It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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Next day a hindu priest was called and Natasha was dressed in red saree with lots ofjeweleries. She hadn't seen this muchjeweleries together in her life and all those were gifted to her by her MIL and she was going to wear them from now. Guests were invited for a party and both Natasha and Jivesh took blessings from elders. Jivesh was happy finally he got his dream women, Natasha was happy too but was a bit nervous. There were photographs taken everyone was enjoying, Jivesh was busy with the guests. As time went on guests started leaving and Natasha was led into their beautifully decorated bedroom. She was very emotional Oh yeah” I said. She dragged me on out of the house, and we got in the car. With every step I took, I noticed the panties. The silkiness against my skin. I felt so turned on! I couldn’t explain it. And now I was wearing them in public! Without anybody knowing! When we sat down and the waitress came out to serve us, all I could think of was the fact that I was wearing panties, just like her. worse day by day. One day she called Nitesh and told before dying she wanted to see Nitesh as girl. She handed all of her savings so Nitesh could do surgery. Nitesh didn't want to disappoint her at afterall it was her who gave him new life in this unknown land. So Nitesh decided to go for a SRS, after consulting with doctor he fixed the date. Finally the surgery was performed and after surgery it looked as if Nitesh was born as a girl. Everything looked so normal it was amazing that a guy looked so beautiful. Within a month after his surgery his mother died. But before dying she gave him a new name "Natasha". It was very hard time for Natasha specially she was left alone now with her caretaker no more there. Soon she faced financial problems, she had a house to live but had to find a job for herself. She struggled here and there but was unable to find a proper job. But after initial search she found onerestaurant who offered the job of waitress toglamorousfemales. She faced the interview was got selected for the job. Aunt Marilyn: “Now, when you need to use the bathroom, you will sit down to pee. You are now my niece, a girl. We are going to have such fun, while you are here. Oh you’re going to see some change in you. ”

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At some point, Andy had disappeared into the dressing room, where obviously some sort of magic must have had occurred because the most gorgeous radiant woman emerged! When Jivesh arrived at the airport he saw girl dressed in a light blue saree, he knew it was Natasha from very far. He approached near her both of them hugged each other. Natasha was looking like a Indian girl, she had even pierced her nose to impress her MIL.

Well we sat down to a meal and my aunt slept over that night, so we made an early start in the morning. My real name no one will ever know, but that’s my choice and want to keep my private and personal life away from prying eyes because of what I really ... Mom:“Aunt Marilyn, is here, to ask you, if you would like to spend some of your days off work, at her home.”

The Path to Transition

Also often will wear panties and pantyhose at work under my male clothes just for the thrill of it. Or perhaps a butt plug 😉 You will have to dress up like a girl and pretend to be a girl. You will only wear girl’s stuff from now. I know you want to. So, it will be fun for you too. During the spring of my freshman year at college I was completely obsessed with a girl in my Early American Lit class. All I knew about her was that her name was Anne and she didn’t much care for the poetry of Philip Freneau. I asked her out a few times after class, but my advances didn’t interest her. After a few rejections I didn’t bother anymore, but unfortunately I couldn’t get her out of my mind so easily. I was told to stand up in the middle of the room and raise my arms out to my side and hold them there and not move, my mind was racing and thinking lo... After each performer did their number, they got to choose a person from the crowd to have a drink with them. When the dancer I was talking to finished her dance, she walked over to me, took me by the hand, and led me to the floor in front of the crowd. She introduced me and told everyone that this was my first time out. Everyone cheered and I even took a bow just for the fun of it. Then we went to get our drink and I got another hug. I can say I never felt more alive than I did that night!

One of the most significant aspects of my journey has been the importance of community and support networks. Connecting with other crossdressers, joining support groups, and engaging in online communities provided a sense of belonging. These networks offered advice, shared experiences, and most importantly, a reminder that I was not alone in my journey. For the next couple of days, everything was quite normal. My sister rarely bothered me and I was pretty much over the things that happened before.We went inside the house it was big and looked nobody had lived there for few years.The house was looked after by a caretaker uncle. Now that is an interesting story. As a crossdresser, I know that it can be quite difficult to keep crossdressing habits hidden for too long, and a lot... thinking how she got parted from her parents how she lost her mother and now finally god had given her a family in return. As she was lost in her thoughts she heard the foot steps of her husband. Butterflies in her stomach she went near her husband and touched his feet. She knew about traditions and followed them. Remember the first dress I bought in a store. The embarrassment when the man on the till held it up high and shouted across to another store worker to ask the price!! Part of me though is quite thrilled when I think that people suspect.

And did we! I had no time at all to be nervous, and anyway, Sophie is so confident and experienced that I always felt in totally safe hands. She seems to know just about everyone in Brighton. The Restaurant, bars, clubs – we were greeted like old friends wherever we went and people were incredibly friendly, open, intelligent, liberal…. and always massively complimentary! It seems that Brighton’s huge LBGT family means that anyone loosely under the ‘T’ banner will always be completely welcomed. Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me.

We started to look at our relationship with new dimension straight after our marriage and finally we thought it was what both of us wanted. There are so many things to take care of we want this to be extremely personal. At home I call him Anjali just to remind him of his status. I want to make him wear something that reminds him of me, few people around the world use nose rings but it is not possible for us as our's is behind closed door relationship. It's upto me to decide what he will be wearing but I haven't yet found the suitable item. Mainly on Sundays I make him a complete women, I make him wear everything from noserings to anklets. It acts as a perfect dose for whole week. We have even agreed upon spanking if necessary but I am bit hesitant to use it. On our wedding night though I gave him few just as a reminder that I am in charge. Since than it has been almost three weeks and he has been a pretty well housewife I should say, I have been forgiving for small mistakes as he is still learning. When I was about 20, came home from college for Christmas break. One day, I thought everyone would be at work all day so I went to Target and did some shopping. I still remember like it was yesterday. Did we or did we not already decide that I would wear the yellow dress tonight and you would wear the pink one. Did we or did we not.’ In fact, almost every day I would wear Jody’s under garments. I even wore the panties to bed one night. But they were starting to smell from having been worn too many times. So I reluctantly put them in the wash. I waited a few days, and then dug through Jody’s drawers when I had a chance to find them, or a similar pair.