Nidhis blog Indian crossdressing story

Mohit sat in front of the full-length mirror, staring at his reflection, struggling to recognize himself. The maroon silk lehenga he wore clung to his newly smooth skin, the fabric heavy and foreign. His hands, now adorned with intricate mehndi, rested awkwardly on his lap, the henna patterns giving them a delicate, feminine grace. His soft hands, freshly waxed and supple, felt alien to him, no longer resembling his old hands. Sunita and Priya worked carefully, ensuring every detail was perfect. His stomach, padded with a soft cushion beneath the choli, had been carefully rounded to give the appearance of pregnancy. Priya adjusted the fabric gently, pulling the pallu over his belly and draping it across his shoulder. The way the fabric fell over his body made the transformation look perfect. No one would suspect a thing. He shifted slightly, feeling the weight of the lehenga's press against his thighs, its fabric brushing against his freshly waxed legs with an unfamiliar sensation....

  Rahul was a talented software engineer living in a small village in Goa. He mostly worked from home, which gave him extra time to focus on his growing interest in the share market. He dreamed of making big profits and securing a better future through smart investments. Aditi, his recently married wife, had come from a traditional family. She was intelligent, sharp-minded, and always full of clever ideas, but her shy demeanor often overshadowed her wit. Despite their different personalities, they shared a happy life together. Rahul adored her but He wanted her to be more open, like women from western societies who wore short skirts and dresses even at home. "Aditi, why don't you try wearing something modern? You would look stunning in a dress!" Rahul would suggest playfully. Aditi would smile sweetly and counter with her usual calm. "I feel most comfortable in sarees, Rahul. Why should I change when I am happy this way?" Aditi's quick thinking and ability t...