From my teen days I have always been curious about women attire and how its so colorful, different designs and in general they have more option. I never understood this desire in me but every time I met a friend or a cousin in some pretty clothes, I would imagine how it would be if I was wearing it. I came very close to trying female attire multiple times, but was always scared and didn’t see it through, until one day. It was during my PG days . . . they had given us a sports t-shirt in college for a marathon. Mine as usual never fit me and was super tight, so tight that it compressed my chest to the extent of giving me boobs. A little alteration to the length of it would have made it a perfect saree blouse. I was in class with a very good friend Arpita and the class was not interesting at all. “Hey, did you get the sport jersey? Did it fit you?” she asked. “Useless it is, its so tight like a blouse the only thing missing is a matching saree for me to wear!” I realized what I had said only after I did and blushed on blurting it out. She laughed and said, “I think you would look pretty cute in a saree”. My face was burning red, and she saw that and giggled which is when I realized a slight moment in my pant. Oh no I thought to myself hoping no one would notice the small tent growing in my pant. I laughed sheepishly and said “nah sarees are better suited for you. You should wear if for the marathon maybe ha-ha.” She gave a puzzled look “What do you mean its suited for me? You won’t wear a saree, is it?”. As much as I wanted to say yes, I ended up blurting “I am a guy why would I… its more suited for someone like you” instant regret. I could see Arpita’s expression change “Tell you what mister . . .I dare you to wear a saree what say?” Oh no… why is this happening to me I thought to myself as my jeans were being pushed to the limit of holding together.
This was like a dream come true, but I was trembling and said, “Come on Arpita, I was just joking… chalo sorry I take back my words… please can we let this be”. “No . . .aren’t you man enough to take up this challenge . . .are you a little chicken??”. Now she was just provoking me . . .as much as I desired to give bait and possibly get a chance to wear a saree I resisted “Yeah I am not falling for this.” With all this chitter chatter going on another friend of ours Rini who was sleeping away to glory got up and asked Arpita what was going on. “Nothing he was just telling me how he wants to wear a saree but is too shy to ask us” blurted Arpita with an evil grin. “Oh, my gawd!! Seriously? This sounds so much fun… I have a beautiful saree and some nice jewelry to go with. .and ooh makeup for sure na?”. “Hello she is joking… I didn’t say anything like that… she was the one who wants me to wear one!” I quipped. . .” ok so do you want to try?” asked Rini so quickly I was taken aback and didn’t give a quick no. “Oh my god you do want to . . . just say it na. . .. why all this show off . . .come on it will be fun!”. “I uh . . .I mean . . .I” I was at a loss for words while my cheeks were at a loss of spots to turn red. “It’s done then . . . we will get all the things ready, and we can do this in a week or so . . . .and you mister… you better fully shave and keep that face of yours smooth”. “Hey no make up and all ok . . .just” the two hardly paid any attention and started planning by themselves. That night I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about what was going to happen. A tinge of excitement and shiver down my spine was all I could feel . . .and all this was keeping me completely aroused.
The girls started a WhatsApp group and left no stone unturned to tease me . . .strange enough I was enjoying it all and loving the attention but kept hiding it from them. They kept posting pictures of sarees, yes not one but a bunch, different jewelry, and makeup. It didn’t stop there, they also started sharing pictures of different models in sarees and how I need to practice these poses. They kept asking my opinion like I was one of the girls which made me feel so shy. I secretly even tried posing like the models and feeling excited about it. Finally, the day of reckoning was upon me. It was a long weekend break, most of the students had gone back to their homes, the three of us decided to stay back. Rini being married was living in the studio apartment building for couples and married persons which had a spacious room with an attached bathroom and one of the few places boys and girls could walk freely in and out of. We had lunch and walked down to her room. all the while the girls teasing me on how I am going to be a beautiful girl and they can’t wait to see me in a saree. Deep down neither could I. I was controlling my excitement and all the blood in my body was flowing right down to in-between my legs. I tried my best to hide my “excitement” but my shorts were not making it easy for me. We made it to the room and the two wasted no time. “Ok since this whole thing started with this jersey why don’t you wear it and here change into this too” she threw something at me and the two of them started giggling. I went into the bathroom and changed into the jersey first. It was like a corset. It slimmed down my waist and pushed all the body fat up to my chest. I had only worn it once and this time it made me blush even more. Then I took the other thing Arpita had given me and opened it. I was shocked to see a blue satin petticoat. “Girls is this really necessary cant I just wear my shorts?”. “NOOO” came the answer in unison. I was feeling a mixed bag of emotions, adrenaline pumping, my heartbeat racing. I decided to embrace it and go with the flow, dropped my shorts…my member finally relieved to have more space to grow and feel free. I slipped on the petticoat, the feel of satin on my legs gave me goosebumps.
