A WEEKEND

                                                                               

Hi. My name is Anitha. Now I have been married to Mr. Arun, who was my ex boy friend and my current husband. We, both are the fashion designing graduates. During the college time, we fell in love with each other, and then married with parent’s approval. Now, we are running the garments showroom in the city where we are living.

Today, my husband went to Bangalore for a business proposal, and I was in the home felt very bored. Due to Sunday, I have no work to do. I was seeing some albums of us, and I was seeing my engagement album, what a sweet memories those are!!!

In the album, the girl was wearing dark green sari, and the boy was in formals, and many boys and girls are there around. To your extreme surprise, I say that the girl in the album was my sweetest hubby Arun, and the boy in the album was me. And one more thing, all the girls around my darling were boys and all the boys near to me on that album were girls.

Yes. Our engagement happened like that in a very different manner.  We had two engagements in our life. One is like the normal engagement, which includes our parents, relatives and other friends. The engagement we are discussing about happened in presence of our close friends.

Now, I take all to three years past, that is to my college period. You can feel that I am modern as like my name. But in real, it’s not like that. I was a very conservative girl and hail from most orthodox kind of family. In our family, girls were in such a suppressed state. All the decisions are taken by the males and females meekly follow that.

My father name is Mr. Maduhokaraj, a manager in a private firm. My mother name is Shayamala. She is a house wife. We lived in a city named Salem, which is very much famous for steel industry. My mom always dances to the tunes of my father. I often, wonder that how can a woman be like this. I asked this question even to my mom; she will simply say “you will come to know once you get married”.

But, I used to say that, no chance, and my mom will simply give a weak smile to that. I was studying in 12^th standard at that time. My dad strictly said that he expects me to score more than 1100. I worked hard for achieving that, and I scored good marks in the preliminary tests, and I wrote the main exam too well. The results came, and I scored 1111. See, what a fancy number it is.

During the exams holidays, my dad bought one computer for me and gave the internet connection too. That was the real turning point of my life; I had a chance to explore many things in my life which I never came across my life. While surfing in the net, once I got into a fashion technology site accidentally, I was really amazed by the dresses which were displayed by the designers.

I got such a huge interest towards that. Then I purposely visited many sites regarding fashion technology. And I started drawing many designs of my own. One day, I and my mom went to the temple, at that time I opened my mouth to mom in a hesitating manner. My mom found my inconvenience and asked what the matter is..

I in a pleasing tone said to her that I wish to join in Indian Institute of Fashion Technology and want to become a fashion designer. She was shocked to hear that, and immediately asked me to drop me that kind of idea out of my mind. She said to me, that she and my dad want me to become an engineer.

I pleaded to her, and after reaching home, I showed the websites regarding to Fashion Technology and I showed her my designs. She was pretty convinced with that. But, she put one question to me which disturbed me a lot. That question was “how you are going to convince your father…”

I think for long hours on that night, but didn’t have a single clue at all. The next morning I woke up at 7, and found my dad was reading newspaper. Without even brushing, I went near to him and said a good morning in a foul mouth. For that, he replied, go finish your brush and come. I did that, and went again. He inquired in his eyes that what’s the issue is?

I started telling him with fear that I wish to pursue fashion designing. He got terrified with my suggestion, and got anger towards me. He stood up and started shouting like anything. My mom came from the kitchen and helps me in rescue. But, I too was adamant in my stand, so I ran into my room and closed the door.

Hours flew away; mom came and knocks the door. I didn’t open. She shouted on me to open, but I didn’t. Then my father came and knocked, I kept mum. My mom started crying, and thought that I might have committed suicide. At that point of time, I uttered “unless until you are not permitting to pursue fashion designing, I am not going to come out or will eat anything”. My dad got furious, and mom pleaded with her. Finally dad accepted.

This is the big story of me joining in the college. I was in cloud nine at that time.  My parents made all necessary arrangements for me and they bought many things and made me joined in the college hostel itself.

Now, I tell about the story of my Mr. Imperfect (for kidding I said) Arun. He is also the single child to his parents. His father is an accounts officer and mom is a house wife. His parents showered him much amount of love. He has grown in much sophisticated manner. Despite of all the amenities and luxuries he had, he was an average student on his studies.

This made him too got fail in 12^th exam and he wrote the re exam and then cleared it. That’s the story of my beloved hubby joined in my college.

Like any other college, we too suffered from the ragging. The seniors gave a very bad time to all of us. In our college, I noticed one strange thing happened. That was, in most case the guys will be ragged severely and the girls will be ragged in a lighter manner. But in our college, it was vice versa.

We girls suffered a lot when compared with the boys.  I entered into the college at 8.45 am sharply from the hostel. I was walking towards the main block, where my class is situated. My minds are filled with the thought of getting caught by the seniors. My dad gave enough advice and he said many experiences about the ragging. This made me more furious. He asked me to complain to the principal, if any one ragged me.

