20-10-2019, 02:00 PM
Nikhil’s change ( Nikhil speaks)
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Though born as a boy, I have had the desire to dress up as a woman right after I fell in love with
Sonia. My mother were outside the house mostly , I would wear my mother’s left over clothes
such as bras, panties, salwar kameez, and occasionally, a sari which she does not wear now a
days. I grew my hair long enough to have a ponytail.
After I failed in mid term, I was taught by an English teacher named Meena. She was in her 30s
and she was extremely pretty and she would mostly wear salwar suits and plain colored saris.
She was unmarried and whenever I would see her in these outfits, I felt curious and jealous. I
wanted to know what it was like to be like her.
My english grades were poor in middle college, so my mother arranged for me to go to her
Tuitions. Meena madam took a liking to me and she would constantly pull my leg because I
would be a tad shy during her classes. As tests approached, the frequency of tuitions increased.
One day, there was heavy rain. Since I didn’t want to miss any chance of spending time with my
favorite teacher, I still decided to go to the class. By the time I reached madam’s residence, I was
completely drenched in water and dirt.
When madam opened the door, she sighed “You shouldn’t have come!! There are heavy rains
out there. It would have been fine if you missed a class. Anyways no problem , come in. You
need to bath and a change of clothes or else you’ll catch a cold.”
“By the way you can use whatever soaps,shampoos and cream as you please ” added Meena
madam. I spent a good thirty minutes reveling in the girly lotions and soaps madam had; I was
already feeling like a woman. After drying myself, I came out of the bathroom, with a towel
wrapped around my body. I was searching for my clothes. I asked madam where my clothes
were.
She replied that it was put on a hanger on a bed. I checked the clothes : There was a light pink
salwar kameez and a purple panty waiting for me! I got excited and immidiately got a hard on. I
pretended to be disappointed and asked madam ” Are you sure that’s the right outfit? Looks like
you have given me a salwar kameez.”
She replied ” I’m sorry dear, I dont have male clothes. You have no other option but to wear it or
else you’ll feel cold”. With immense happiness, I put on the dress.
I wished that Madam had put out a bra. I would have had the feeling of having breasts. I came to
living room where madam was seated. I pretended to be shy and embarassed. Madam recognized
my expression and she said that the salwar kameez and its color suited me very well.
I blushed easily. She joked that I was being like a girl and maybe I was meant to be one. I
blushed harder and she laughed.
Being in the salwar kameez made me feel very feminine; I enjoyed every second of it. On the
other hand, it was extremely difficult to control my hard-on. My mind was racing with thoughts.
I did not know what to tell. Despite this, I told madam that I really enjoyed wearing this outfit
and I ended up telling her that I cross-dress and I have been doing it for a long time. She was
amazed, not shocked and she replied that she always thought I was a feminine boy. Hearing this,
I was not suprised at all. But madam did not think of femininity being a bad thing to me. She ,in
fact encouraged me to be myself.
She asked me if something was bothering me. I replied that I wanted to wear a bra and I did not
know how to ask you for it. Hearing this, she immediately took me to her bedroom and she
showed her collection of bras from her wardrobe. Seeing this made me feel as if I was in heaven.
I ended up opting for a purple padded bra.
She remarked “I love your choice, dear”. With her help, I put on the bra and ma’am put some
socks in my bra so that I could feel womanly. She then applied some eyeliner, blush and lipstick
on my face, and then she took a medium sized black bindi and put it on my forehead.
She tied my hair into a pony and then showed me in front of the mirror. I was very happy to see
that I looked like a woman. Meena madam then said that I could wear women’s dresses every
time I would come for the class. She was willing to have a separate time slot for me. Hearing
this, we hugged each other like sisters.
We then spent time watching Indian television shows and then I helped her make snacks and tea.
She appreciated my desire to help her and said that I would be very good at being a housewife.
Later on, at my request, Meena helped me wear a sari; a black colored one with a red border and
black blouse. I felt extremely happy and felt like wearing it for the entire day. Soon, the rains
stopped and sadly I had to return back home. I wanted to be a woman for the entire day. She
asked for any role model, I spilled all about our love between Sonia and me and how I promised
I will be her male housewife and she will be houseowner. Madam praised for my determination,
also supported my decision to leave my study, but she encouraged me to read novels magazines
so I will be more romantic dreamy. She has good colection of novels many feminist novels from
India and around the globe.
In the next classes onwards, I only wore women’s clothes ( a black salwar suit , a black bra and
black panty which madam gifted me). Not only the desire for feminity increased, so did my
english marks, my novels reading enhanced my emotional attachments. She acted like a elder
sister, she promised me she will come in my marriage like sister. I ended up topping the class in
English. She got transferred to outside another city far away near to her hometown, I miss her
much.