I Pulled it all the way up and tied it with the strings on the side. I looked at the mirror and was shocked to see myself in a tight t-shirt blouse and satin skirt. The tent im the skirt was there but I thought it was not noticeable. I was admiring myself and relishing the moment that I had waited for so long. “Come out girl let us also admire you na” shouted Rini from outside and the two burst out laughing. I became red and came back to my sense and opened the door slowly. I let out a deep breadth and stepped out. Click, flash, click. I was stunned for a min before I realized what had happened. Arpita and Rini both had their phones in their hands and had started clicking photos and were hooting and whistling. My heart was literally beating out of my chest, and I mustered the strength to feebly say “Girls come on not funny please delete those pics”. “Don’t worry, its for us only, we won’t show it to anyone as far as you co-operate with us Gurpreet Hehe . . .given your new attire its only right you have a matching name”. I blushed red and the tent in the skirt which was barely noticeable was getting evident now. “Someone is liking this a bit too much!!” exclaimed Rini subtly pointing to the tent in the petticoat with her eyes giggling. I instinctively bought my hands together covering my front and became red with embarrassment. “Aww such a cutie our Gurpreet is, you are already blushing like a bride” Arpita came to me grabbing my cheeks and pinching them. “Ok relax, this can be a really fun night and an experience you won’t forget, just trust us and go with our flow, else you know” she waved the phone in her hand with the pic of me in a tight fit jersey and matching satin petticoat looking shocked and flushed. I knew this was too deep a ditch I had dug myself into and so sheepishly nodded to her. She patted my cheeks “good girl, now go back in there and wear these and come out quick” She handed me a bundle and I unraveled it and was completely shocked.
In my hands was a blue lace bra and a sleeveless satin blouse with tie strings on the back matching the petticoat. “Guys please…I can’t wear this…this is really embarrassing”. “Come on Gurpreet, you are almost halfway there, just put it on like a good girl and stop wasting time. We could always open the door and send you out like this you know” and they started laughing. With not much choice left I decided to play along and hoped for the best. I went back into the bathroom removed the jersey t-shirt. Took the bra and slid them on. I could not believe what I was doing and if all this was real. They were not a perfect fit and I tried to clasp them in the back but was unable to. I didn’t want to go in just the bra so slipped the blouse on and walked out sheepishly. I was feeling shy and couldn’t bring myself to look at their faces and kept staring at the floor. “Oh oh, looks like Gurpreet is having trouble with her first bra.” Rini came over giggling turning me around and asking me to take a deep breadth in and pushing my chest up. She clasped the bra first and then pulled the two strings of the blouse and tied them tightly at the back. The bells on the strings were dangling near my buttocks tapping them as I moved. She gave me a pat on my bum and pointed to the chair they had placed for me. As I walked the bells on the string kept tapping and rubbing on my satin clad bum arousing me further and further with every step. I instinctively placed my hands in the front covering my groin area and made my way to the chair and sat. Arpita had already set all the makeup and accessories up in the table next to me and went straight to work. Rini was placing the sarees she and Arpita and had picked laying them next to each other on the bed, pondering what to pick for me to wear. There I was a guy in bra blouse and petticoat in a room with two girls who were wearing jeans and t-shirt. This was going to be a dream come true or a nightmare, all I could do was sit it out like a doll in the hands of these girls.
