On a sunday, when my wife was out for her sunday classes, I was searching my wife's almirah to take out something nice to wear. Like a woman, I was standing and thinking in front of the open almirah trying to make up my mind. Just as I picked out a nice silk saree, placed it against my chest and looked into the mirror my sister in law walked in. She understood what was on my mind and I could see mischief in her eyes.
Though I denied that I wanted to wear the saree, she simply insisted that she wanted to see me as a woman. I resisted for a while but then agreed to go along. While I took off my man clothes, had a good bath, shaved off my body hair, she handed in my wife's padded bra and padded panties though the bathroom door. Once I came out, I wore my wife's petticoat, a low-cut blouse and blue silk saree. After that I wore her payal, bangles, necklace and ear-rings. My sister-in-law combed my hair to give it a womanly look. She also made me wear heels. I thought the mixed sound of my heels and payal made me feel very sexy.
Now that my sil knew about me, there was no question of hiding it from anyone. When my wife came back I was presented to her as a new female member of the household. My wife could not control her excitement. She kissed me, felt my breasts and hit my butts playfully. I remained a woman for the whole day, but changed to a green chiffon lehanga in the evening. Now on the slightest pretext I am made to dress as per my sil's desires. She even takes me out shopping.
Three months ago my office conducted a fancy dress competition. My sil made me dress up as a typical indian house wife for it.
I dressed up at home and went to office for the evening function. At the gate, our company security could not make out who I was. How could I blame them? My hands and legs had been waxed and I was wearing a sleeveless salwar kameez. My ears had jumkas and a pearl string was on my neck. My payal and heels were obviously not part of my normal office dress!
For their sake, I switched from my female voice to male voice. Then they got convinced and let me in. As I moved away from the gate I was sure at least half of the security staff was admiring my nice and round buttocks and I did shake them a bit for that extra effect. That evening I could see lust in the eyes of many of my male colleagues as their eyes feasted on my breasts. Anyway I got the 1st prize. The function got over rather late and my boss suggested he would drop me home. It is customary in our office to extend such courtesies to woman.
As we were traveling, we started talking about my good looks as a woman. One thing lead to another and he was soon feeling up my smooth arms. Since he had a driver and it was pitch dark, he started kissing me. Then he lowered my salwar to feel my shapely thighs and legs. Then he made me play with his cock till he got satisfied.
Last month my boss, who is a civil engineer, got transferred to a dam site in a far away hill. He told our superiors to depute me as his assistant at the site. Since there was no question of taking our families to such a remote location, we were now together in the same bungalow near the construction site. It is thick forest all around. Our workers come from nearby villages after sunrise and leave before sunset. When we are alone I become the wife to my boss. Now I have my own almirah with lovely dresses, undergarments, shoes and sarees. I cook and clean for my husband. Then we watch satellite TV together. Sometimes our love-making starts on the sofa and sometimes it starts after I change for the night into something flimsy. Not a single night has he failed to enter me. Unfortunately I am one hole less than other woman, but that has not bothered us.
Though I denied that I wanted to wear the saree, she simply insisted that she wanted to see me as a woman. I resisted for a while but then agreed to go along. While I took off my man clothes, had a good bath, shaved off my body hair, she handed in my wife's padded bra and padded panties though the bathroom door. Once I came out, I wore my wife's petticoat, a low-cut blouse and blue silk saree. After that I wore her payal, bangles, necklace and ear-rings. My sister-in-law combed my hair to give it a womanly look. She also made me wear heels. I thought the mixed sound of my heels and payal made me feel very sexy.
Now that my sil knew about me, there was no question of hiding it from anyone. When my wife came back I was presented to her as a new female member of the household. My wife could not control her excitement. She kissed me, felt my breasts and hit my butts playfully. I remained a woman for the whole day, but changed to a green chiffon lehanga in the evening. Now on the slightest pretext I am made to dress as per my sil's desires. She even takes me out shopping.
Three months ago my office conducted a fancy dress competition. My sil made me dress up as a typical indian house wife for it.
I dressed up at home and went to office for the evening function. At the gate, our company security could not make out who I was. How could I blame them? My hands and legs had been waxed and I was wearing a sleeveless salwar kameez. My ears had jumkas and a pearl string was on my neck. My payal and heels were obviously not part of my normal office dress!
For their sake, I switched from my female voice to male voice. Then they got convinced and let me in. As I moved away from the gate I was sure at least half of the security staff was admiring my nice and round buttocks and I did shake them a bit for that extra effect. That evening I could see lust in the eyes of many of my male colleagues as their eyes feasted on my breasts. Anyway I got the 1st prize. The function got over rather late and my boss suggested he would drop me home. It is customary in our office to extend such courtesies to woman.
As we were traveling, we started talking about my good looks as a woman. One thing lead to another and he was soon feeling up my smooth arms. Since he had a driver and it was pitch dark, he started kissing me. Then he lowered my salwar to feel my shapely thighs and legs. Then he made me play with his cock till he got satisfied.
Last month my boss, who is a civil engineer, got transferred to a dam site in a far away hill. He told our superiors to depute me as his assistant at the site. Since there was no question of taking our families to such a remote location, we were now together in the same bungalow near the construction site. It is thick forest all around. Our workers come from nearby villages after sunrise and leave before sunset. When we are alone I become the wife to my boss. Now I have my own almirah with lovely dresses, undergarments, shoes and sarees. I cook and clean for my husband. Then we watch satellite TV together. Sometimes our love-making starts on the sofa and sometimes it starts after I change for the night into something flimsy. Not a single night has he failed to enter me. Unfortunately I am one hole less than other woman, but that has not bothered us.
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