To my bad luck, within 5 minutes, a bunch of boys and girls called me towards them. I was walking towards them with much fear. At that time, I was wearing green salwar. One girl shouted on me “hey green, why you are walking like the bride entering into the first night room...” For this everyone laughed, and I reached them.

They asked my name, department, bla bla bla… One guy with spectacles scanned me from the top to bottom. I realized that he was seeing me, but I kept mum due to the fear. I was wearing salwar, and my hair had been combed in a single plait with jasmine strands on it. I was wearing a bindi in red color, and dangling ear rings, and bangles on both the hands more than dozen in count.

He asked me where you from?

I: From Salem brother. After hearing this everyone started laughing except the guy who questioned me. He became much furious and asked me to call by referring sir.

I corrected myself and said Salem sir. He continued, you are coming to the college which is very much famous for fashion in this city Bangalore. But, you are coming to the college like a silly village girl and insulting the name of the college.

I kept mum. One girl shouted, open the mouth idiot. I said, my parents are very strict and they will be always saying that a girl should dress like this. By hearing this all again laughed. The girl who was in the corner asked me, so is u saying that I am not a girl…

I noticed her; she was wearing jeans and denim shirt. I immediately replied, madam I didn’t mention like that, but I am girl who loves to wear salwar.

They were speaking within themselves, and I was standing in front of them with my feet’s were trembling due to fear. That center guy starts, so, today your task is to be and behave like a boy till the evening.

I was confused, and I said I don’t understand what you are saying exactly. He added, today our girls will dress you like a guy, so will be wearing the pant shirt all today and attending the classes. I became terrified with the task, which I was supposed to do.

I started pleading to them, one girl came closer to me, and holds my throat, and I was shell shocked due to this. Better you compile with us, don’t create unwanted seen here. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe, she finished. I started crying. One guy said, if you try to complain to the professors or management, then today will be the first and last day of our college life, even the principal of this college can’t to do as anything.

I thought for a minute, if I opposed them, they will not be allow to study freely, and if I complained to the college officials, that will be creating big issue over, and it will come into dad’s vision. So, he will not be allowing me to study.

So, I ready to cooperate with them. I said I agreed sir. One girl came forward on patted on my cheeks and said, “Good boy”. I felt inconvenient with the word boy, but I managed and said thanks madam.

They discussed among themselves, and at that point of time, one guy wearing green shirt and cream color pant was crossing us. A senior girl, shouted hey green come here. He turned back, and approached us.

That was the first meeting between me and my arun. I noticed him; his face was clean shaven with no hair anywhere. And he was in a slim structure. Seniors asked the same kind of questions to him too. I wondered within myself, wont they change their style of getting intro from the junior students… I realized that he too joined in fashion technology only, this made me somewhat feel better.

One senior said, well look junior and she is anitha, your classmate. He said a weak hello to me, and I replied to him by nodding my head. Fortunately or unfortunately, you both wear same color dress for your first day college. Senior continued, Anita’s task is to dress and behave like a boy, so she needs a boys complete set of dress. As you are in the same dress, we choose you to lend your dress to her, and wear her dress for today.

By hearing this, both of them got 1000 watts shock on our body, and immediately replied no at a same time. By seeing our expression, one senior came front to arun, slapped him hard on his face, and due to this sudden blow, arun got fallen in the ground. While he getting up, I noticed his face, his eyes are filled with tears. By seeing this all made a good laugh, and one girl commented, he is the best choice to be converted as a girl.

We both stood still, and arun was rubbing his cheek in order to reduce his pain. Another senior came forward, and held both of arun’s hand with his one hand, and removed arun’s pant. We were terrified due to this thing.

Arun was standing on his brown color undies. I felt it was much embracing to a guy, to stand in front of the girls in undies. He was crying due to shame, and one girl warned me, “next is you to stand like this by pointing me and approached”.

We both immediately blurt out; we will do whatever you said. The seniors felt happy by seeing our decision. We look in each of us face, and there was no reaction on his face.

First, one senior picked arun and went into their car which was parked near the place, where we are standing. Within 5 minutes, the senior returned with the plastic bag contains all the dresses of arun. I thought that, arun was being nude inside the car.

Then, one girl accompanied and took me to the girl’s toilet. See, the first place which I enter into my college was the toilet. She pushed me inside and asked me to strip my clothes away. I hesitated, she immediately raised her hands and start pulling my hair, I screamed in pain. She said, if you are not obeying me, then you will get nicely from me.

I imagine my situation, and started striping my clothes one by one.  I became nude in two minutes. I bent and joined both my legs together and covered my pussy, and crossed my hands in the shape of x to cover my breasts. By seeing this, the senior girl started laughing and said, “You are a real hot chick”.

