot of quite pleasurable sensations in me.
It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the altar. I kept my eyes in front down through my tightly woven veil and took very short steps in my huge petticoats and gown.
I wasn’t aware of a figure on the stage dressed in a black suit. I nearly fainted when I saw the man in front of me. He was about five feet eight inches tall, quite nice looking, and a total stranger to me. Where had Ritu gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I was? My cock started growing against my cotton petticoats and I am embarrassed to realize that there’s nothing I can do to hide my erection As I stood there, I could feel the eyes of the rest of the church staring at the back of me and could not help but feel nervous.
I had left my male persona at the door. I was now a woman standing before her groom, relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment to my man. So this is what it felt like. Mmm…..!
I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. I desperately hoped no one would guess what was really under my gown. My cock was straight and was rubbing on petticoat. I was shivering with shame. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. I had never thought of such day that I would be standing for my wedding as a Bride that too in Bridal Gown and veil. My face and chicks were hot due to the shame.
Ritu led me up to groom’s side, and leaned down to whisper in my ear “Just be a good Bride, keerthi You’re lucky to have an understanding husband like Kads. After tonight, you’ll most likely want to kiss the ground. You must take care to savor every moment. Store away the memories of this day. In the future, they will help you get through the more onerous duties a wife is always burdened with”
My stomach lurched at the thought of being bride because my shame was to be witnessed by a crowd of stranger. I was standing onto the dais as a truly blushing bride, totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought of the ordeal now only minutes away now that I was able to be pretty and sensual. The feel of my petticoats swishing against my legs and of my huge, heavy gown, with the train, moving with my head was an experience I would never forget. I felt myself begin to blush.
I looked at the minister through my veil and then looked at my groom. My groom gave me a ravenous look, and my cheeks turned pink with pleasure. I smiled shyly back and blushed with embarrassment. I felt my knees go weak. Looking into my groom’s eyes I felt my heart skip a beat. He was so cute and strong and forceful. I felt smaller, weaker, and helpless… and it was a real turn-on. My erect cock was lifting my petticoats. I felt obligated to do something. I was, after all, his future wife. I moaned and writhed passionately now, my maleness stripped away.
My body, trembling with excitement at the thought of being a wife of somebody for life, it sent my blood rushing uncontrollably to my midsection. I could clearly see his face now. I could feel the blood rushing through my body as I stared at him trying to figure out where I’d seen him before. I could feel my legs starting to tremble and that butterfly feeling deep at the bottom of my stomach begin to start fluttering. Then I felt a burning sensation begin to start spreading on my cheeks and I quickly looked away. I bet he was laughing at me inside his head.
I knew that I was blushing madly and I would have done anything to stop blushing.
The preacher began the ceremony.
This was the moment– This made it all worthwhile–all the hard work and the sacrifice, even the many humiliations–just to be standing here now, the blushing bride on her wedding day. What a lovely feeling! I was going to marry today. I was going to become a wife of somebody. After few moments I was going to loose my freedom I was going under control of my husband.
To be honest, I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a crowd of people fully attired as a woman, as a bride…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations of this very feminine Bridal gown and the delightful caress of my veil.
I turned and faced my soon-to-be husband. His face was familiar to me. A remarkable resemblance with him and Kajol was there. His hairs were darker and combed in a style. He wore a classic suit. His groomsman was also a boy dressed the same way as Kads . Both had sideburns to the middle of their ears and what appeared to be beard shadows! From three pews or farther away we looked like any couple in love getting married. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled warmly. My knees almost gave way.
Preacher said, “Do you Kads accept this woman keerthi as your wedded wife?”
He was holding my hands and saying, “I do.” Kads held my hand tightly as though I might try to escape his clutches but I knew that all attempts of escape were over now. I could never escape him and I would be Mrs Rajstani until I died. Despite Kad’s happiness, I was still struggling to come to terms with the enormity of what had happened. Kads had taken steps that I would be his wife and not want for anything in the future. All I must do is look pretty and do all the things a young wife must do.
As the bride, I was experiencing a touching and pleasurable sensation. I was shivering heavily in my veil. My face felt hot and I knew it was scarlet with embarrassment. I wanted to shrink back down into my huge Bridal gown & veil
Then, came the part had been dreading. The preacher asked me to bend over and touch feet of my groom and follow his sentences as ritual
I did it with embarrassment and shame. My cock was almost an 8″ long. I bent down at Kads feet and touched his shoes. They were heavy leather shoes. My face felt hot with embarrassment. I then followed preacher’s lines
“I accept you Kads to be my wedded husband. I promise to be faithful to you, to give and to receive, to care and console, to inspire and respond. I will serve you when we are together. I hereby offer kads the submission of my person and myself into kad’s guidance. Through my acceptance him as my husband, I willingly expect to be trained, dominated, guided and punished as necessary for lifetime. I agree that during our marriage life I will be under the complete control of Kads . I as a wife will practice the virtues of loyalty, obedience and respect. Disobedience or failure will result in punishment as seen to be appropriate by Kads. I agree to be trained in anyway they deem appropriate. I accept that this wedding will bind me as a wife to Mr. Kads and is dedicated to the accomplishment of its goals.”
I wanted to run like hell. I am not entirely sure I can go through with this. Actually being … man, it’s a terrifying thought! Making that kind of commitment, spending the rest of my life as a wife of this person, being completely and totally subordinate to him.
“Do you,keerthi in Bridal gown and veil, take this man Kads to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health?”
My heart was beating at an unbelievable pace. My face felt a rush of blood. My tongue barely moved as I said, ” I, Do” I stated in the demure feminine voice I had practiced for 20 years.
My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of stimulation, growing to its fullest.
