Varsha: Anniversary


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“Promise me”, Aruna asked me promise not to do one thing I held to close to my heart. “Promise me. What ever happened in the past stays in the past”, she wanted me to stop my crossdressing after marriage. “Whatever happened, will never happen”, I promised as I did not want to lose her. Continue reading “Varsha: Anniversary”

Varsha: Wedding


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June 10, the day I will never forget. It was this day, my college got officially over. When the clock struck 1pm, we handed our theory answer sheets and left the exam hall with heavy heart. I saw my friends hugging each other for one last time. We knew it was a part of our life, but our heart refused to accept it. After emotionally draining last moments with my friends, I vacated my room. Continue reading “Varsha: Wedding”

Varsha: A secret trip


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“CHAMAYAVILAKKU?”, I enquired him about what it meant. Excited by my curiosity, Amrith quickly pulled up a chair and explained that the festival is where men dress like women to offer prayers to goddess and how it has been safe haven for cds like us to enjoy our femininity in public without any fear. I was very intrigued by his prospect, but the fear of exposing me in public gripped my heart. My previous experience in public with my sister flashed before me and made my stomach churn. “Sorry man. It’s too risky for me”, I tried my level best to avoid the travel. “Believe me dude, I can guarantee it will be the best days of your life. Trust me”, Amrith threw his usual tantrums and somehow brainwashed me to accept it. Continue reading “Varsha: A secret trip”

Varsha: A new friend


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“Is it wrong?” I questioned my sister the next day, after our mother slept. My question was met with silence. “Please answer me, is it wrong for me to dress?” still I received no reply from her. She quickly opened her laptop and began typing “crossdresser” in google search. She opened a wiki page and passed her laptop to me. I began to read the wiki thoroughly and returned it back. “You know what It means right?”, she questioned my new knowledge. I nodded still looking at the page. “See.”, she began. “You are just a guy who likes to wear girl’s clothes. That’s it. There is nothing wrong in it”, she explained. “There are many people like you in this world and don’t even think any other thoughts in your mind” she continued. Continue reading “Varsha: A new friend”

Roommate: Part 5


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हिंदी में यहाँ पढ़े

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My taxi was speeding towards Chetna’s home. I sat there on the back seat going through so many emotions, and so many memories. I was eager to see Chetna. Just the thought of seeing her after 10 long years, made me feel happy and excited. But I was getting emotional too, and a little scared. I could not understand the fear that was disturbing my mind. May be it was because I was not sure how my meeting with Chetna would go. Would she welcome me? Does she hate me? I didn’t know. And suddenly, it started to rain unexpectedly, as if the weather was getting emotional with me. Soon, I was outside Chetna’s home. I didn’t even realize how quickly my time passed in that taxi. That’s what happens when your heart goes through several emotions.

It took a lot of courage on my part to knock on the door of someone who I knew, hurt a lot. Few moments later, I could hear some sounds coming inside from the home. Probably, it was Chetna who was coming out to open the door. Not surprisingly, my heart began to beat faster. I wanted to turn back because I didn’t know how would I control my feelings after seeing Chetna. There was no time to think about it anyway. I just stood there waiting impatiently. I could hear Chetna’s steps approaching towards the door. I could hear the tinkling sound of her bangles. And with another tinkle, the door opened. Chetna was standing right in front of me. It was the same Chetna who I loved with all my heart. The same Chetna I left 10 years ago. And here she was, opening the door for me 10 years later.

We looked at each other. We both had so much to say to each other in our hearts, but our lips could not utter even a word.  We just stood there, looking into each other’s eyes. Chetna was wearing the same red saree that she had worn on our wedding night in Goa. She had a big red bindi on her forehead, just like a married woman, just like my wife Chetna. She was my Chetna! Oh, how beautiful she looked. I kept looking at her big eyes. The time had frozen. Yet, I could see her emotions flooding her eyes with tears. I don’t know how long we stayed there frozen, without saying anything. My heart told me, “Come on, Nishant! Hug her. She is your Chetna. She is your wife! Why don’t you hug her?” But I stood there staring into the deep eyes of Chetna. And she kept looking back intently.

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Chetna opened the door. She was wearing the same red saree she wore on our wedding day. She looked as beautiful as that day with a big bindi on her forehead.

It seemed as if her eyes are going to burst into tears, but then she turned back quickly. She wiped her tears, and asked me to come in. “Come on in”. Her first words. And I was still wordless.