Then she gave me that plastic bag, which contains arun’s dress. I opened it and took the vest initially. And I started wearing that, that was the first time in my life that I was wearing a vest, that too which was used by another guy whom I don’t know too except his name.

Next, I took the brief. I felt like vomiting, I felt much irritating due to my touch with it. By closing my eyes and I bent down and put it. Then I wore the cream color trouser, which was over size to me, so I managed with the belt.  My senior, gave me one hand towel to me. I looked perplexed. She said it is to hide your breasts, I still looked her confusedly. She herself put that towel in between my breasts and pinned it up. So my breasts looked like a flat chest. Finally I put on the shirt and tuck in it with the help of the belt.

Senior girl ask me to remove all of my jewels. I hesitated, she said if you are wearing this jewels with this costume means, every will consider you as mad and will throw stones on you. She asked me to put the chain which I was wearing into my bag. I did the same; she got the silver anklets, glass bangles, and my ear rings. I wore Arun’s titan watch. Finally I wore his socks, and then the shoe. The shoe was over size for me, but I managed somehow.

I came to the ground. That was the first time in my life, that I was wearing that kind of clothes in my life time ever. By seeing me, all of the seniors clapped their hands as together. Then that senior boy took my dresses and went inside the car, after five minutes two more girls went inside the car. In their, group there was one Sikh, he opened his bag and gave me one turban to me. I wore it too. So I looked like a guy properly. The trouser was a loose fit for me, so my back was not exposed as much.

One senior asked me what’s your name.. For that I replied anitha, for that she said now you are a guy, and now your name is arun, not anitha. Then again she asked me what’s your name, I replied arun, for that she clapped. Minutes flowed off, and we were waiting, at that time one senior approached me, and took something from his jeans pocket, I realized it was cigarette. He asked me to hold it on my mouth, for that everyone laughed heavily and clapped their hands as together.

I kept mum, and looked at ground, he again repeated in the raiser voice. I pleaded him to stop, what he was doing with me. He got tensed with that, and shouts are you going to do that or not?

For that I replied no. Within a second I received a mighty slap from him. I realized that they are capable of doing anything, so I took from his hand and put in between my lips. I felt irritated to the core; I cursed my fate for that. What else can I do at that time?

One senior girl rushed and lighted that cigarette. My puff created burning sensation to me, I coughed heavily and I felt that my lungs are going to come out through my mouth.  Due to that cough, cigarette got slipped from my fingers and fell on the ground.

For that I received another hard slap from that same senior guy. I thought within myself, “even the guy arun got only one slap, I despite of being the girl got two hard slaps from the guy. Then once again, he placed new cigarette and lighted it. This time I felt somewhat better than my previous attempt to smoke, even though I choked heavily, I hold the cigarette tightly on my fingers. I saw many actors smoking in television and movies, so I was keeping the cigarette out and in on my mouth.  I realized that, now the cigarette size had been reduced, and it was reaching near to that yellow end.

I heard the sound of the footsteps behind me. I turned back with the cigarette is placed in between my lips and all looked in the same direction where I see. Arun was wearing my salwar, and he looked somewhat good in that too. He came near to us, all were stand up and laughing. I too felt like laughing, but I controlled within myself. I scanned him from top to toe, his hair was combed with center partition as girls do, and he was wearing my clip on dangling ear rings. It touched his shoulder. Then I was amazed to see that he does have breast, which was firm and rounder in shape. One senior boy asked his friend, “what you had did for his breast, for that one girl who went inside the car said; we add sand on the socks and put on his bra. I started sight seeing him once again, his hands were adored with glass bangles, and I found that his nails are polished both in hands and as well as in toes, and he was wearing my anklets too and standing with my flat slippers. He looked perfect as a girl except the hair.

And arun was standing in front of me in two feet’s, and I was unable to hold the cigarette on my mouth, I took it by using my fingers, and the smoke released. Arun waved his hands in front of his face, in order to move the smoke around him. One girl took the shawl and covered on arun’s face, and it looks like he was wearing the veil as north Indian girls do.

This made him to look like a girl from top to toe, and that too in an acceptable range.  Now we both stood near to each other, facing the seniors. If anyone from back look means, we will be looking like a normal guy and girl.

They ask the name to arun, and he blurred a..r..u..n. One girl said, hey bitch, you are wearing the girl’s dress and saying your name as arun, and say it properly she conclude. Arun then said as priya, by hearing this everyone laughed, then that same girl continued, “priya doesn’t suits you, and anitha is your name. Arun nodded his head, and said “my name is anitha”.

Everyone laughed after hearing this. Then they ask us to go to our respective classes. I saw the watch, and the time was 10.15. The class timing is 9 – 1. Already one hour fifteen minutes passed away, and one senior girl escorted us to the class.