I was shivering and had to balance my self in my heavy gown. I was grinning with most of my front teeth on display, as groom looked me over past my veil. Now I was his wife in the veil & bridal gown.
I looked at Ritu. She was smiling, her hands up to her face as if she couldn’t believe I had really gone through with it. Well, I had a husband now. I was going to live out my life as a wife. And serve my husband, as a wife should be.
I did remember though, having to look at my new husband, and to make a vow to honor him, to serve him, and to obey him. When I vowed to obey him, a strange little glint came into his eye, for just the briefest moment. But, I had seen it. Then he took my hand and placed the wedding ring on it. My hands were trembling at that time. I was now a married woman. My maleness was hard as a rock
I heard the minister say those magic words: “By the power that is vested in me, by the territory in which we live, I now pronounce you to be a husband and wife. You may cane the bride, sir.”
It was official. I was a woman, a married woman now! I was a WIFE NOW! I got a shiver of embarrassment.
My husband Kads raised his arm holding the cane in air and suddenly brought it down on my bottom A sweet pain went through my body and I smiled coyly at him, I closed my eyes and waited for second cane to arrive at my gown clad bottom. It came, and, so did another awareness with it. I blushed with fear and shame, as my own cock sprang to life amidst the cottons, satins and silk of my petticoats. I did not want this. I was not a queer. Neither was Kads. What was going one inside of us?
Clearly, the innocence my white gown pretended is a farce in the light of my humiliation and subjugation. “My husband” I whispered to myself. I was almost embarrassed by saying it, but no one heard me in the excitement of people clapping and the organ music. The photographs showed me smiling radiantly as I walked out of the sanctuary on Kads’s arm, my head down with shame everyone was celebrating my new status as Mrs.Kads’s Rajstani. I was a married woman ready to take her place in society. I was a married woman ready to submit to her husband’s conjugal desires. I was a married woman ready to start a new home with my new husband. I was a married woman.
I had just become Mrs.keerthi Rajstani. I would have to get my name changed on my driver’s license, passport, credit cards, etc. I was starting to understand what women give up when they get married. I sensed all eyes upon me as walked carefully with my bouquet in one hand and the other, held by a cute, handsome gentleman. No doubt, we made a nice looking couple
Then I endured the long greeting line. All the ladies laughed at me and congratulated me on getting one of the best husbands in the county. Everyone who attended the reception was thrilled and happy for us when they came through the reception line. I was still in heaven and Kads and I considered each other married to one another. I was now keerthi Kads Rajstani . Mrs. Kads Rajstani. I was a married woman and would remain so the rest of my life.
I was swirling around in my huge petticoats & gown with my fully erect cock; I was enjoying my new status as a wife.
I of course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Kads, to make it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from there. The ceremony went on for what seemed like hours, and I did not know about the other brides, but standing in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal gown was not that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back and forth as the pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in uncomfortable clothes was difficult my feet and thighs were aching! Kads was sitting on the chair to take a rest, but as a bride I was not allowed to sit.
I very quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, got used to feeling of my husband’s presence besides me, and his power on mine, and raising my face to look at his face like an obeying bride was a loving embarrass. I was feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the bride, the most honored person at a wedding. What a feeling was that now I was a wife I have a husband too. Now I was under total control of my husband Kads. Kads was meeting various people and I was following him like most obedient wife. I felt myself surrendering to my husband. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled wife at this very moment. I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for my Wedding night. I wanted desperately to serve Kads as my husband, and have his control over me.
Each step I was following him was requiring lot of efforts! Thanks to my voluminous petticoats and heavy bridal gown.
Finally Ritu said, ” Come on, newlyweds, let’s cut the cake and open the presents.”
As we approached the top of the great staircase the hubbub of talking below got louder. Ritu went on ahead to warn the guests and then we stepped on to the landing and began our slow and stately descent, Kads in her beautiful black suit and me in the loveliest bridal gown. The guests below burst into spontaneous applause as I set foot on the first step. It was hard, beneath that mass of frill of my petticoats, for my foot to find the stair. I made sure that it was secure before I moved my weight on to it and then began the descent with Kads at my side. Whether he would have been much help had.
I stumbled I do not know but he was not tested. I put a dainty toe on to the next step and the gown followed, swishing against the carpet and caressing my thighs beneath there.
The gown, my petticoat, my long hair, the occasion all made moving like a female easier for me. Cameras flashed and there was an admiring murmur coming up to greet me. My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect. The official photographer asked the crowd to move away and sent us back up the stairs to make our descent again for her benefit. Going back up the stairs was more difficult than descending as my gown kept getting caught beneath my sandals and I had to lift the gown and all its petticoats while letting my long hair slip down over my lower arms. It was a wonderful experience. The photographer sent Ritu up to tidy up my gowns and then I made the descent again, this time for her alone. I had to make several descents because she wanted pictures of me alone as well as with Kads but I did not mind being the center of attention. My lovely gown with its lacy bodice gave me such pleasure. I knew I was a stunningly beautiful bride. I was enjoying the Bridal Gown!
All the guests laughed as we went through the typical cake-cutting-and-feeding ritual. Then came the gifts. Ritu gave us each a box. Inside mine I found an envelope and a beautiful pearly white bridal Saree & Blouse, which I was told to hold up.
Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a higher plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my erect cock.
Then I opened up the envelope and read out-loud the note inside.
“Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes about her first night. To complete your trip into womanhood, I am giving you a great first wedding night gift a lovely bridal saree. This Saree is special which Madhuri wore in 100Days. You and Kads are going to Kads Haveli. Your clothes and everything you may need are already there. I have packed lot of Sarees, blouses, petticoats and Ghagras. Have a good time. And don’t worry; all girls are nervous on there wedding night. Don’t forget to touch each and everybody’s feet properly from your Sasural”
I was Mrs. keerthi Rajstani! Wow! The change in my life was just starting to hit me. I had been single, now after the “I do’s” I was a responsible woman, a wife and of course a Bahu of big Khandan.
