It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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Time just flied fast I was nervous as hell cause today was our wedding day. Early morning beautician had arrived and started to work on me. She put a radiant make up on me. I was looking like a perfect bride. After everything was over my MIL inserted our family nath in my nose it was bigger one like most of the brides wear during wedding it was coming almost upto my chin, caressing my red lips. I was in heaven listening to the sound of chains and bangles ghunghat rubbing my face i was taking small steps to make sure i wouldnt fall. As soon as i reached the mandap rituals started. My husband put sindoor and mangalsutra and i was oficially his for ever. I took belssings from him and other family members and elders of his side. I am sending you two pictures taken last year and I hope to hear from you or any other person that would like to talk about dressing or would like to meet and dress. Toni Shannon’s Transgender Accomplishment: The Next Step 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. Then, I got the pantyhose. I had never worn them before but always wanted to wear one. This was my best chance. So, slowly I put them on. I struggled to get it on because the alignment always got wrong. With quite a bit of effort, I finally got the pantyhose on. It was an intense feeling that I had never experienced before. I completely fell in love with how it felt on my legs. Lastly, I put on my mom’s heels and my feet could fit in them. It felt amazing. No way! I won’t.” I said angrily. “Fine, if you won’t then I will tell mom and dad what you were doing with my stuffs!” She said and turned around marching to the door.

It all started innocently enough. I never meant to do it, it just sort of happened. I got home from school, when I was in the 10th grade. I put my bag down on my desk, and noticed that mom had left the laundry basket on my bed. This was her signal that I was supposed to put the clothes away in my drawers, and bring down any dirty clothes I had. Why are all your blinds closed? What were you up to? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know” she said. When I found that my sister returned; the first thing that went through my mind was a close resemblance of the words "oh crap" ran through my mind. I still hadn't changed out of Katie's dress and my clothes were strewn over the floor. I was going to be found and instantly my mind told me to hide. I immediately jumped into the wardrobe and closed the door behind me. I remember that exact feeling when I was hiding from my sister. My heart was pounding, it felt like it was going to burst from my chest in a similar style to the Alien Quadrilogy. It would have solved some problems though, first off I would have been dead, and I wouldn't have to face my sister's wrath when she found I had tried on her clothes. She probably would have tried to resurrect my body and then kill me all over again for it. "Rain, where are you?" I could hear Katie from outside the room, and I hoped she would think I was somewhere else. This was the moment I found my sister really did have second sight. I overheard her muttering that she had shut the door to the bedroom before she left, and I foolishly left it open. She knew I would be in her room, and the fact that my clothes were left out for all to see didn't help that. "Come on Rain, I know you are in here. If you don't come out until the count of five then I will be forced to tell mum and dad," she stated with a calm and methodical voice. Katie didn't raise her tone, she didn't have to. 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 day, we got an invitation for a wedding program from a distant relative. Me and my sister were just too persistent not to go, so just my parents were going to the wedding. They would be gone for 3 days as the wedding was happening in another city quite far from where we lived. I was already planning to have some beers and chill with my friends after my parents would be gone. The wedding dates arrived and my parents left. 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. 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. I was still with a bath towel around my waist, male sarong style, not female, with it covering my bust. You both look fabulous,” said Krista, “Your cab’s here, now get off the pair of you and have a lovely lovely evening!”.

Introduction : This is story of a boy Nitesh who transforms him to a female. All the characters are Fictional. Hours passed and I was like well I can’t hide forever, ugh!! I went downstairs my mom and sister were there and it was just about dinner time. Dinner came and went with just the usual family chitchat. 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. 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. As time went by, I started to sneak into my step mother’s room more often. I tried on her outfits, her makeup and shoes. So, every time I was going to be alone in the house, I would simply dress up. I started to buy outfits, lingerie, hair wigs from online stores and kept everything hidden in my closet.Okay, I won’t tell them but from now on you have to do as I say.” She said. “Fine, just don’t tell them. I will do anything Jody, please.” I said hopelessly. “You better get changed now. Mom’s going to be home soon.” Jody said with a smile, knowing that I was completely under her control. Hello son, look who is here.” mom spoke, as I gazed at aunt Marilyn. I had always and still am, very fond of her, and fantasized about her, when in bed and in the shower. I know it is wrong, I told myself, but that was my secret.