We reached our class within 5 minutes. I looked into the classroom, one madam was writing something on the board. Our senior said excuse and went inside, and we followed her. Every one’s attention falls on us. It was very much hurting for me to stand like that in front of my own classmates. I thought how I am going to be them with for all three years.

Senior introduced me as arun and arun as anitha to the professor and we said good morning madam to the professor, and the professor nodded her head. I felt arun was in a much embraced state. He put his head down, and never raised it up. I saw the students, some boys were sitting topless and in some girls face there were a mustache, and senior asked arun to sit on the first bench, he moved like a swan. The class was divided into two sides, one side for boys and one side for girls.

A pretty girl with spectacles was sitting on the corner of the first bench, as she moves a little, arun sat with her. Then she pointed me to sit on the last bench along with boys. I hesitated. She forcibly pulls my hand and made me sit on the first bench. Then, finally she gave me the warning, which we should be sitting like in the same manner all the day, and further continued that they will check us at any time.

She said “bye junior slaves” and went out.  Professor called us, we went to the podium. I noticed that arun’s eyes are filled with tear drops. By seeing that, professor madam took her hand kerchief and wiped his face. Then she asks to give our intro, as per our original gender. We did that same, she ask us to get back into our places.

Professor continued speaking, I know that this will much hurting for you students, in this college ragging is still alive, my sincere request is to you is that, please compile with your senior’s orders. They are the son’s and daughters of the politicians and big business mans. They have more power and money with them, and management can’t take any kind of action against them.

Then she took the communication class for us, and the interval break came. All the students were chatting with each other’s and getting theirs intro. It was a fifteen minutes break. I felt like to urinate, and approached one girl and spoke with her. She said her name is krithiga. She said I looked as handsome. Her face is painted with mustache and beard. I asked her that “shall we go to restroom”. She said yes and we moved there. On the way, I noticed that many girls are ragged worse while comparing with the boys.

We went inside the restroom, all looked me strangely and many starred me. One girl started shouting on me. Then krithiga explained to them, that I was a girl and removed my turban and showed to them.  We finished the peeing, it was a different feeling to sit and pee with the pant.

We came back to class, and my eyes searched arun, and found him that he was chatting with the boys. I felt happy for his recovery. Then one more session went, and the lunch period came. The seniors came to our class, and called my name and arun’s name. They asked us to follow, we were in shock again. They took us to the canteen, and gave us the food to eat. They asked arun to feed food to me, for that he hesitated and one senior gave a bash on his back. Senior pulled arun’s hand and took it near to my mouth, I kept mum.  Seniors asked to open my mouth, I didn’t. I received my third slap on the same day.

Finally, arun feed to me. Everyone laughed and some seniors took photos of this. We begged them to not to take photos, but they ignored our pleadings.

They now left us, and one senior said now you can sit with the boys pointing arun and we said thanks to that.  They ordered us to meet at the car park after the class got over.

 In the afternoon session, I almost spoke with every girl in my class. I got close with some girls specifically and their names are Anusha, Laxmi priya, Suganya, Sangeetha Priya, and Mythili.  I spoke to some boys too.  The evening came, and we met the seniors and they were happy with our performance. They asked us change the dress, and arun first gave my clothes and then I gave his clothes. After changing to my dress only I got my breath back.

I went into the hostel. It looks strange for me. I found my roommates and got surprised. They are anusha, sangeetha, and krithiga. Laxmi, mythili and suganya shared the room next to us.  In the evening after having the snacks, we were just describing about our ragging experiences to each other. My dad called me, and I spoke with him and then I spoke with my mom. I didn’t tell anything about the ragging to them.

We all went to the common dining hall, and had our dinner at 9 and came to our room at 9.45. We were just talking, and suddenly we heard some noise outside, and someone was banging our door hardly. We opened the doors, and it was none other than our bloody seniors.

All the junior girls were assembled in the hostel ground, and seniors introduced themselves to us. Then one girl named gayatri spoke. She said that she was the hostel leader, and introduced her associates to us. Then she started explaining about the rules and regulations of the hostel to us.

As she continues,

1.       All junior girls should treat seniors with respect by referring madam.

2.       No should tell the things happening in the hostel to the outsiders.

3.       All the doors of the juniors should be kept open at any point of times, as there were only girls.

4.       The seniors have the complete authority to punish or rag any of the junior in any manner.

5.       All the properties of juniors can be used or acquired by the seniors.

Now they ask us to disperse, and individually started ragging. We six girls moved aside on the way near the water tank. One girl came and stood in front of us. I looked at her; she was looking like such an innocent and homely girl. I thought that she is going to help us in escaping from the ragging. But, she proved my thinking was absolutely wrong within a minute. She whistled, and within few seconds a bunch of girls came and surround us.

