Nidhis blog Indian crossdressing story

  I sit in the salon and think back over the changes of the past year. My long honey blonde hair has been styled and flows nicely. My long nails have a new French manicure. As I caress my body I can feel the smoothness of my freshly waxed arms and legs.  My pink blouse matches my transparent chiffon saree and the outline of my microfibre bra is subtly visible.The colour of my bangles match those of the my diamond studded ear rings.My diamond pendant mangalsutra fits snugly around my thin neck.   Anyone looking at me would see a gorgeous woman and housewife; obviously well kept. It was not always the case. In fact I have not always been a woman.  A little over a year ago I was a happily married man. My wife, Priya,was attractive in an athletic way. She was a woman people would describe as "handsome" with her strong features. She had just been notified that an uncle she barely knew had passed away. He had left her everything, including a house, a big bank balance and ownership

Mohit, a young man in his mid-20s, found himself trapped in the relentless clutches of unemployment. His days were filled with fruitless job searches and mounting financial worries. As he shared his concerns with his bhabhi, she noticed a glimmer of hope in the classifieds. One evening, his bhabhi pooja excitedly flipped through the newspaper her eye catch an add job opening for an administrative assistant position in a prestigious company.  However, the catch was that they were specifically looking for a female candidate. An idea sparked in her mind like a light bulb moment. Bhabhi: "Mohit, look here! There's a vacancy, but they're only hiring females. What if we bend the rules a bit?" Mohit (perplexed): "Bhabhi, how is that even possible? They'll never hire me they want a female assistant" Bhabhi (grinning): "Ever heard of thinking outside the box? What if you become 'Mohini' for a while? Dress up as a woman, get the job, and once you'