Experience: My first saree

The experience of wearing my first saree by Naina Menon

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The sun was up high and the heat of Trivandrum in the month of June was building up. Everyone had given up on the monsoon to hit early in the year 2001. I was new to the school and had made ample amount of friends in a few months. The extra classes were held for the class to finish the syllabus and that’s why we were in school in the month of May.

It always made me jealous coming to school in civil clothes as I could see the girls in my class wearing the clothes that I desired. After the school, I reached home at around 12 and quickly changed into my mother’s old salwar kameez and roamed around the house like a young princess! I didn’t worry much as my parents were both working and came late by 5 pm. And my sister was doing her college in bangalore.

At around 2 pm, the bell rang and I knew it was our maid. Usually I used to change and open the door for her to keep my crossdressing a secret. But today, I felt let’s just open up! I opened the door and without seeing her walked back into my room. She closed the door and went on to do her work.

Naina: I used to wear my mother’s salwar kameez in my school days. But today I have my own.

In my room, I changed into my usual clothes and went up to her. I asked her if she had seen me when she entered. She replied, “yes”. So I asked if she had seen what I was wearing. She said she didn’t notice. She grew curious and asked me what was it all about.

I said that I could tell her but she would have to promise me to keep it a secret between us, to which she agreed. I ran into my room, dressed up and presented myself to her. She didn’t seem surprised, but happy! She gave me a hug and said that I looked like a cute little girl!

I helped her in some chores and asked her if she could teach me how to drape a saree. She said yes, but was concerned where I could get a blouse of my size. She promised to get a blouse for me from the market the next day. I didn’t want her to spend money for my blouse, so I gave her 50 bucks which was the cost of a simple velvet blouse those days!

Next day I was waiting eagerly for her dressed up in another salwar kameez. As she arrived, she said , “Are you ready to learn?” And started smiling. She was a woman in her late 20s, married and blessed with two kids. Yet, me and her shared a bond that no one would understand.

She used to prepare food for me in the afternoons, cleaned our house and used to give me company when no one was at home during the afternoon hours. Since no body was expected to be home, she asked me to wear the blouse and petticoat and come out when I am done.

I am happy woman today.

The blouse was black colored velvet material with golden embroidery! It was probably more than 50 bucks! I asked her why she spent the extra money from her pocket. She replied that she has two sons and when I opened up to her, she felt as if god had given her a daughter in the form of me.

She didn’t think why I was doing it, why I dressed up as a girl. She was just happy, without any reason. That’s what true love is. She dressed me up in a yellow saree that belonged to my mother and draped it in the best way possible! Once done, she moved back and said, you look so pretty! That made me blush and she gave me a hug and a peck on my head as she was taller than me by a few inches.

Even today when I drape a saree, I look into the mirror and see her legacy!

Later, this became a routine and she draped the saree for me everyday. I slowly started learning it by observing and practicing. I don’t know when I started draping it on my own and when I actually became good at it! But I give all my credit of draping a saree to my “aunt”. She left us when I was studying in class 11 to work in the UAE. I will never forget this lady and she will always remain in my heart even though it’s been more than a decade since I lost touch with her. Wherever she is, I hope she is good and spreading live and happiness! This was my story of first saree! Even today whenever I drape a saree, I look into the mirror and see her legacy!

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You are a woman too!

A man is going through a divorce. And the woman within him is the only companion he has in this difficult time.

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इस कहानी को हिंदी में पढने के लिए यहाँ क्लिक करे

She was now destined to live her life alone.

She was alone in that home. Sitting on that chair with her legs crossed, she was wearing a light satin saree and occupied with what she was doing. Her light saree was blowing under the fast moving ceiling fan. Her ill-fitted sleeves in her blouse suggested that she had recently lost a lot of weight. May be that was the reason she was fixing her other saree blouses using a needle and thread at that time. Women always like to wear snug-fitting saree blouses.  But very likely, there was another motivation behind her fixing the fitting of her saree blouses, she wanted to distract herself from something that was continuously bothering her.
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तुम भी तो एक औरत हो

एक आदमी जो तलाक के दर्द से गुज़र रहा था. अब उसके अन्दर की छुपी हुई औरत ही उसका सहारा थी इस अकेले जीवन में

कृपया ऊपर दिए हुए स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर कहानी को रेट करे!

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ज़िन्दगी ने कैसे  रंग दिखाए थे उसके जीवन में, जो उसे अकेले रहने को मजबूर होना पड़ा.

