Set in the mid of 2007, This story is about one of my crossdressing incident. I'm a 18 years old, slender, mediocre in height and a dusky guy with shoulder high dark hair. Me and my mom lived alone in the outskirts of Chennai and my Dad was working for a Private concern abroad. The place we lived in was underdeveloped with only few houses in the locality. I had a friend, Bhuvan who was also of my age but in contrast to my physical appearance he was a bit muscular, tall and fair. One can say for sure that any girl would fall for him. More than just a friend we were family friends since his house was close to mine and his mom Komal, a sari clad, fair, plump women in her late 40's with grey locks of hair neatly combed into a hair-bun was my mom's close friend and a yoga teacher as well.
I had just completed my high school and got enrolled in engineering course at a premier institute, while Bhuvan choose to do a course in Arts. Only after a few weeks of getting into college I got held up for a fight and was suspended for a month. Not knowing what to do, my mom wanted to enroll me in meditation class to help bring down my temper. Thanks to Komal, who was organizing yoga classes every morning but her students were only girls. Komal agreed to add me in her class upon my mom's insistence but on one condition that I should wear women's clothing. I hesitated at first but later Komal convinced me saying even Bhuvan wears them when he practices yoga. The class went on for a month and I was able to feel the inner peace, there was no hatred in me anymore and I was filled with love and care just like the women do.
Meanwhile, my suspension got over and I was back in college, people were busy talking about the new social networking site Facebook which had sidelined Orkut. On returning home, I created a new account, started sending friend request to people in random and checked out their photos. A few weeks passed I happened to stumble upon Bhuvan's Facebook profile, curious to know what he had put under "About" section, I kept scrolling down and was shocked to see him like "Crossdresser's" group. As it was a open group I had access to all the posts and photos being posted in the group, yet again I got shocked when I saw Bhuvan's post of himself in women's attire. God! he looked stunning in half sari revealing his sexy figure, a long wig and the accessories he wore added to his beauty. I was still in shock. I kept track of him for a couple of days to check whether he is repeating the same. He did and I had no option other than informing Komal. She was disheartened to hear that her son is a crossdresser and pleaded to me not to tell anyone about this. I understood her situation and assured that no one would come to know. Komal said she wanted to catch her son red handed and asked if there is any way. I said yes!, we then create a fake profile under the name "Priya" and slowly began a chat with him saying I needed some help in crossdressing and that I was from the same locality. He agreed and replied that pooja holidays would be the right time since people will be busy at the temple.
As instructed by Bhuvan, I went to his house before the pooja night and met Komal before entering Bhuvan's room upstairs. The room was gloomy and we were careful not to make noise, once we entered the room I switched on the light and Bhuvan was frightened to see his mother catch him in a women's getup. Komal entered the room and locked the door. Bhuvan didn't spare a minute, he fell to her feet. She asked him to get up and preached that it's all about behavioral changes and we can't do nothing about it. For a moment I didn't understand what was going on? what she is talking about? and why she had planned all this then? Before I could come out of this confusion, a tight slap landed on my cheeks, I fell on the floor and started sobbing. She was at advantage and started kicking me with her foot, I moved to a corner and started wailing. She shouted "What happens inside the room, stays within the room" and signaled to stop making noise. She asked "didn't you want help in crossdressing?". I said no. She slapped me once again and instructed Bhuvan to undress me, he was reluctant and she pretended to beat him as well. He didn't have a choice and undressed me to my boxers, Komal smiled at me saying "I don't think you will need them anymore". She give me a sari and lingerie to wear. I resisted and she began clicking pictures of me in underwear. Ashamed of myself I took the clothes and went to a nearby room, Bhuvan followed me in and tried consoling me. He helped me out with the sari and make up. As we came out, Komal let out an evil grin and said she will do anything to save the family's name. She also complemented me saying "You look more presentable as a girl then as a boy". She clicked some more pictures.
She asked me to kiss Bhuvan. I replied "Aunt, I can't. Bhuvan is my friend". She laughed out loud and told "Fool this is Bhavana, not Bhuvan and I'm your mistress, not aunt". Bhuvan asked me to stop resisting since we don't have a way out and held me by my shoulders, I felt his manly arms and turned to face him, I gave him a gaze and my eyes were looking at his brown eyeballs. That moment awakened the woman inside me, I knew I fell for him and gave him a lip-lock. I didn't stop smooching him until the point where he began panting. Komal smiled at me saying "You love him, don't you?" and snapped a picture. She asked me to kneel and told Bhuvan to lift his sari. I knew what was coming and didn't wait long, I started sucking his rock hard cock. She asked Bhuvan to lift the sari from behind to make his butt-hole visible. I was hesitant at first but soon started munching his arsehole to my satisfaction. Komal took a video of this and slapped on my butt asking me to lay on bed. As Bhuvan pounded me from behind, I was able to feel myself loosing the manhood. I let out a smile thinking I got to enjoy the pleasure all girls crave for, little did I know Komal and Bhuvan had laid a trap on me. I didn't have the brains to think "If Bhuvan had posed, who would've taken the photos?". In the end, it was a win-win situation for all of us. Every time, I see Komal and Bhuvan after this incident, they let a sarcastic smile and I reciprocate with a girly blush.