“How was your flight? I came to know from Gaurav that you are coming here for a few days. I was not really expecting that you would come to my home. You must be tired, right? I never like to travel on a long flight.”, Chetna spoke a lot of words very quickly. She was trying to hide her emotions behind those words. But she could not.

I walked behind her to get inside the house. My Chetna was still as beautiful as she was 10 years ago. She must be 33 years old now. With age, he had acquired the gracefulness of a mature woman. I kept looking at her feminine and graceful walk. Her hips waived like a true woman at each step. For the outside world, she might be a crossdresser. But for me, she was a real woman in my eyes. After all, she was my wife. I was realizing after so many years that I had a wife who was living alone without me. Looking at her dressing, I was sure that she had dressed specially for me. Today, she was wearing anklets on her feet which made the beautiful “Chham Chham” sound at each step. And at each step, her “Chham Chham” was forcing me to feel what I had lost.

“My flight was not too bad.”, I gave a short answer to Chetna. If you think about it, our heart can play funny tricks with us. It keeps telling you to say so many things to the person in front of you, but when the time comes, it just goes quiet. And everything remains in the heart itself. Continue reading “Roommate: Part 5”

रूममेट: भाग ५


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कहानी के सभी भागो के लिए यहाँ क्लिक करे 

एअरपोर्ट से टैक्सी लेकर मैं चेतना के घर की ओर बढ़ रहा था. दिल में न जाने कितने एहसास आ रहे थे, न जाने कितनी यादें आ रही थी, और एक बेचैनी भी थी. चेतना से १० साल बाद मिलने के बारे में सोच कर ही ख़ुशी भी मिल रही थी. पर मन बहुत भावुक भी हो रहा था. मन में एक डर भी था जिसे मैं समझ नहीं पा रहा था. न जाने चेतना से मिलकर क्या होगा आगे? और न जाने कैसे अचानक ही बेमौसम बारिश भी होने लगी. जैसे मौसम भी मेरे दिल की तरह आज भावुक हो रहा था. इतने सालो से चेतना की दूरी के बारे में सोचते हुए चेतना का घर कब आ गया, मुझे पता भी न चला.

किसी तरह हिम्मत करके मैंने उसके घर के दरवाज़े पर दस्तक दी. थोड़ी देर बाद मुझे घर के अन्दर से कुछ आहट सुनाई दी. शायद चेतना दरवाज़ा खोलने आ रही थी. स्वाभाविक है कि मेरे दिल की धड़कने तेज़ होने लगी थी. आखिर मैं चेतना को इतने सालो बाद देख कर अपनी भावनाओं पर काबू कैसे रख पाऊँगा? इस सवाल का जवाब नहीं था मेरे पास, और न ही अब सोचने का समय था. चेतना के कदमो की आवाज़ बढती जा रही थी. मेरे कानो में उसकी चूड़ियों की खनक अब सुनाई दे रही थी. और फिर उसी खनक के साथ दरवाज़ा खुला. चेतना मेरी आँखों के सामने थी. मेरी वोही चेतना जिससे मैं इतना प्यार करता था. आज १० साल बाद, एक बार फिर मेरे लिए दरवाज़ा खोल कर खड़ी थी.

इतने सालो में हम दोनों के पास न जाने कितना कुछ था दिल में कहने को, पर एक दुसरे को देख कर जैसे होंठो ने जवाब दे दिया. हम एक दुसरे से एक शब्द भी न कह सके. बिना कुछ कहे हम एक दुसरे को बस देखते रह गए. चेतना ने आज वही लाल साड़ी पहनी थी जो उसने हमारी शादी की शाम को गोवा में पहनी थी. माथे पर एक सुहागन की तरह बड़ी सी लाल बिंदी लगाए, कितनी प्यारी लग रही थी वह. मैं उसकी बड़ी बड़ी आँखों में देखता रह गया. वो भी कुछ नहीं बोली. समय जैसे ठहर सा गया था. पर उसकी आँखों में उमड़ती हुई भावनाओं से पानी भरते मैं देख सकता था. हम दोनों एक दुसरे को न जाने कितनी देर देखते रह गए. दिल ने कहा कि  निशांत गले लगा ले, यह तेरी ही चेतना है, रुका क्यों है? पर मैं अपनी जगह पर स्थिर अपनी चेतना को बस देखता रह गया. और वो भी वहीँ भावुक होकर मेरी ओर देखती रही.