Senior girls took us to their room in the second floor and locked the door. They asked us to give self introduction, and we did the same. Then, they ask the questions about sex and about fucking to us. We were unable to answer. Mostly we kept mum to their questions. One senior opened the laptop and plays one sex video. They asked us to watch, and that was the first time for me to watch that kind of sex video in my entire life.

After the video got over, they asked us the questions about that video. Laxmi, mythili and suganya said some answers. And they asked the questions to us, we three kept mum and this made the seniors to get angered. One senior girl said “you fucking bitches now remove all your dresses”. We were shocked due to that.

We stood by facing the ground for two more minutes. Seniors got more angered, and one girl removed the belt from the hanger and start beating on us. We jumped here and there and screamed due to the pain.

And one blow, made mythili to bleed, and she was crying due to pain, but the seniors didn’t care anything about the bleeding and all. Mythili was the first person to remove her nighty. By seeing that, senior girls laughed and stop beating us. We felt somewhat getting our breath back. Then we all removed our dress, and stood in the inner wears. One senior girl came close to me, and put her fingers inside my bra and rubbed it up and down.

Another girl reached suganya, and removed suganya’s panty forcibly. Suganya tried to cover her pussy by hiding it with her hands. The senior girl, took both of the suganya’s hand upside, and another senior came and insert her three fingers into suganya’s pain. Suganya screamed in pain.

Then, the seniors all pulled our inner wears and we six girls stood completely nude. I looked at my friends, and they too looked on me. It was the first time for us to see this and all. Then the seniors asked us to do 50 sit ups and for disobedience. We did it with extreme difficulty. After that, one senior kissed laxmi on her lips, and another senior girl hugged sangeetha tightly and started spreading all over her body.

Dress 2

I came out of the room and went to the hall. To my surprise, Arun was seeing his appearance in the full size mirror in the hall.

I went behind him, and caught hold of his waist. He was shocked to see my sudden outburst. At first he was unable to recognize whom am i..

Arun said “You are handsome priya”. I replied “Thank you madam”. He felt somewhat inconvenient with the word ‘madam’.

 I wore his elevated shoes, and he was standing on his bare foot. So I looked little taller than him. It gave me some kind of strange feeling to me.

The time was 8.20 now. Suddenly I got an idea, and rushed to the door. I wore one of his cap as well  as his goggle. He asked “priya, where are you going now”..

I replied “I will be back within a hour darling”. I noticed his face, it was in reddish color, I don’t know that redness came due to anger or due to shyness.

Luckily it was the night time, so most of the people in my apartment are inside their homes. Because, everyone in our apartment known me well. It will be embarrassing  for me, if the people seen me in this costume.

I took the car and went to the main road. There I know one fancy dress showroom. It will be closed by 9 o clock. So I walk and ran to towards the showroom.

The shopkeeper welcomed me, and asked “what do you want sir?”.

It was like a blow in my mind. Me sir... He called for twice and then I came back into the senses. I respond immediately, I need a long wig for the fancy dress competition.

He replied whether the wig is for you?

I had tied my long hair in bun and that to were hidden beneath the cap. So I said yes.

He had shown me some varieties and all were sticky. So I asked “if anything looks like a real hair..”

Shopkeeper had told sir, but it will cost rs.3000, is it ok for you?

I immediately asked him to pack it. He further continued, you are having flat chest, if you dressed like a lady it will not be nice as much. So if you don’t mind, shall I show you one thing..

I wonder “flat chest”… Arun will always praise about the size and shape of my breast. But this guy, saying me I am having flat chest. I laughed inside.

He had took one box and some Arabic letters were written on that box. I asked what is this?. He replied, this is the false silicon breast. We had imported this from Saudi Arabia. You can just paste this on your chest with this gum, and can take also easily by using this plastic stick.

I asked the price and he said 5999 only. I had Arun’s credit card with me and the rate was not at all a problem. So I bought that also for my lovely hubby.

While returning on the way to my flat, I saw one small girl aged around 7 is begging the walkers for buying the jasmine flower. I felt pity on her, I had stopped the car near to her, and bought the entire basket and gave her rs.1000. She cried in happiness and shook my hands and said “thanks anna (brother), I will never forgot you”.

I rushed my car. Within 10 minutes I knocked the door of my flat. After two minutes of knocking, my hubby opened the door. I asked him, what are you doing madam for this much time. Then only I noticed, he was wearing only my tops and panty, for the first time in my life I saw his hairless thigh. It was amazing to see.

I felt little wetness on my brief. I pushed him towards the wall of the hall, and gave a lip to lip kiss to him. He was standing on his toe, and I crushed him totally, and he was sweating profusely.

He somehow managed to get rid of my hold , and said “idiot, at least close the door and do whatever you want”.