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I had just completed my high school and got enrolled in engineering course at a premier institute, while Bhuvan choose to do a course in Arts. Only after a few weeks of getting into college I got held up for a fight and was suspended for a month. Not knowing what to do, my mom wanted to enroll me in meditation class to help bring down my temper. Thanks to Komal, who was organizing yoga classes every morning but her students were only girls. Komal agreed to add me in her class upon my mom's insistence but on one condition that I should wear women's clothing. I hesitated at first but later Komal convinced me saying even Bhuvan wears them when he practices yoga. The class went on for a month and I was able to feel the inner peace, there was no hatred in me anymore and I was filled with love and care just like the women do.
Meanwhile, my suspension got over and I was back in college, people were busy talking about the new social networking site Facebook which had sidelined Orkut. On returning home, I created a new account, started sending friend request to people in random and checked out their photos. A few weeks passed I happened to stumble upon Bhuvan's Facebook profile, curious to know what he had put under "About" section, I kept scrolling down and was shocked to see him like "Crossdresser's" group. As it was a open group I had access to all the posts and photos being posted in the group, yet again I got shocked when I saw Bhuvan's post of himself in women's attire. God! he looked stunning in half sari revealing his sexy figure, a long wig and the accessories he wore added to his beauty. I was still in shock. I kept track of him for a couple of days to check whether he is repeating the same. He did and I had no option other than informing Komal. She was disheartened to hear that her son is a crossdresser and pleaded to me not to tell anyone about this. I understood her situation and assured that no one would come to know. Komal said she wanted to catch her son red handed and asked if there is any way. I said yes!, we then create a fake profile under the name "Priya" and slowly began a chat with him saying I needed some help in crossdressing and that I was from the same locality. He agreed and replied that pooja holidays would be the right time since people will be busy at the temple.
As instructed by Bhuvan, I went to his house before the pooja night and met Komal before entering Bhuvan's room upstairs. The room was gloomy and we were careful not to make noise, once we entered the room I switched on the light and Bhuvan was frightened to see his mother catch him in a women's getup. Komal entered the room and locked the door. Bhuvan didn't spare a minute, he fell to her feet. She asked him to get up and preached that it's all about behavioral changes and we can't do nothing about it. For a moment I didn't understand what was going on? what she is talking about? and why she had planned all this then? Before I could come out of this confusion, a tight slap landed on my cheeks, I fell on the floor and started sobbing. She was at advantage and started kicking me with her foot, I moved to a corner and started wailing. She shouted "What happens inside the room, stays within the room" and signaled to stop making noise. She asked "didn't you want help in crossdressing?". I said no. She slapped me once again and instructed Bhuvan to undress me, he was reluctant and she pretended to beat him as well. He didn't have a choice and undressed me to my boxers, Komal smiled at me saying "I don't think you will need them anymore". She give me a sari and lingerie to wear. I resisted and she began clicking pictures of me in underwear. Ashamed of myself I took the clothes and went to a nearby room, Bhuvan followed me in and tried consoling me. He helped me out with the sari and make up. As we came out, Komal let out an evil grin and said she will do anything to save the family's name. She also complemented me saying "You look more presentable as a girl then as a boy". She clicked some more pictures.
She asked me to kiss Bhuvan. I replied "Aunt, I can't. Bhuvan is my friend". She laughed out loud and told "Fool this is Bhavana, not Bhuvan and I'm your mistress, not aunt". Bhuvan asked me to stop resisting since we don't have a way out and held me by my shoulders, I felt his manly arms and turned to face him, I gave him a gaze and my eyes were looking at his brown eyeballs. That moment awakened the woman inside me, I knew I fell for him and gave him a lip-lock. I didn't stop smooching him until the point where he began panting. Komal smiled at me saying "You love him, don't you?" and snapped a picture. She asked me to kneel and told Bhuvan to lift his sari. I knew what was coming and didn't wait long, I started sucking his rock hard cock. She asked Bhuvan to lift the sari from behind to make his butt-hole visible. I was hesitant at first but soon started munching his arsehole to my satisfaction. Komal took a video of this and slapped on my butt asking me to lay on bed. As Bhuvan pounded me from behind, I was able to feel myself loosing the manhood. I let out a smile thinking I got to enjoy the pleasure all girls crave for, little did I know Komal and Bhuvan had laid a trap on me. I didn't have the brains to think "If Bhuvan had posed, who would've taken the photos?". In the end, it was a win-win situation for all of us. Every time, I see Komal and Bhuvan after this incident, they let a sarcastic smile and I reciprocate with a girly blush.
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