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माथे पर बड़ी सी बिंदी लगाये, और हमारी शादी के अवसर की लाल साड़ी पहने चेतना ने मेरे लिए दरवाज़ा खोला. आज भी उतनी ही सुन्दर लग रही थी मेरी चेतना!

ऐसा लग रहा था जैसे चेतना की आँखों में आंसुओं का सैलाब बस आने को तैयार है, पर तभी चेतना ने झट से मुझसे विपरीत दिशा में पलट कर अपनी आँखें पोंछते हुए, मुझसे अन्दर आने को कहा, “अन्दर आइये न”. चेतना के पहले शब्द. और मैं अब भी निशब्द था.

“आपकी फ्लाइट कैसी रही? गौरव ने मुझे बताया था कि तुम यहाँ आ रहे हो कुछ दिनों के लिए. मुझे उम्मीद न थी कि तुम यहाँ आओगे. वैसे तुम थक गए होगे न? मुझे तो इतनी लम्बी फ्लाइट कभी पसंद नहीं आती”, चेतना ने अपने शब्दों से अपनी भावनाओं को छुपाने की कोशिश की.

मैं चेतना के पीछे पीछे घर के अन्दर चल दिया. मेरी चेतना आज भी उतनी ही सुन्दर थी. उसकी उम्र शायद अब ३३ साल के करीब होगी. और उम्र के साथ चेतना में एक परिपक्व औरत वाली अद्भुत शालीनता भी आ गयी थी.  मैं पीछे पीछे चेतना की चाल देखता रह गया. किसी और के लिए चेतना क्रॉस-ड्रेसर होगी पर मेरी नजरो में तो वो सचमुच औरत थी. मेरी पत्नी थी चेतना. उसे देख कर मुझे यकीन था कि आज चेतना मेरे लिए ख़ास रूप से तैयार हुई थी. उसके एक एक कदम पर उसकी पायल छम छम करती. उसकी “छम छम” मुझे एहसास दिला रही थी मैंने क्या खोया है.

“फ्लाइट अच्छी थी.”, मैंने चेतना के सवाल का संक्षिप्त में जवाब दिया. दिल भी आखिर कितना अजीब होता है. जब बहुत कुछ होता है कहने को, तब वो कुछ भी नहीं कह पाता. Continue reading “रूममेट: भाग ५”

Roommate: Part 4


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हिंदी में यहाँ पढ़े 

Story so far:  This is the story of me i.e. Nishant and my roommate Chetan. Many years ago, one day I accidentally found a few women’s clothes in Chetan’s room. When I asked Chetan, he told me that he is a crossdresser. It came as a shock to me. Next day, I casually asked Chetan to dress up as a woman for me. And when he came back, he had transformed himself into a beautiful woman named Chetna. We both were a little drunk, and ended up making physical love. I felt guilty after that as were not gay. But soon, in an attempt to save our years of friendship, I fell in love with Chetna. And when two hearts meet, your heart doesn’t think if the person you love has male genitals or female organs. Our love was growing day by day, and Chetna had become my girlfriend. She was taking care of our home like a perfect housewife.

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My heart was still aching from remembering Chetna today. My flight to California was going through a turbulence, and my heart was going through a similar turbulence as well. The turbulence brought me back to the present for a while. But I was feeling restless. Chetna was all over in my mind and heart. I could not get her out of my mind. To feel a little better, I did what I knew best. I took out a small bottle of wine and drank it all in one shot. Still Chetna’s beautiful smiling face kept appearing in front of my eyes, and I went back thinking about those beautiful days with her.

It had been a little more than a month since I fell in love with Chetna. We both used to wait eagerly to spend our time together. If you have experienced the first love, you know how beautiful the world becomes. And something like that was happening to us too. And one evening, I returned home happily from my office to see my Chetna.

“Chetna, Chetna, where are you dear?”, I called her as soon as I reached home. I knew by now Chetan must have transformed himself into my lovely girlfriend Chetna. “Chetna!”, I called once again in my excitement.

“Hold on, dear. What’s the rush, Nishu?”, Chetna came out of the kitchen wiping her hands with her saree pallu. She was probably doing something in the kitchen. My happiness increased the instant I saw her beautiful face. And in that happiness, I picked her up in my arms by holding her around her knees. Continue reading “Roommate: Part 4”