It is Your Honor: Crossdressing Stories

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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 ... 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. 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. 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. There is a nice Headline given to the post "Mistress Writes". I am Priya the leading women of our relationship. Things have not been so smooth in our relationship, it didn't go according to plan totally but both of us are doing our best to maintain it.

I started getting ready without wasting time. I started with makeup, then undergarments and a pink bodycon dress that I recently brought in. I finished my transformation with a blonde wig, pantyhose and high heels. It was surprising to see my reflection in the mirror as a girl. I thought I looked cute. Too bad. I had a couple of outfits now. I loved the one yellow floral dress, because it was such a soft material, and when I whirled around, it would swish against the pantyhose, and send shivers up and down my spine. I just loved it! It turned me on so much! But one day, even in full dress, it didn’t seem like enough. I wanted more! Nobody was home, so for the first time, I left my room dressed as a girl. I was *so* afraid that someone would look in the windows and see me! Later I was watching tv, my dad came and sat beside me said “I don’t understand this, will you tell me about it?”I arrived home, from work, on the Bank Holiday weekend, of Easter. The following week, I was taking days off that were owing to me, so the forecasts were good, and I was happy. As I entered the house, I heard chatter, and recognized my mom and aunt Marilyn’s voice.

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. About an hour later, aunt, telling me, as I was reading a woman’s magazine of hers, that she just be over the road, to chat to her friend for awhile. Each of my crossdressing stories has been a stepping stone on this path of personal growth. They’ve taught me about courage, resilience, and the importance of being true to oneself. They’ve shown me that our identities are not defined by societal expectations, but by who we truly are. For the first hour or so it was fantastic just to chat away. I’d never been able to do it before, and its good to talk. Then after our chat, I was shown upstairs to my beautiful B&B bedroom so that I could freshen up and then it was on to the fun part! When I was 18, I spent the summer working as an intern at an import/export company. My boss there was an older man named John Charleston, who began every sentence with ‘Hmmm,’ and used the word ‘penultimate’ to mean ‘beyond ultimate.’ (‘Hmmm, Kenneth, this is the penultimate cheesecake. Hmmm? Just try one bite.’)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! Well, I am going to tell mom and dad that you have been going through my stuffs without my permission!” Jody scolded me. I ran to get tissues to clean it all up. That was stupid of me! But for some reason, thinking of myself as a girl made me really turned on, and made me climax so easily! I wanted to be with a girl so much, but this was exciting too. I would just do both. If I could get Lynn, my crush, to go out with me, I’d still do this in my spare time. Perhaps, I could get some of her panties too. Then I’d be wearing *her* clothes. Now *that* sounded really exciting to me! Over the next few weeks, I kept dressing up. Sometimes with just the panties, but sometimes in full outfit. I stole a pair of pantyhose from the laundry room, and started wearing those too. 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. Once all together I headed for the club. I was excited about being out and not at all nervous. I was even able to drive in my heels.