I have become a wife! That was happened in such a short time! No wonder I was so tense and excited! Then We walked hand in hand to the front door, he in his tux and me in my white wedding gown, Kads headed to the car and I gathered up the petticoats of my Gown on the arm of my husband taking care of my huge bridal gown. Everyone outside the church stopped to stare at the two newlyweds. They couldn’t quite figure out why the groom looked like a woman in a man’s tuxedo. I was floating on a cloud of euphoria. I HAD A HUSBAND NOW!! Limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us. The back window had “JUST MARRIED” written on it. While sitting in the car I wrestled with the big cotton petticoats, trying to fit the dress into the seat with me! It looked like I had a two-foot high pile of satin and cotton on my lap.
I yet again obeyed her, not daring to answer back, even to confirm that I would do as
I think by this time, Kajol had made her own assumptions as to how much I could take, as she ordered me to get up. Slowly, and with much effort and every muscle in my body crying out, I crawled backwards down the bed and stood on the floor.
“Go and stand over there in the corner,” she ordered, pointing to the area just in front of the dressing table by the window.
Obediently I did so, unable to resist her commands, or to put up any verbal resistance should I have wished to do so. Had I just flopped down exhausted on the bed there and then (for I was truly exhausted) I know she would have stopped, but still, deep within me, I wanted to carry on as far as I could.
I stood in the corner, facing the wall where it met the curtains at the window. I was conscious of the fact that in this position she could see my punished bottom from all angles. I could hear her moving around behind me, but didn’t dare look back. In any case I didn’t have the energy. I reached back with one hand to feel my stinging bottom and was rewarded with Kajol telling me to stand still and put my hands on my head. I obeyed but the effort of holding my own arms up was almost as much torture as taking the last few strokes of the cane.
I remember trying my best to stay still, but swaying all around me and at least a couple of times I had to put my hand out against the furniture or window to steady myself. I could feel myself getting very light headed again, and just as I felt I was about to pass out, I was so tired to stand there. My limbs & back were aching to move. But I wouldn’t though; if I moved without permission I was warned of being punished to clean all the floors with a toothbrush and given the spanking of my life! He made sure that my punishment was severe enough that I would rather stand there motionless for any length of time.
Now I was completely at my husband’s mercy. It was an amazingly stimulating situation. I found myself wishing I could play with my dick; I was so horny I needed to just jerk off. Kajol was treating me like a real newly wedded wife. It gave me intense pleasure to be reduced to nothing more than being a wife in her Bridal Saree on her first night. My dick was rock hard the whole time I was standing there and I was aching to touch it.
I moved my head back and I looked up at him. Kads was smiling down at my submissiveness.
Kajol then spoke to me she explained me my wifely duties to be done from tomorrow.
I was told that now I was going to live life a demure and obedient little housewife. & will not to speak unless spoken to. There will be a list of housework to be completed every day. Failure to complete my duties will be met with strict discipline. I was a housewife and this was my world now I don’t need to concern my self with the outside world. It was a good ten-mile walk in the hot desert to the nearest house. If I fail to fulfill my wifely duties I will be punished. It was to late I pressed my husband’s feet till he fell asleep. That night was the end of an era for me. No longer could I be a normal man who wears shirts and pants - my public humiliation and cross-dressing had begun.
I was awoken in the morning by a loud knock on my door and a voice telling me to get in the kitchen and make tea & breakfast. I after taking bath changed in to a heavy pink petticoat and choli.
Soon after my younger Nanandis Amita & Karishma entered our room they were here to help me Karishma selected a crispy pink Saree for me. I was going to wear that saree a pink one with a nice border and heavy embroidery work wearing a Saree was very different than pants. It patterned my behavior and movement. I had to keep my legs together while sitting out of sheer modesty, and it governed the way I walked…the way it swirled around my legs limiting my stride. I enjoyed it. That was nice translucent Rajstani Saree. Amita helped me to wear it in Gujarati style. She insisted me to keep the bridal jewelries as it is. What a funny picture was that a true girl were wearing male clothes T-shirt and jeans and a true man was just now confined in to restricting clothing of a Bahu like Saree choli and petticoats.
It was certainly a magnificent Saree and as my hands touched the smooth & crispy material of the Saree. I felt really happy. I am embarrassed to realise that there’s nothing I can do to hide my erection from Amita & Karishma.
“Welcome to womanhood, keerthigandha.” Said Amita.
“She’s pretty helpless, but let’s see what we can do to make her a little less comfortable,” added Karishma
I looked at Amita she gave a hysteric smile to me and then she stood in front of me with an evil grin on her face she . Oh! I was now a typical Rajstani Bahu, . . I slightly envied Amita who was enjoying the freedom & a confident young girl with unrestricting clothes like jeans & T-shirt. She was enjoying my reduction from man to a Rajstani Bahu. What an absolute wonderful feeling!
When She finished, Amita sat back admiring her work. Then in an instant her eyes lit up taking on that smoldering, aroused, sadistic gleam, which appears in the eyes of orgasmic woman when she has intention to crush a male ego for her pleasure. In a steel-edged voice she commanded, “From now on, keerthiBhabhi, Y. Is that understood?”
All I could do was drop my head in submission, and shame and whisper “Ji, Hukkum.”
Serving in-laws wearing a translucent Saree and face covered with pallu of Saree keeps the Bahu’s inferior ego in check.
“Are you ready to go keerthiBhabhi?” Amita asked.
“Ji Hukkum” I said .