घर में वो अकेली थी. कुर्सी पर अपने पैरो को एक के ऊपर एक रखे एक हलकी सी सैटिन की साड़ी पहनी बैठी हुई वो अपने काम में मगन थी. उसकी साड़ी पंखे की तेज़ हवा में लहरा रही थी. उसकी साड़ी का ढीला ढाला ब्लाउज देख कर लग रहा था जैसे उसका वज़न पिछले कुछ समय में काफी कम हो गया है इसलिए आस्तीन अच्छी तरह से अब फिट नहीं आ रही थी. शायद इसलिए वो अपने हाथो से अपनी दूसरी साड़ियों के ब्लाउज को सुई धागे से सिलकर उनकी फिटिंग सुधार रही थी. या फिर जो उसके मन में जो उसे परेशान कर रहा था उससे वो दूर भागना चाह रही थी और ब्लाउज की फिटिंग ठीक करना तो सिर्फ एक बहाना था.

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Becoming a wife of a teacher!

A story of a brother who would do anything for his younger brother

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“Honey,please give my tiffin… I’m going to be late for school!!!” Akshay pleaded.

“Yes dear coming”.said Smita, she was looking adorable,in a purple coloured traditional saree,though she struggled a bit while handling it and cooking, Akshay was looking at her with awe.

“Wow,Samosa !!”Akshay said..”nice my wife.”

“Hey ,isn’t this the saree you wore when you first met me??” Akshay asked.

“Yes,it is” Smita said and remembered the past that changed her life.

Smitesh was a B.Com graduate,and had a little brother Aaryan,who studied in school. Smitesh’s parents had passed away and since then, both the brothers lived together. Ocassionally, Aaryan used to miss his mom dad since he was at a very tender age.

One day Aaryan was crying silently while studying in the evening. Smitesh noticed this and went and asked him, “What happened aaru?”

“Nothing bhaiya (meaning: brother in hindi).. just regular fight with friend”, Aaru lied. Smitesh sensed this.

“Tell me the truth !”

“Bhaiya, in a month at the occasion of mothers day, everyone is supposed to bring their mother as there is a function in school. I’m missing mumma and Dada…I wish they would be with us!” Aaru was crying uncontrollably.

“You will have your mother with you tomorrow, trust me, now sleep peacefully”

“But how?”

“I promise you Aaru!!”

“Thank you bhaiya”

z-126-1.jpgI went into mom and dad’s room, and opened mom’s closet. It was full of sarees. I picked the purple one. Smitesh had a parlour friend living next to his house. He went to her with the saree and told her the situation.

“So you want me to go as his mom?” asked Tanuja,the parlour girl.


“I have another idea”,said Tanuja.


“Your face is quite like your mother. I can dress you up like her”.

“Are you crazy?? People will laugh!!”, Smitesh said

“But Aaru will get his mom,think about it!!”

“Ok.. “, thinking about aaru, he immediately obliged. Aaru was too dear to him after all!!

Then started Smitesh’s transformation, his full body was waxed properly, his eyebrows were done,nails were painted, and a wig was used. After some time the breast forms were stuck on his chest and a padded bra was worn. Then the mothers blouse fit Smitesh perfectly. Then the saree ,which Tanuja made him wear, was looking beautiful. He looked just like his mother, but younger, like a woman in her twenties wearing a saree.

“Let’s call you Smita now!”, Tanuja joked!!

The next morning,when Aaru woke up he found a woman sitting next to him “Mumma!!!” he yelled with a glee.

“No Aaru,it’s your bhaiya dressed as mumma!!” said Tanuja who was standing next to Smita.

“Its not bhaiya now, it’s didi! (meaning: sister in hindi)” Aaru smiled and hugged Smitesh.

“This smile of yours means the world to me”, Smitesh said and hugged him back.

For the whole month after that till the mothers day, Smitesh practiced woman’s voice and walking style with help of Tanuja. He used to return from office and dress up in a saree so that he could practice and make Aaryan happy. He had brought a whole set of bras and panties for the process, while sarees and salwar suits and jewelry was his mother’s. Tanuja and Smitesh used to gossip on ladies serials and topics to give Smitesh the behavior and feel of a woman.

Slowly slowly due to everyday routine and Aaru’s response, he started liking dressing up, he was turning into a woman from within, he had started checking out boys with Tanuja too!! Tanuja liked the company of Smita too and did as much as she could to help her.

Smitesh began to enjoy the new found femininity.

They both went to school that day. Everyone knew that Smitesh had dressed up as a woman, but everyone accepted it due to knowing the situations depth.

Later, Aaryans English teacher called Smitesh in his cabin. His name was Akshay.. he was a young dynamic and handsome professor. Aaryan loved him to bits. Smitesh went to his cabin. Akshay was dressed in a suit for the occasion of mothers day.

“He is so handsome!!”, said Smita to herself

“Hi,it’s Smitesh right?”, Akshay asked.

