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.