Her smile sent a little shiver down my back at the thought of what my first day at my Sasural as a newly wed woman was to bring. For some reason I had a very special feeling about today.
As I was standing there before my Nanandis, Amita stared at me thoughtfully saying. “I also wanted to be the man! I’ve always wanted it. Even as a kid I desperately wanted to dress up in my brothers clothes. You know that’s why I always wore T-shirts & Jeans. I’m not gay and I know I can’t really BE a man. But at least I can live like one.”
She explained, adding. “I just want to live with the freedom a man has, to act like a man, to dress in clothes that don’t bind and restrict. I want to give orders and be obeyed and I want to be taken seriously! As I am from Rajstani family I knew that some day I should have to wear Sarees . I contacted Ritu and she explained me about you. I want is someone who will act as my Bahbhi, I never wanted to be anybody’s Babhi. I wanted someone who’ll let me be the Devar. Someone who will serve me .” She answered.
Amita said, “I have always wanted a sissy male to serve me and you are fitting for it nicely. I will make you sorry that you chosen to be my Bhabhi and you can expect ample humiliation to be coming your way.
But I was a young man, 23 years old and soon to be 24. How could they do this to me? I was to grow up to be and fill my place in society as a man; I could not let myself be dominated by a slim & weak young girl Amita.
I already doubted whether I should go back to being a boy at all but with all my willpower I decided not to give in to these emotions. I had to be a man. I do not know why, there is absolutely no logical reason or explanation, but Amita’s words made my nerves tingle. The most pleasant sensations suddenly raced through me. All my former ideas of becoming a man again suddenly had vanished. All I wanted to be was Amita’s Bhabhi. I was happy with my new status ‘Bhabhi’.
It was very humiliating to obey her. I have already locked away my male pride and handed the key to my in-laws. I was totally in their hands again and there was no way out and no end to it. But I was happy.
Satisfied, the girls had me stand again, and walk back and forth for them. The constriction or the Saree & Petticoats, , made me sway my hips even more in a feminine ’swish’. Amita exclaimed, “Oh that is so much better, you are just so cute!” I blushed in shame, as they both giggled. “Time is running out”, said Karishma. I was feeling very feminine, but still very embarrassed as the two girls again smile big smiles.
Karishma made me walk around the room. I did so and at first found it difficult walk in Saree & petticoats over my face but gradually I got the hang of them. The feeling of wearing a Saree was something I had not been prepared for at all. There was something very pleasant about the way it swung and the feeling of the petticoats against my legs. My false hair tied in a long choti did move like real ones and I was quite dazed at how feminine I was beginning to feel. Amita gave a slap on my Saree clad butt and I headed to the door obediently.
We came out of the room my head was bent more than usual. I watched my Saree with lots of frills of my petticoats rise and fall with each step. I turned at the landing, and stared at the full-length mirror at the bottom of the stairs. I looked out of the corner of my eye into the mirror I could see the reflection of a beautiful woman, embarrassed and smiling shyly about the most wonderful feeling of joy I had ever had. It showed a young woman in Saree descending with her Nanandis on both sides who were in T-shirt and Jeans. My mind went from confused at looking at my own reflection to totally thrilled about being called a Bhabhi and being under control of these beautiful Nanandis. As I was walking down I was enjoying the dilemma with no evidence of maleness left, how such a strange consequences transformed me from a young man to a helpless Bahu of this Khandan!
My heart began to beat faster with anticipation as Amita & Karishma helped me down the hallways. I was walking very slowly and deliberately taking care of my ghunghat & long choti. I was also making sure that my plaits of Saree are properly swishing around my legs; I didn’t even want my payals, bangles & zanzra to make noise. t. Now I was scared the haveli was very large. I was passing through family room, living room, and hall and to the kitchen. This is I really began to wonder what a man is doing here wearing Saree! I mean total discomfort…but at this point it was a little late to turn back.
I was very nervous. I knew all Bahus were a little nervous on their first day as newlywed Bahu at the Sasural, but for me it was much worse. I had only been a girl for last 24 hours after 23 years of life as a male, and here I was about to serve a guy who used to be a girl. It was insane when I stopped to think about it.
. The noise my Saree made when moving was incredible. The petticoats swishing, the anklets and bangles clacking away seemed so loud, that I couldn’t hear myself think. My nose was feeling heavy due to the big Nose ring. My face glowed bright red in embarrassment,
I went to the kitchen and carried the tea & breakfast in a tray. My Saree was forcing me to take small steps & my jewelries were making lot of noise. What a strange seen was that a girl in T-shirt and jeans was dominating a man, treating him as a Bhabhi and the man was wearing Saree blouse
I suddenly felt tired and sick to my stomach. Was this right? But I enjoyed the walk anyway. I had gotten used to the heavy petticoats and long choti, . Still the heavy petticoats & Saree hobbled my stride. I seemed to be captivated . I loved the feel of the fabric against my face and the frilly petticoats adorning both my ankles. from my face and inhale the fresh clean air but I knew I could not in the presence of my in-laws .