After closing the door, Arun asked me “where did you went , and what is this parcel?”

I said simply, you will know de.

He opened his jaw in shock,” de” …. Why are you calling me as de as like referring a women, he said in a complaining tone.

I thought in my mind, he is adapting to the new situation of my wife.

I replied, you are a girl and my sexy wife tonight, so calling you “de” is not a big matter of concern.

He was lying in the sofa, and I had thrown the cap, then I removed my shirt and he was very much excited due to this.

I got rid of my jeans, and I stood in vests and brief in front of him. I saw the tent on his panty, and I went near to him and took the salwar tops, and he was standing on a bra and panty, but his bra was empty.

Within a minute and after we both were in a state of nude, and I escorted him to the bathroom. There we get down into the bath dub and I splashed hot water on his body, and I soaped him all over. Once again, I shaved all his body to get all the tiny hairs. He had shut his eyes, due to pleasure and his hands were massaging my breasts.

I took the turmeric paste and applied all over his body, he identifies the smell and opened his eyes , and shouted “ what are you doing priya, why are applying turmeric, then the hairs will not grow once again”

I said calmly, I too want that only. Then immediately I kissed his penis. It was in yellowish color, due to turmeric paste. Imagine yellow penis.

Then after one hour bath, we came out. The time was 10. We were starving and in absolute hunger. Suddenly one idea stroked me, and said “listen arun, for a change let we have a dinner tonight in a state of nude”.

He too like the concept and we ate our dinner happily. While eating he drop some chutney on my breast and took it along with his dosa. He also licked it well.

Then we went to the bedroom, and I made him to sit in front of the dressing table.  I started the dressing of my wife.

First I sprayed him the perfume which I will use and then I opened the parcel, and took the breast. He wondered to see the breast, which almost looks like the real one.

I said it is the temporary breast, which I had specially brought for  you darling, by using this adhesive we can stick this on your chest. Now I too will get a chance to message your breast.

He immediately blushed after hearing this. I love to see his blushing. He was very cute at that time than ever before.

It was a 36d size breast, and it almost suited along with his color. I pressed his breast hard, and it create lot of sensation and chain like reactions for both of us.

I put on the white bra on him, and it showed his cleavage wonderfully. It was a nice feeling to see my own husband’s sexy cleavage. I put my finger on his breast and rubbed it twice up and down.

During all this activities, his penis stood in a attention position.

Then I made him to wear panties. I painted all his twenty nails with nail polish. Then I inserted the metti (toe rings) on his fingers, he liked the feeling and moved his legs this side and that side often.

Then I draped him in salwar kammeez and pant. His breast was very much displayed on green color salwar.

I wondered about one thing, during all this process of dressing him, he never opposed even in a slighter manner, this shows how much he is interested in dressing.

I too felt excited. Then I put the wig on his head and braid it in a traditional manner. Then I stick bindi on his forehead, and I kept the kumkum on the partition of his hair( as a sign of married women).

He looked fabulous as a women, I inserted the bangles on his hands. Luckily both of us are slim and look alike. So it was easier for me to transform him into femme. I made him to wear hanging long clip on ear rings.

Finally I dressed in jeans and shirt as like before. I opened my shirt button, and took my mangalsutra and put it on his neck. He blurted “why you have done like this? A married lady should not remove her mangalsutra while her husband is alive”.

I smiled notoriously and said, while we are having sex last night, you removed my mangalsutra while licking, and I said the same statement. Now you are repeating it.

He put his head down and laughed mischiefly.

Then finally I applied lipstick on his lips. He was looking perfectly as a modern wife in salwar. I cannot ignore his beauty, and I was ready to loss anything for my dear.

I called him as aruna (female version of arun). And he replied by calling me as ennanga ( as like as ji in order to give respect to husband and for elders).

Then we lied on the bed, and I removed her/his clothes, and I took him completely, it was a real thrill for me to be on a top while having sex with arun.

He behave like as he was the lady , and I behave like the men.

We both slept happily, and we woke up early in the morning by six, as our routine. I asked him to took two days leave, so we can enjoy four days holiday including weekends, he too accepted. His bindi was not there in his forehead, and the flowers were meshed, and his clothes became shrunken.  Once again we took the bath, and I dressed him up again, but now in the silk saree, arun felt very much uncomfortable in the saree, as he was new to it.

It was the red color saree with golden borders, and I wore it on the day of our marriage. Now, he looked like a south Indian traditional house wife, with all kind of jewels and accessories.

I once again took the jeans of him for wearing, but aruna stopped me and said “please wear the formals for my sake”.

I was unable to make my wife disappointed. So I wore the Park Avenue grey shirt and crocodile cream pant. Both were oversize for me, but I managed.

Then I thought of preparing tea for both of us. Aruna stopped me and went inside the kitchen for preparing the tea. I was amazed by seeing her transformation.

