Lovely crossdresser

I was deeply immersed in my
thoughts sitting on the old wooden
chair in my single room, which I had
with difficulty managed to acquire
on rent. Everyone in my village
called me Gappu. I was termed as
the most intelligent child of his
village and was the most popular
among the masses in my village.
Everybody called me a calculator
and praised my skill, as I could
compute all the figures, fastest in
the village. Nobody could match my
skills. This led myself to infer that I
was brilliant, and therefore it will be
very easy for me to earn money in a
city. Provoked by some elderly
people that I was fit to become a
Babu(accountant), it was for this
reason, I came to the city, assuming
that it was not at all difficult to get a
job, with difficulty and after paying a
hefty amount as deposit was able to
acquire a small single room at
exorbitant rate of rent. Six months
had passed by. I had by now
experienced that there were more
intelligent people in the city. It was
simply not possible to get a job as
an accountant. But, to return back
would simply be foolish and
degrading and will have to face
humiliation regarding my skill. I
soon learnt that it did not require
knowledge and skill to get a job, but
it was simply manipulation which
could get me through. Since six
months had passed without
anybody recognizing me or my
skills, I had been their without a
job. Money with me had almost
expired. I needed to do something
drastic. Once again I started reading
the job columns of a day old
newspaper. My mind once again was
full of prejudice as he saw that
almost all the clerical jobs or any
post of accountant was advertised
only for the fairer sex. How could I
apply there. After a moment I threw
the newspaper and lay down on my
cot just thinking hard about what I
could do next. The position was
extremely difficult for me. Had I been
a girl, I would have got some job
somewhere by now, I thought. After
all, at all places I went for an
interview I found out afterwards that
a girl has been employed. My own
landlord was a lady and she was
also employed as a teacher in a girls
school. She earned enough for
herself and her old mother. The
mother and daughter were staying
together in their four room house.
The landlady was a divorcee and
after her divorce came back to her
mother to stay with her. Her mother
was more than pleased to see her
daughter back. She had been
witnessing a horrible time after her
husbands death. To make there
house more secure, both of them
thought it better to rent a room to a
man. It would have provided them
safety and money. Since they
thought I looked innocent. I was
able to get the room. I had no
problems with my landlady. Laying
down for a long time I got tired. To
pass my time, I once again took the
newspaper in my hands and started
reading all the vacancies again.
Scrutinizing all the advertisements
my eyes stuck down on a particular
ad. for the post of an cashier.
Though the requirement in the ad
was for employment of a girl my
eyes got stuck on it because the
name of the institution seemed
familiar to me. It was a school where
my landlady was employed as a
teacher. I thought that it would be
better if I asked the landlady to help
me provide a job. By evening, the
landlady was home from work. She
saw me standing on the main gate
of the home. But then it was a
familiar sight for her, therefore she
ignored me and proceeded to knock
her gate. Before the door could be
opened up for her I gathered
courage to speak to her, I want to
talk to you madam. I need some
help. I always referred to her as
madam because I respected her. She
was amazed at the sudden outburst,
but hiding her anxiety, she invited
me in to her home. I followed her to
the room and sat down on the chair
placed in the very first room. The
landlady was called Bansi by her
mother. Strange name for a woman, I
thought but stayed quite. Bansi went
in to refresh herself while I waited.
After a while, when bansi, the
landlady came back, she had taken
off her saree and was wearing just a
blouse and petticoat the cleavage
was somewhat visible which made
her look sexy and inviting.. She sat
down just in front and asked me,
'what do you wish to talk to me'. I
then explained to her that I
desperately needed a job, because
my resources had almost exhausted.
Bansi was moved. But how can I
help you? she asked. I then referred
to the ad I had seen a while before
and showing it to her, said, You can
help me by getting this job. Bansi
saw the ad. The ad had been placed
by a her own school for a female
cashier. How can you ask me help to
get this job for you. You are
certainly not a girl. So by no means
you can be a female. So how did
you imagine that I will help you in
getting this job. It is not possible,
saying this, she refused to help me.