Arpita immediately went to work applying some cream first on my face followed by some powder with a brush. She explained that it was some foundation and base something, I was too nervous and excited to pay attention and was only hoping there is no explosion between my legs and stains on Rini’s petticoat. After a lot of brushing and polishing Arpita seemed satisfied with her work and moved on to work on my eyes.
Applying what I believe were mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. Rini came over to me and said, “Relax girl, don’t worry we will delete the pics, you just enjoy this, not every guy gets to experience this, just have fun and trust us ok Gurpreet”. The fact she kept referring to me as a girl and calling me Gurpreet really excited me, and I automatically started to blush. “She is blushing so much I don’t think we need to add any artificial blush to her face” teased Arpita. All I could manage was a sheepish smile. Arpita then took out a bright red lipstick asked me to pout and started painting my lips. After a minute of circling around my lips she showed me to pucker my lips inward to spread and even the lipstick. Once done she quickly took out a brush and combed my hair to one side and placed a blue bowtie clip to hold my hair in place. She then moved aside and revealed the mirror behind her. I was shocked to see my reflection. I could hardly recognize myself. She had done a really good job of making me up and I looked very pretty. So pretty I was actually turning myself on. “If it has this effect on you imagine what effect it would on other guys” guffawed Rini as she pat the small tent in the petticoat. That was enough for the volcano to start to erupt. I was embarrassed and quickly ran to the washroom and removed the petticoat. Luckily it was fully clean but couldn’t say the same for my boxers. Rini slipped something from under the door “Its ok Gurpreet, here wear this and come quick” I took it in my hands to see it was a pair of lace panties matching the bra I had worn. I was excited and feeling embarrassed to wear this and go out. I heard Arpita shout “Come out quickly else we come in, either wear the panties or come out commando, your call but come out quick” I could feel the sternness in her voice and quickly slipped on the panties and the petticoat on as I didn’t want to risk going completely naked under the petticoat.
The panties were a completely new feel for me, the fabric so soft and light. It was like I was wearing nothing but at the same time a feel of snugness. Surprisingly it “held” everything in place. I quickly went out as I didn’t want to keep the girls waiting. With that any trace of masculinity was stripped off me. All the piece of clothing on me were feminine and belonged to Rini. “So how does It feel to wear women panties??” Grinned Rini. “Now now Rini, we don’t want your panties getting soiled too now do we . . .come now Gurpreet, pick a saree that you like princess.” I blushed and walked towards the bed. There in front of me were 3 gorgeous sarees. This truly was a dream come true. All my life I had fantasized this moment of wearing a saree and now I finally get to. Not just a saree but bra blouse petticoat makeup and jewelry. All this in front of two pretty girls. I came out of my dream state and after a bit of deliberation picked the pink one with blue border matching the blouse. “Aww baby pink for our princess, cute choice Gurpreet, come here let us drape it”. I came forward and stood still while the girls went to work. I had literally become their dress up doll standing still for them to dress me up. Rini Started pleating one end of the saree to make the pallu while Arpita took the other end and tucked it under my belly button. She then asked me to spin around once and then started to make the pleats in the front while giving me a naughty smile. I could sense her smile but tried to look away and was too shy to make eye contact. She then took the pleats and tucked them in the front, her hands went into the front of the petticoat touching the seams of my panty. No guesses for what happened next, little Gurpreet was up again. I turned red and she laughed “Come on Gurpreet not again, control your excitement baba”. Rini laughed and I tried my best to control my feelings. Rini then bought the pallu forward over my “breasts” and pinned it on the side strap of the blouse. They both did their final adjustments and took a step back feeling proud of their creation. I went forward towards the mirror and was stunned to see myself. There I was draped in a beautiful saree looking like a pretty woman.
I automatically started to pose as seen in the pics the girls had shared. The girls were giggling but trying hard not to distract me while I posed and admired myself in the mirror. They then said its photo time and quickly started taking pics of me and then selfies with them. I was a bit more at ease now and started enjoying the situation. The girls shared the pics to me and deleted their copies to reassure me that it is all in good fun. They spent the rest of the night teasing me, making me model for them and even dance. I let my inhibitions go and fully embraced being a girl for that night even going as far as sleeping as Gurpreet . . . . . .
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qp904e/my_first_feminization_experience
cute topic <3