Within two minutes, she carried a tray and approached me like a angel. I took the tea from the tray and sipped it, it was great in tasted. I kissed on his fore head. Arun stayed alone before our marriage for two years, and he knows to do all kind of house hold chores, and he is a good cook.

Then I said, hey aruna, tea has never been good since our marriage, so can you please be my house wife for this four days and do all house works. He very well accepted, with one condition, that I should behave manly with her in all aspects. I accepted her condition.

Aruna went to the entrance of our flat to put a rangoli, and I enjoyed her back as well here as rangoli. I became busy in reading news paper, and watching news.( it’s my wife’s order to watch only sports and news as like a men). So I missed all the serials and songs.

He had made noodles for me, and he served me while I was eating. It was a nice experience for me. I really enjoyed it well. Then, he too ate in the same plate, which I had used without washing. (it’s the custom of hindu women to eat in their husband’s plates without washing).

Then he swept and mopped all the floors. I enjoyed all his movements, and his ornaments were making a jingle which I really liked. I was admired by her activities as a women. Then I played the video games and aruna prepared the non veg for the afternoon, and it was like a divine food mixed with love and affection.

We had a good nap in the afternoon, he slept in the left side of me, and I hugged him tightly, and he slowly said his wish to be getting fucked by me. I asked him” how it can be possible”.

He had showed me the results from Google, and shown me the videos and pictures of dildo (artificial penis).

We searched the agent of sex toy’s number in our city, and we placed a order. Within two hours, he delivered a real like artificial penis with false testes and balls.

We checked and then paid the amount of rs. 10k to him. In the evening, we planned to go out. Aruna got feared and I did a mini world war with him, to take him out. We went to one of the posh restaurant in our city, and sat in a corner table. He was very much conscious about the surroundings and he was in a restless situation.

But to his shock, no one looked him differently, even one college girl asked a time to aruna, and in a very low voice he replied to that girl, this gives some sort of confidence to him.

We roamed many places after our dinner, and came back to home by 09.30. We were ready for our official second first night.

She was changed herself into another silk saree in blue color, and I changed into dhoti and shirt. I waited for him. He came slowly by keeping his feet one by one and came as a beautiful  bride.

I took many pictures of him. He blushes more and more. Then he felt on my leg as per as the custom of Hindus. I felt like a current shock, while his fingers touched my legs.

I left him slowly and made him to sit near me, and he gave me a milk and I return the half to him. He drank it with shy. Then I opened his sari, and threw it away. It was pleasant to see him on blouse and petticoat, I crushed his breast and started pressing at hard as like the men.

He cannot afford the pressure and creates more pain to him. His beauty makes me more aggressive towards him, and I threw his blouse and took his breast on my hand. Meanwhile, he removed my clothes and I was in vest and brief, while my dildo peeking its head out of my brief.

I make him naked, and it was lovely to see him nude with long hair with jasmine, covering his ass and swear all over his body parts, and standing penis.

I made him to kneel down, as like a school child. And, I put the lock on his necks by using my legs like a x shape.

I opened my brief, and my dildo swung and came out , and I took it near to his mouth and ask him to suck. But aruna, refused to do as I said, and I was in no mood to listen his reassignment, so I pushed his hair towards my penis. But he shown strength, and I unknowingly slapped arun for the first time in my life.

It was a mighty blow for a men as well as for a husband. He was shocked due to this and tears came from his eyes. But I was not In a state to listen to his sorrow, so I pushed my dick into his mouth and he felt difficult to breath, and I pushed more into his throat.

He sucked slowly and then I slapped him once again to suck faster, he did as I said, and within 15 minutes, he started sucking like a expert slut, so I became very much excited and my pussy started flowing its semen, and through the dildo it came into the mouth of arun. (note : I never sucked his penis till today, and he got the opportunity first).

Then I made him to lie near to me on the bed, and I started licking all over his body, and massaged the breast and penis. I lie on his breast and started kissing his lips, I bite his lips harder, and he started screaming, again I slapped him hardly for the third time on the same night.

It started bleeding on the edge of his lip, and I inserted my tounge on his mouth, and liked his blood too. Then the real session started. I made arun, to lie on his back and inserted the penis on his asshole for the first time. It was a great feeling to be in control.

But for him, it was a extreme pain. He screamed heavily and I inserted the bra on his mouth inorder to avoid his scream.

I inserted the dildo more deeply and started thrusting more and more in speed. Within 10 minutes I really fucked him off.

I slept heavily due to this strong sex session. In the morning I woke up around 8 o clock, to my surprise arun was not near to me, he was sitting on the stairs by burying his head on his thighs, and his hair were spread all over his back.