Amita then led me to each room where my in-laws were sleeping. In each room my duty wa
September 17th, 2010 at 2:16 am
i am a male.graduate.i am a crossdressor.my wife is a teacher.she is working 180 km from my house.she is stay there.so we meet weekly once.in my house,i lived between village and town.i stay with my brother and parents.we both lived separate houses.my brother is a cloth merchant.maximum he is on tour.monthly once he came to his house.this facility i used for my crossdressing.my wife ia beautiful.she has a wonderfull saree collectins nearly 200 sarees.already i removed my mustach.i ama online share trader.i do my business in my home.i cooked and finish my breakfast.then i start my lady dressing daily.i wear saree with full woman make-up,i sit infront of my laptop&i worked.i always in woman getup.so i locked the door.nobody disturb me.if i want to come,i changed my make-up.because of crossdressing i cut all my friends.offenly a fight arised between me and my brother’s wife+her lady servant.the lady servant asked me,why u always lock the door,i am douted,she told me.i got angry,any scold her very badly.’u prostitute! u shut your mouth,i scold her.she weep and go back.my brother wife support her.i scold her also.my brother’s wife is also beautiful lady. M.A.degree holder.she is a rich girl.her costumes are rich,in house she wore costly designer saree with jewells.one friday i dressed specially.it is my birthday.i put a wiq in my head and make a single plait.i adorn 6 feet jasmine in my plait. i wear my wife’s bra,petticoat,pink colour blouse.then i wore a pink shiffon saree.iput i liner,maskkara,lipstic,bindi.i wear jimikkiin my ear.in my left hand i wear my wife’s gold ladies watch.i wear 8 gold covering bangles in my righthand.i wear anglets,neclace,dollerchain.then i see me in mirror.wow!what a beautiful woman i was.i sling my wife handbag i walk like a lady.at the time i forgot to lock the door.i ran there.the door was opened.suddenly my brother’s wife&herlady servant entered and see me i am in saree.i get shocked&nervesed.servant shouted oh!u are a lady,not a man.she catched me and slapped me 6 times.my brother wife also slapped me.because of pain i am weeping.they asked me to kneeldown.i did.in fear i bend down my head to touch their feet.please don’t say anybody.hereafter i am your slave.my brotherwife told me,today onwards u are ours slave.you call us madem.my lady servant stay with you in night.u are her wife.she was your husband.whenever we called you come with saree.you wear my dress also.we plan to brought you shopping,textiles when you are in saree o.k.i accept and told her o.k.madem.that night i spend with the lady servant ,same my full adornment.she is un educated.but i am?.before bedding she asked me ,bend down.i bend down and touched her feet.then she treat me as her wife.my goodness!i can’t believe,i am wearing saree with full ornaments with a lady servant in my bed.she behave her as my husband.now my life is fully changed.full day i wear saree with make-up.if i went to meet my wife,that day only they permit me to wear my pant shirt.they brought me in public.we both 3 went to shopping,i am wearing saree,sometimes i wear chudithar also.they call me Nandhini.now i will be fully submessive to my husband.if anybody willing to contact me i share in much more experiences about my sex life,outing,attend festivals,touring etc,,.
September 19th, 2010 at 2:09 am
Hi
i am a married person. first night i managed my wife to act as cross rool. she weared my cloths and i ware sharee, blouse and othe rornements. then,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
September 22nd, 2010 at 11:58 am
Hi I am Jaspreet married for 5 years now. I was watching a movie Auntie no. 1 many years ago, in which govinda dressed up like a girl to meet his GF. I imagined how my husband will look if he wore my salwar kameez. I was also daring since my college days. My friend Gitanjali was also married. Next Day i called my friend on telephone and we discussed the movie auntie no.1 since it was a hit movie. I asked my friend that how will our husband look if they wear our female clothes. She laughed and said that it was a great idea to try. she said that she will tell me when she will do so.
I asked my husband to wear my salwar kameez for me, but he refused. I continued to persuade him without any success. I called my friend next day as told her about my failure to persuade my husband. She said that she had been successful to do that since they were all alone in the house last weeked, and she asked her husband to dress up for her to prove his love for him.
After many request i persuaded my husband to wear my salwar kameez, but kameez didnot fit on his body. so i made him wear padded bra with fillers, kurti with salwar. i borrowed a hairwig from Gitanjali’ mother’s hair saloon. fixed the hairwig on his head. then i applied Lipstick, ear rings and high heels. He looked stunning and beautiful. I enjoyed the whole transformation. When i told my friend in the evening that i too have succeded, she was excited and told me that i order to take complete control of our husbands we need to show them to each other. Next week she called me when she transformed her husband into a girl and show to me. He was so shocked to face me but could not do anything. I promised him to keep the secret if he regularly dress up like a women for her wife. He promised me. Now it was turn of my husband. My friend suggested that i should invite my sister, Sharanpreet too ( my friend didnot have a sister) since she was in college. and the same process was repeated. I blindfolded my husband while my sister and friend hid in our guest room. When he opened his eyes he could not believe that his secret was no more a secret. When my sister saw my husband, she could not stop her giggles. My friend had brought a long hair wig which my sister offered to my husband to wear or else she will tell my mother. He could not believe that he could not do anything. I pretended to stop my sister but she didnot listen. At last i asked him to wear as it was just for fun. he wore and the hair reach his waist. He looked total girl and we all laugh and tease him.
Now we both friends enjoy a lot to transform our husband into girls. My sister told my mother somehow. She got too excited to see him too. My husband never agreed to wear my clothes again while alone at home. I always did in closed room at night. One day, we were again alone at home since our parents were out of town to attend a wedding. I decied to dress him on the sunday morning. So i called my mother and sister to my home while he was asleep and hid them in another room. The room had always been closed for two months now. After dressing him in salwar kameez ( i stiched a new kameez as per his size) make up, lipstick and jewellery. I asked him to walk around the home with me. and then suddenly he saw my mother and sister in front of him. He was so ashamed to face them that he run away into his room. We all assured him that if he come out as dressed up, we all will keep the secret. He come out. My mother congratulated me for done such a wonderful transformation while my sister could not stop her laughter. My mother invited us to her home next time so that we could enjoy his next transformation with lot of time.