“Yes,Akshay sir. Aaru talks about you, his favorite teacher a lot!!”

“Oh thank you so much.Actually I have called you here to appreciate you doing so much for Aaru. You really are a great brother.”

“Thank you!!”

“And if u don’t mind, may I say something?”, Akshay asked.

“Yeah sure, what is it?”

“You are blessed by God with very graciously feminine looks. U look hot!!”

Smita blushed, she loved the comment and spurted “Not as handsome as you are!!”

She realized what she had just said and felt afraid, after all she had let her feelings out, she thought Akshay would mind, but he didn’t.

“Can you meet me tomorrow at the plaza hotel?” Akshay asked.

“okay, but just for a beer.”, Smitesh said.

“Women drink wine dear, I want to meet Smita at the plaza.”, Akshay said and kissed her hand..gently!!

“Okay!!”, Smita just kept on blushing. Akshay escorted her and Aaru to the school gate.

Smita and Tanuja webt for shopping to buy a new saree.

After reaching home, Smita immediately called Tanuja to her house.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!!!, is he that cute?”, Tanuja asked.

“ Yes very, I want to be his lady , so desperately!!!”, Smita said.

“Let’s go shopping, you surely can’t go on the date wearing Aunty’s sarees now!!”, Tanuja said.

“ Yes let’s go!!”, Smita said.

Smita and Tanuja bought a pink coloured chiffon saree for Smita, they also bought a blouse with fully back cut with just the strings.

After going home, Smita couldn’t sleep with the excitement of the next day.

The next day she got up early even though the date was in the evening, she left Aaru for school,and came back home, she shaved her full body nicely with cream and hot water, then she wore the saree by herself , she had become an expert till now, then she called Tanuja for the make up. At the end of it, both if them couldn’t believe how gorgeous she looked.

Then she went to the hotel for the date. On the date, she immediately felt in love with Akshay. He had worn a white transparent shirt which showed his and
“You look beautiful Smita!!” Akshay said.

“ Thank you handsome” Smita winked to Akshay. Love was in the air and they had immediately struck up.

Smita and Tanuja bought a pink chiffon saree



Then they ordered food, Akshay was a thorough gentleman throughout and Smita loved it how he flirted with her still respected her.

After the meal finished, Akshay held Smita’s hand and said to her. “Smita, I always liked crossdressers and my mom and dad accept it too, but until I met you, I couldn’t find a perfect match. Now I would love you to be mine forever !! Will you?”

Smita just nodded,with tears of happiness in her eyes. Then Akshay put a ring in her tender finger, and they hugged each other.

“Meet me in the ladies washroom”, Smita said to Akshay and bit his ear!!

Akshay was in awe. He went to ladies washroom, Smita pulled him inside and locked the door, then she made him sit on the commode and kissed his lips passionately. It was just so right, just so magically wonderful. They kissed about 20 mins

But, just when Akshay was about to remove her pallu, Smita stopped him and said, “I need to get confirmation from Aaru Akshay!!” Akshay understood Smita’s feelings.

After that they politely completed their dinner and Akshay walked Smita home, hand in hand. It was just so romantic, yet simple, just what Smita had expected from a guy.

After she reached home, she changed and called Aaru into her room.

“ Yes, Didi?” Aaru asked .

“ Aaru, there is something very special I want to tell you, but first you need to answer one of my questions!!”

“What is it Didi? “ Aaru asked with utmost innocence.

Smita called Aaru into her room to talk about her love interest.

“Aaru, do you miss our mom now?”

“Yes, Didi.”

“ Aaru, do you want your Didi to be your mom?”

“Wow, that will be so nice, but who will be my dad?”

“First tell me, do you like Akshay sir, your English teacher?”

“yeah he is sooooo cool!!!, But what about my dad?”

“He will be your dad, Aaru!!”

“Really!!!! Thank you so much diiiiiii!!! You’re great, my life will be completed again!!!!”

“ You are welcome dear child, and I am your mom from now!!”

“ Yes mom!!”

The very next day, Smita called Tanuja ..and both of them arranged a special hotel room. Smita wore her mom’s bridal dress, she felt like her mom was with her. Then they called Akshay and both of them exchanged rings.

Then instead of the cost of a mangalsutra and heavy ceremony and honeymoon, Akshay and Smita decided to donate the money to an orphanage, as Smita and Aaru knew the pain.

That night, Smita dressed into a special lingerie for Akshay. A naughty gift by Tanuja to her.

And Akshay said to her after looking at her. “I vow to you my dear wife, I will be yours for life, cause even though we can’t make a child, you complete my life more than anyone else can, I will remain yours and yours forever”

Smita is living as a proud mom today.