I went near to him, and heard the weeping sound. I got shocked and lift him, his eyes were red due to continuous weeping, and I consoled him and asked for the reason.

He complained about the mishandling of him by me during yesterday night. Then only I realized the fact that I had slapped him thrice. This made me to felt bad, and I too started crying, and I immediately felt on his legs and ask him to forgive.

He respond immediately by lifting me, and said “husband should not fall on his wife’s legs”. And he smiled and said , anyhow I like your dominance towards me, and I wish to be in control.

Still I didn’t removed my penis, and It was hanging around my pussy, and we had one more dirty morning session, and we had spent a couple more days as a intimate couple.

We had went to movie in the night following day, and during interval, arun felt like urinating, and I took him to the ladies bathroom, and to my luck and to his bad luck, there were no female around in the toilet at that time.

I enjoyed him in the dark of the theater. And this four days were a golden days in our life.

Monday came, once again we came back to our originality, and aruna felt hard to come back as normal male. So from that week, we spent the weekends as role reversal, and aruna enjoyed more being house wife on Sundays  than me. A year had passed away, and this brings more physical intimacy and relational bonding between us.

                                   REVERSE YOUR ROLE WITH YOUR PARTNER AND ENJOY THE LIFE.

Dress

Hi sisters. I am Lakshmi priya. I had been married with my husband Arun for one and half years. We are leading a very happy and progressive life. My hubby is working in an international news channel as a program executive director. His career graph is very much progressive as well as impressive. His parents are living in a same city separately, and my parents are living 100 kilometers away, from where we are living.

It was a arranged marriage between us. We both hail from respectful orthodox families. We came to know about each other only after our marriage. I was a M.B.A graduate. But, I don’t wish to work. I always love to be a house wife. So I am staying in home as per my wish. But the problem came after one month of my marriage, which was loneliness. Arun use to go to office by 9 in morning and will return only in the evening.

I felt very much boring. I shared, about this with my husband. He asked to go for a job. But, I was least interested in that. So, planned to do any home based job.

I did my under graduate in software engineering. So I had planned to do web designing for few concerns. My Arun encouraged me a lot. My parent’s and in laws also supported very well to do this.

My first client came through my friend, I was very much happy as well as Arun. I got the profit of Rs. 7400 from that project. I planned to buy something for my husband as well as me. I went for a purchase and brought one brown color shirt and a jean for him and one green color salwar for me. I also bought lot of accessories for me as well as for him.

I bought from the showroom called leemas; it was a unisex showroom in my place. I kept one bag and in my hubby’s wardrobe and another bag in my wardrobe. Arun hates brown color, but I like it.

He came at night 7. We were just chit chatting. Before the dinner, I started “listen Arun, I had something for you, which I had brought from my first salary, it’s very special for us, so utilize it” I had said. He was very keen to know what it was. But, I was very diplomatic in that.

I pushed him on our bed room, and I waited for him in the hall. The clock was rotating very fast, and it became one hour. I wonder what he is doing in the room for one hour. I thought he might have slept in the room itself, so I went to the bed room and knocked the door. Arun replied “ I will come in 10 minutes”.

Once again I came to hall and start watching television. My favorite song was running on it and I deeply involved in that. I felt some one touching my shoulder, I had suddenly turned around and someone was standing wear green color salwar, which I had bought few hours back.

After two minutes only, I understood that it was Arun. His face was red due to anger. I yelled “what’s the crap is this? Why are you wearing my dress, he replied “this was the bloody dress which was there in my cupboard”.

I immediately rushed to the bedroom and opened my wardrobe; Arun’s dress was there in my cupboard. Then only I had understood. The outer cover of both the dresses are unique, by this only the bags were misplaced in our cupboards.

After realizing the fact, I felt laughter. And I was continuously laughing, after two minutes he came near to me, and asked “are you satisfied now?”.

I replied with giggling “Yes madam”.

Madam! He was shocked to hear me referring him as madam.

He was still in anger, I observed him from top to bottom. He had covered his face with duppata, like the Muslim girls will be wearing. And he is wearing my gold watch, and rings.

His fore head is adorned by my bindi. He was wearing my anklets too. Arun looked cute. I winked my eyes by seeing his face. He had shaved his mustache too. I came to know “why he took that much time to get ready”.

I told all these stories to him, he too felt laughing and both were in a lighter mood. Suddenly, I pushed him outside of the bedroom and locked the door inside. He was shocked and shouting from outside for the reason. I said I will come in 15 minutes. So, he went down.

First time after my marriage, I decided to do one thing. I took the cover and wore the vest and brief from his wardrobe, I pinned the towel in between to my breasts to hide my breasts, then I wore the shirt and jean. Jean was bit loose for me, so I managed it with the belt.

I came out of the room and went to the hall. To my surprise, Arun was seeing his appearance in the full size mirror in the hall.