September 24th, 2010 at 5:18 am
kumar you so lucy you wear saree daily in front of women that’s nice experience
September 25th, 2010 at 4:59 am
Since childhood i had craving to look like woman and wanted to wear their clothes, makeup and jwellary. I was secretly wearing my sisters frocks and dresses. I wanted to be like girls and always played with girls. I felt happy being with girls than boys.. As i grow young i started to wear bra and saree of my bhabhi secretly. Also wear bangles, red bindi, payals, lipstics. And stick diamond on my nose and ear. Now i wish to have my own long hair and my nose and ear pierced. Whenever i wore sari i didnt liked to remove it. I wanted to wear it everyday like woman.
September 28th, 2010 at 2:12 pm
Thank you Nitti. I am really impressed by your trick that you dressed your husband like a female and then exposed him to your mother while you were both alone at home. When i told my mother that i will also do the same to my husband. She could not believe me. then i asked her to see this website. She was surprised to see so many wives’ achieved such a success. She was worried if my husband will become angry. I told her that he can not tell any one in this world that he was dressed by his own wife and face his mother-in-law. My mother gifted me long hairwig and salwar kameez coz her size would only fit my husband and add to his shame. On the decided day i asked my husband to wear clothes and fix the hairwig too. My mother entered my room and started laughing. My husband was in shock to face her. He had no place to hide since we both stand in front of him. He asked my mother not to tell one1 and she promised him for that and since then she didnot tell even her husband i.e my father. But, she has taken a promise that my husband will wear the dress again as she intend to show him to my mothers’ friend Rita who runs a hair parlour in our locality.
September 28th, 2010 at 6:57 pm
hai kumar am willing you please give me your contact number i will call you please send ur photos in my mail my mail id susmith1985@hotmail.com
September 29th, 2010 at 3:22 am
hi shail
I have tried to send you email at your given address shaily2010@rediffmail.com. but I can’t get it. Please send correct address.
September 29th, 2010 at 8:57 am
i used to wear sarees when my parents go out,i like to wear saree and be completely girl for maximum time with help of some one who know how to tie saree,make up etc.im living in hyderabad
September 29th, 2010 at 8:58 am
my mail id is shrieasta526@gmail.com
September 30th, 2010 at 4:02 am
My friend Praveen dressed her husband in her clothes while he was asleep and took his pic and told him to remained dressed or else she will show the pic to me. I was so surprised to learn all about his dressing after some many years. she said that she always used his pics to exert pressure on him to wear her clothes in bedroom.
I complained that she never showed the pic to me. She said, no need to worry and asked me to come to my home next sunday and asked me to bring a long hairwig along with me. Nest week i went to her home and she hid me in a room and keep silent until further notice.
After few mins, she bring her husband into the room blindfold. i was so surprised to see him tranformed into a lady. She asked me to fix that wig on his head from back. and then i stood in front of him while she open his blindfold and i took his pics. Wow what a pretty lady he look like and i was rolling on the floor while he was so shy and angry. i told him not to get angry since i will not tell anyone about this incidence. he run into another room and my friend was so happy. My friend knew that since i was always good at making new hairstyles, so i bought her best haigwig i could get from the market.
we then ran close to the closed room and asked him to come out once again to face us or else i will tell about him to Praveen’s friends. He finally agreed. We both make him walk like female and i told him that her wife had wasted so many years before disclosing this secret to me. He comlained that i was very clever lady. but he could not do more. I promised him that i shall not tell anyone.
I told Praveen that if its ok with her if i tell post it on a blog. She said it would be great to tell people who indulge in same doings. My friend has asked me to suggest new ideas as to how can we make her husband more girlie in future and should she invite all of her friends at home?
September 30th, 2010 at 6:36 am
can any one help me in doing this to me in hyderabad.shrieasta526@gmail.com is my mail id
October 2nd, 2010 at 5:54 am
ok.good my wife dream is i am wering her saree, dressess, bra panties gown,nighty.i wear her marriage shaloo, ghagara.my wife wish to change her role iam wife & she is husband,i am also agree because i love her.
October 2nd, 2010 at 6:36 am
hi manoj,why u agree to change your role?u say no to your wife.wife role suits only for girls.my wife says me to help her in house works but i help her when she becomes ill.wearing saree,mkup and be wife of your wife not suited for man.
October 3rd, 2010 at 6:42 am
hi jaspreet & sharanpreet , what’s your email id?i wanna talk to u.
October 3rd, 2010 at 11:50 am
hi i am a male old 20 years i have a dominate side and those who like to dress up like a girl (mainly in indian clothes like saree ) and those who like to dress up their husbands and brothers contact me on yahoo manu110manu or mail me at manu111manu@gmail.com
October 4th, 2010 at 10:52 am
hi,if any crossdress in hyderabad can do it after marrage mail me vernika.sweet@yahoo.com
October 7th, 2010 at 4:42 am
HI to ALL
October 12th, 2010 at 4:03 am
Hi,
i am married male.my wife wish to i am wearing her dress,saree,bra,gaown,nighty
daily.also earrings, hair wig lipstick,when we can purchase new our home.& also i like this.but i would like to daily wear saree,gaown her panties.can this correct.
October 28th, 2010 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Jaspreet for ur wonderful idea. At first i thought it is so dificult to transform one’s husband into a girl and then even show him to one’s mother and sister.
But, i was eager to take a chance since there is gr8 satisfaction achieveing success in this trick because husband can never tell anyone that he was dressed like a girl and exposed to his mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
Best place to execute the plan is Mother’s home where he can not do anything after being exposed coz of fear of being exposed to other relatives too.
November 1st, 2010 at 12:58 pm
This blog has offered so many ideas that are so wonderful. first time i come across this website i could not believe how daring modern women are? I was too afraid to ask my husband to wear my clothes. One day my sister come to my home to stay with me on weekend college holiday. Luckily, my husbands’ mother and father went to attend a marriage party. All the situations i had read in this blog come to my mind and i realised that i will not get another opportunity like this. So, i asked my husband to wear my saree for me. He didnot agree and called all this rubbish. I asked him to prove his love for me by wearing my saree for one hour. He said he could wear for few mins to prove his love but is worried that my sister could come into our room. I told him not to worry since she is busy with her friends on yahoo chat. In next 15 mins i transformed him into a beautiful girl. and i put lipstick and ear rings too.