And then , it was a magical night, as Smita with every moan of hers , turned into the most loving lady in Akshay’s life. And Akshay, Smita and their child Aaryan lived happily for ages to come!!

The End

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प्रतिभा: एक अजनबी से मुलाकात

When I found that my wife was cheating on me with another man, I was furious. But that man caught me wearing my wife’s saree. What would he do to me?

कृपया ऊपर दी हुई स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर इस कहानी को रेटिंग दे!

संपादक के विचार: हम नहीं चाहते कि इस कहानी को पढ़कर पाठक समझे कि क्रॉसड्रेसर कहीं से भी किसी पुरुष या स्त्री से कमतर है. इस कहानी का विषय आपके लिए ज़रुरत से कहीं अधिक हॉट और सेक्सी हो सकता है. आपको चेतावनी दी जा चुकी है.

लेखिका: प्रतिभा मेहरा

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जीवन के उतार चढाव से गुज़रते वक़्त परिवर्तन हमारे जीवन में चलता रहता है. और इस परिवर्तन की यात्रा में हम कुछ नया ढूंढ पाते है कुछ नया सिख पाते है

हर किसी की तरह, मेरी ज़िन्दगी में उतार चढ़ाव थे जिसने मुझे अपने बारे में कुछ जानने का अवसर दिया कि मैं वाकई में कौन हूँ और क्या चाहता हूँ. मेरा नाम रोहित है, ३२ साल का शादी शुदा इंसान और मुंबई में रहने वाला, एक MNC में काम करता हूँ. यह मेरी आत्मा-साक्षात्कार की कहानी है, एक कहानी उस दिन की जब मेरी दुनिया हमेशा हमेशा के लिए बदल गयी. Continue reading “प्रतिभा: एक अजनबी से मुलाकात”

Pratibha: A wild encounter

When I found that my wife was cheating on me with another man, I was furious. But that man caught me wearing my wife’s saree. What would he do to me?

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Author: Pratibha Mehra

इस कहानी को हिंदी में पढने के लिए क्लिक करे

Transformation is a process, and as life happens there are tons of ups and downs. It’s a journey of discovery – there are moments on mountaintops and moments in deep valleys of despair.

Like everyone else in this world, my life had its ups and downs, and that led me to discover who I really was. I am Rohit, 32 yr old married guy from Mumbai, working for an MNC and with a great taste for finer things in life. And this is my story of self-discovery, a story about an incident when my world and my life turned upside down completely. Continue reading “Pratibha: A wild encounter”

हल्दी कुमकुम: एक अनुभव

एक सुन्दर कहानी एक क्रॉसड्रेसर की जिसने अपने अनुभव से जाना कि एक औरत होना अनुभव करने के लिए सिर्फ औरत के कपडे पहनना ही काफी नहीं होता!

कृपया ऊपर दिए हुए स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर कहानी को रेट करे!

“क्या एक क्रॉस-ड्रेसर के लिए औरत होने का अनुभव सिर्फ औरतों वाले कपडे पहनने तक ही सीमित है? या उसके आगे भी कुछ है? पढ़िए एक अनजान पाठक द्वारा भेजी हुई एक कोमल कहानी.”


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मेरी जैसी औरतों की ज़िन्दगी भी कितनी तनहा अकेली होती है. अच्छी भली जवान होते हुए भी घर से बाहर एक औरत के रूप में निकल नहीं सकती और घर के भीतर, और ३ लडको के साथ रहते हुए मेरे लिए औरत बनकर रहना संभव नहीं था. “लोग क्या कहेंगे?”, मन में ऐसे सवाल तो हर क्रॉस-ड्रेसर के आते है. कभी कभी सोचती हूँ कि काश लोग अपने काम से काम रखते और मुझे मेरी ज़िन्दगी जीने देते. एक औरत की तरह सजने सँवरने के सपने देखते देखते थक सी गयी थी मैं. इंतज़ार था कि कब वो सपना पूरा होगा.

आखिर इंतज़ार के बाद जब मेरी उम्र २५ के करीब हो गयी तब तक मेरे पास एक अच्छी सी नौकरी भी थी. अब आखिर में हिम्मत करके मैंने खुद अकेले के लिए एक किराये का घर ले लिया था.  बता नहीं सकती कि मन में कितनी ख़ुशी थी. आखिर वो समय आ रहा था जब अपने घर के एकांत में मैं निश्चिन्त होकर अपनी पसंद की साड़ी पहन सकूंगी. थोड़े खर्च ज़रूर बढ़ जायेंगे पर अब अपने अन्दर की औरत को मैं एक बार खिलने का मौका देना चाहती थी.
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