******************
Though born as a boy, I have had the desire to dress up as a woman right after I fell in love with
Sonia. My mother were outside the house mostly , I would wear my mother’s left over clothes
such as bras, panties, salwar kameez, and occasionally, a sari which she does not wear now a
days. I grew my hair long enough to have a ponytail.
After I failed in mid term, I was taught by an English teacher named Meena. She was in her 30s
and she was extremely pretty and she would mostly wear salwar suits and plain colored saris.
She was unmarried and whenever I would see her in these outfits, I felt curious and jealous. I
wanted to know what it was like to be like her.
My english grades were poor in middle college, so my mother arranged for me to go to her
Tuitions. Meena madam took a liking to me and she would constantly pull my leg because I
would be a tad shy during her classes. As tests approached, the frequency of tuitions increased.
One day, there was heavy rain. Since I didn’t want to miss any chance of spending time with my
favorite teacher, I still decided to go to the class. By the time I reached madam’s residence, I was
completely drenched in water and dirt.
When madam opened the door, she sighed “You shouldn’t have come!! There are heavy rains
out there. It would have been fine if you missed a class. Anyways no problem , come in. You
need to bath and a change of clothes or else you’ll catch a cold.”
“By the way you can use whatever soaps,shampoos and cream as you please ” added Meena
madam. I spent a good thirty minutes reveling in the girly lotions and soaps madam had; I was
already feeling like a woman. After drying myself, I came out of the bathroom, with a towel
wrapped around my body. I was searching for my clothes. I asked madam where my clothes
were.
She replied that it was put on a hanger on a bed. I checked the clothes : There was a light pink
salwar kameez and a purple panty waiting for me! I got excited and immidiately got a hard on. I
pretended to be disappointed and asked madam ” Are you sure that’s the right outfit? Looks like
you have given me a salwar kameez.”
She replied ” I’m sorry dear, I dont have male clothes. You have no other option but to wear it or
else you’ll feel cold”. With immense happiness, I put on the dress.
I wished that Madam had put out a bra. I would have had the feeling of having breasts. I came to
living room where madam was seated. I pretended to be shy and embarassed. Madam recognized
my expression and she said that the salwar kameez and its color suited me very well.
I blushed easily. She joked that I was being like a girl and maybe I was meant to be one. I
blushed harder and she laughed.
Being in the salwar kameez made me feel very feminine; I enjoyed every second of it. On the
other hand, it was extremely difficult to control my hard-on. My mind was racing with thoughts.
I did not know what to tell. Despite this, I told madam that I really enjoyed wearing this outfit
and I ended up telling her that I cross-dress and I have been doing it for a long time. She was
amazed, not shocked and she replied that she always thought I was a feminine boy. Hearing this,
I was not suprised at all. But madam did not think of femininity being a bad thing to me. She ,in
fact encouraged me to be myself.
She asked me if something was bothering me. I replied that I wanted to wear a bra and I did not
know how to ask you for it. Hearing this, she immediately took me to her bedroom and she
showed her collection of bras from her wardrobe. Seeing this made me feel as if I was in heaven.
I ended up opting for a purple padded bra.
She remarked “I love your choice, dear”. With her help, I put on the bra and ma’am put some
socks in my bra so that I could feel womanly. She then applied some eyeliner, blush and lipstick
on my face, and then she took a medium sized black bindi and put it on my forehead.
She tied my hair into a pony and then showed me in front of the mirror. I was very happy to see
that I looked like a woman. Meena madam then said that I could wear women’s dresses every
time I would come for the class. She was willing to have a separate time slot for me. Hearing
this, we hugged each other like sisters.
We then spent time watching Indian television shows and then I helped her make snacks and tea.
She appreciated my desire to help her and said that I would be very good at being a housewife.
Later on, at my request, Meena helped me wear a sari; a black colored one with a red border and
black blouse. I felt extremely happy and felt like wearing it for the entire day. Soon, the rains
stopped and sadly I had to return back home. I wanted to be a woman for the entire day. She
asked for any role model, I spilled all about our love between Sonia and me and how I promised
I will be her male housewife and she will be houseowner. Madam praised for my determination,
also supported my decision to leave my study, but she encouraged me to read novels magazines
so I will be more romantic dreamy. She has good colection of novels many feminist novels from
India and around the globe.
In the next classes onwards, I only wore women’s clothes ( a black salwar suit , a black bra and
black panty which madam gifted me). Not only the desire for feminity increased, so did my
english marks, my novels reading enhanced my emotional attachments. She acted like a elder
sister, she promised me she will come in my marriage like sister. I ended up topping the class in
English. She got transferred to outside another city far away near to her hometown, I miss her
much.
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