As planned my sister, Sonia entered our room and laughed to see my husband finding no place to hide. She teased him too. My husband asked her not to tell any one in the family. She agreed to keep the secret provided he face her friend on webcam. He asked me for help but i said that he must deal with his sister-in-law as she can do anything. After some thought he had to agree.
We made him sit in chair infront of the webcam and he started chat with Sonia’s friend. Her friend asked him as to how is he feeling upon being dressed like a girl and teased by his sister-in-law? He said “i feel shy to face her since she is 5 yrs younger to me” After few mins, we switched on the webcam and he was so shocked to see his mother-in-law laughing at him in the webcam. My sister invited my mother on internet chat rather than her friends. He run out of the room. My mother called him on cell and asked him to face her again on webcam if he want her to keep the secret. That day my husband remained like a girl. Both my sister and mother hve keep the secret until now.
November 19th, 2010 at 11:47 am
My husband has a very cutish face and any women can fall in love with him. My sister always talk and chat with him for long mins and that always worried me. I felt he was dating her too. The thought of dressing him in my female clothes and show him to my sister was so facinating as it would spoil all his image in my sister’s eye and he would be shy to face her in the future, so he would also not date her.
My husband has lost a bet to me in the past, the loser was to do anything winner say. So i asked him to wear my skirt and top for me. He kept saying “No! NO”. But, i draped the skirt around his waist and made him wear my bra and then frilly top. I put on make up, lipstick, ear rings, sandals and finally a hairwig. he looked beautiful and girlish. I hand cuffed his one hand and tied the handcuff with almira handle, so he could not run anywhere. Then i went out of my room and told my sister, Neha, a surprise await her in the room.
When she saw my husband. She shouted “WOW, didi, how did you transformed jiju into a girl”. Will he not get angry? I lied and told her that my husband like to dress like a girl every week. My husband said that it is a false story. But, my sister believed all i said. My husband hung his head in shame and could not speak a word. My sister teased him a lot and took his pictures too. She told him not to get angry with me after she go out or else she will tell others too. Now my husband always remain away from my sister. My sister is always eager to help me in dressing him. Sometimes i take her help since that keep my husband in control.
November 28th, 2010 at 4:55 am
hi kiran,can we chat?why you dress your husband in girl dress?do feel happy to do this
January 11th, 2011 at 4:04 am
this is my cd name……am a male but i love to dress in female wears especialy saree n ghomta,,,,,,,,i often wear burqa ,,,,,,,,,somtimes salwar……….any girl who want to be my husband can reply in this blok…..i can say i will be ur traditional wife wid always my husband as my master,,,,,,,,am writting wearing a pink saree n ghomta……….face also coverd…………..so plz any woman want me as ur devoted wife??????????write in dis bloke
January 31st, 2011 at 2:45 pm
I dress my husband in female clothes everytime we visit my mother’s home. My husband’s first experience was so rediculous. I dressed him in Salwar Kameez, hairwig, applied lipstick and heels while he was sleeping. When he wake up, he was froze to see my sisters laughing at him. He got angry but his hands were tied. My sisters told him that his pics will be shown to his friends if he beat any1 of us. He promised not to harm any1. My youngest sister, Riya is very naughty. She make him walk to my mother’s room and show him to her. He was so shy to face her. She laughed and said “How sweet it would be if u dress everytime u come here”. My sister Tiya, told him that in order to keep the secret he must say “Saasu Ma mai har bar lardki ban kar aaya karoongi ” 3 times. We all laughed and laughed. After the incident, i always dress him when i goto mother’s home and he has no other choice but to face my sisters.
February 27th, 2011 at 1:18 pm
I have been a crossdressing for nearly eight years. I thought I was beyond being suprised by anything but last weekend was yet another new thing in my life.
I was at home on Saturday doing the laundry and housework while my wife was bust on net with her friends. As is usual when I am in the house, I was wearing a bra, panties, and a skirt. I came upstairs from the basement with a load of clothes only to find my Mother-In-Law sitting at the kitchen table (she has a key for the house). I actually dropped the laundry basket and was obviously embarassed.
My MIL just laughed and said I should not be so embarassed. She said she has known for sometime her daughter is dressing me up. She went on to say that she will be happy if i wear her hairwig too.
After my initial shock, I sat at the table and my wife also come in. my mother-in-law said that I should be looking forward to further visits from her now that my dressing is no longer a secret. Not sure how I’ll react to my MIL in future again.
Then my cell phone rings in and my wife’s sisters asked me if I enjoyed visiting with her mother! Turns out she had set up the suprise visit as another little humilation. Next moment my sister-in-law in the room too and all 3 laugh at me. I felt so shy and all 3 were fully determined to show me to their friends in future.
April 19th, 2011 at 3:35 am
Hello ladies. I am Mansi and single. I have a sister who is married to her husband Sanjay. He is very rude and disrespectful to me and my mother. One day i saw this blog and was surprised to learn that how women are strongly making their husband transform into girls for fun. An idea struck my mind that if all these women can do to their husbands why not my sister. Me and my sister read the whole blog and made a plan.
Since my sister lived in shimla hills alone with her husband. I decided to visit her home saturday noon. My sister told me that her husband will never agree to wear her clothes and might become angry. So i tell her that she must convince him to sleep with her only in briefs. After some whisky pegs, he was asleep. Me and my sister tied a bra to his chest and a skirt. Then i fix a shoulder length hairwig to his head with clips. My sister put bangles in his hands and i tied his hands in front so that he can not harm us. I even put my sandal on his feet so that when he wake up, he cannot run. We took his pics to scare him not to get angry with us or else his pics might end up in wrong hands. We wait for the rising sun and i invited my mother too into the house. I told her that she will see the best day of her life with her son-in-law.
My sister was very nervous but i told her to be brave to handle the situation coz after he is exposed to me and my mother he will not be able to do much and will not be rude with us in future.
Then i decided to wake him up. I sit on his chest and put a bindi on his forehead and started applying lipstick on his lips. At first he could not imagine what was happening. He said ” what r u doing here”. I said ” I have transformed you into a girl upon my sister’s request and today you fill remain like a girl for whole day” He got angry and started pushing me off his chest. since his hand were tied. He was powerless. We both laugh and tease him. We made him stand in high heels. I told him that he must treat me respectfully in future or else his pics will be shown to others too.
He complained that he was cheated since he was sleeping and tied otherwise we both could never had done that to him. Then i called my mother saying “See mother, how have i transformed your son-in-law into a Good Gril” He was so shocked to see his mother-in-law laughing at him. My mother told him that her daughters will not dress him in future. But, he will have to dress himself like a girl whenever his sister-in-law will tell him to do so. or else his pics will be shown to her friends too. Since then, my Jiju dress up for me and my family every month and we enjoy a lot.
June 17th, 2011 at 1:52 pm
My wife dress me every weekend in her clothes. She do not listen to me if i appose and forcibly make me wear bra after which i can not do anything. Last week, she put lipstick on my lips forcibly. Then she called her mother on phone and i was standing in front of her dressed like a girl. I felt so shy and ashamed while she was giggling looking at me. I could only imagine how mother-in-law will laugh at me when she see me dressed in salvar kameez. In mean time, my wife told me that her mother wanted to talk to me. I was speechless with shame and could not speak properly. My mother-in-law was complaining that i never visit her home. I said i will visit her soon. My wife is so eager to show me to her sisters, friends and mother. I am not ready for this, but, she is eager to show to her friends and ask them how good has she transformed me into a girl. I can not do anything now, coz whenever i say no to her dresses, she threaten to tell her sisters about it. I was so embarrassed to face my sisters-in-law, who are very naughty and can make me even more girlie.
August 15th, 2011 at 3:38 am
My husband always interested in girls in their 20s and take great interest in TV show will show beautiful females. I always feel bad. Sometimes i feel he is more interested in other girls. When i told my problem to my mother, she told me about this blog. I could not believe at first that women of today are so daring. I decided at once that i will also dominate my husband and transform him into a girl and then show him to my mother and sister so that he whenever he see a girl, he will remember that he was also dressed like a girl. I told my husband that why not let me dress him like a girl too since you are interested in beautiful females. He readily agreed. I dressed him in a saree with makeup and heels and beautiful long hair. Since we were at my mother’s home, i told him that he donot worry since the door is bolted. But, when he went to bathroom, i called in my mother and sister. My husband was so shocked to face them while they were all laughing loud. My sister told him that he must remain in this dress until morning breakfast if he want the secret to be kept secret. My mother teased him saying “How you feel like a girl when you always see girls on TV”. He was speechless. My sister took his pics standing with my mother and we all teased him until morning. My mother had already called her neighbourhood friends and they were so surprised to see my husband transformed into a girl. We all had a good time and now my husband not interested in TV shows.
November 3rd, 2011 at 1:57 am
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December 21st, 2011 at 3:20 pm
My elder daughter, baljeet is happily married while the younger daughter, kuljit is at college. My daughter come to my home but never for night stay. My son-in-law always talk naughty things with my younger daughter. I have asked my son-in-law to stay at weekend but he always made an accuse. I felt he did not like me. One day, i was discussing the matter with my younger daughter. She told me about this blog and we both read all the ideas. I was suprised to learn that how the world has changed. Kuljit made a plan that when my son-in-law and daughter will come to meet me, she will punture the tyres somehow so that both have to night stay. Since, they will come without bag and baggage, it will be easy to give him female clothes to wear at night.
I was afraid that the son-in-law will be very angry at last. But, my daughters determination and my wish to see him stand dressed like a girl could not stop me. As per plan kuljit deflated the tyres before they were to leave. at 9PM all tyres shops were closed. They had no choice but to stay. Then, after dinner my daughter spilled milk over my son-in-law while serving tea. Since, they did not bring baggage, so he did not had spare clothes. He enquired as to any male clothes in the house. My mother said that since her husband was on a foreign job, he had taken almost all his clothes with him and also the keys of the cupboard alongwith him. He said, its ok, and he will sleep in vest and brief while the clothes get dry till morning.
Then, kuljeet said “Jiju why not wear my skirt for a day, we will not tell any1″ We all laughed while my son-in-law said “NO NO”. After retiring to our bedrooms. baljeet asked him “why not wear salwar kammez at night since its cold and nobody will ever know”. After some request he agreed. She put a bra on his chest at night while her sister applied lipstick and makeup. He was surprised to see me and my daughters standing inthe room and laughing at him. He never thought that we will come into the room before he wake up.
Kuljit teased him” Jiju, why did you not wear my skirt but instead a salwar kammez, You are very naughty”. He was all shy and ashamed. I told him that he will have to co operate with me if he dont want me to tell the secret to others. I told him that he will have to wear a hairwig. He” Please, dont do it with me” Both my daughters holded his hand while i put the hairwig on his head. He was embarrassed with shame.
I told him that he will have to stay at my home once every month or else his secret will be out. My son-in-law is so nice with me and never tease my younger daughter too. Its fun to dress a Son-in-law like a girl.