But I was in no compromising mood.
Its true the place is for a female
cashier, but who knows after seeing
my working skills and testimonials
they may prefer me instead of a girl.
May be you are right, said Bansi.
After all I am aware of you
calculations, how fast you do it.
But, I cannot help you. If you think
you will be called for an interview,
you better try it yourself. That made
me upset and I went away
disappointed. However, I decided to
give a try. The next day I wrote an
application with my complete bio-
data and sent it by post. When the
principal and owner of the School,
got the application, she was
surprised to find out that the
application had been sent by a man.
In her curiosity she looked at the
address as to see from where did
she received the letter and was
further amazed that the address was
familiar. She checked the address in
her book and found out that it was
of Mrs. Beena or Bansi as we call it
in our story. The principal, Ms.
Reema Singh at once called for
Bansi. When Bansi arrived to meet
her she asked her to sit in front of
her on the chair placed in the middle
of the three chairs and throwing the
letter to her asked, What kind of
joke is this? After looking to the
letter Bansi was furious but she kept
her calm and told the entire episode
to her principal. After listening to
the story the principal was amazed.
Though she seemed keen to help me
because of my impressive record,
the rules of the school came in her
way. I am ready to help him but you
very well know Bansi that this is a
girls school and its administration is
managed entirely by us women.
There is not a single male person
employed in the whole school. If we
want to help Gappu we will have to
call a meeting and discuss the
situation. Bansi felt better. After she
left the principal decided to call a
meeting of other teachers. Almost all
the senior teachers took part. But
they were divided in their opinion to
employ a man in the school. So it
was finally decided that they would
call me for an interview and would
then afterwards decide the whole
issue. So a call letter for interview
was handed over to Bansi to give it
to me. I was overjoyed when Bansi
handed over the letter to me. After
all your wish has been fulfilled. You
have been called for interview. I
wish you best luck. I heard these
words but simply went blank in my
mind and just stood up there for a
while. I appeared before the
principal for the interview in a
skeptical mood. I had not expected
the least that I would be called for
it. But pretending to be confident,
though nervous I answered all the
questions put to me rightly and
precisely. The principal and the
interviewing Board was amazed at
my depth of knowledge in general
and about my work. But, after the
interview they all said that they
would inform me later. After I had
left, a discussion erupted among the
group that I would certainly be the
most eligible candidate for the post,
but my gender was a problem
because the rules did not allow them
to employ me. However after a
heated argument it left to be decided
by the principal. After a long
thought the principal called on
Bansi and asked her to bring me
along with her to her home in the
evening after the school was over.
By evening Bansi and I were present
before the principal at her home.
After some formal talks she said,
Gappu, you have impressed us with
the interview. We wish to employ
you but the rules of our school do
not allow a man to be employed.
The only solution to this problem is
that you will have to change
yourself. If you are prepared to work
dressed as a girl, we may be able to
employ you. So think about it and if
you are interested please meet me
on Monday in usual working hours
appropriately dressed up as a girl in
a saree. If you are able to pass off
as a girl, I assure you that you will
be employed. I could not believe my
ears, as to what I was hearing. Here
was a job in the offering but I was
called upon to compromise my
gender. I did not wanted to lose the
job as I desperately needed it, so I
answered. I will think about it and
give you the answer. After I had left
the home of the principal with
Bansi, I asked Bansi, Madam, will I
be able to do it. I do not want to
lose the job. After all it is too hard
to get another job. Bansi assured
me that she will help him in any
manner he wanted. After all it was
all like a dream for her too. As soon
as I reached home with Bansi, she
asked me to be with her. I quietly
nodded and without a question
followed her into her room. The
room contained a bed and two
chairs with a small table. She asked
me to sit on the chairs while she
took time to refresh herself. After
she had refreshed herself, she sat
on the chair next to me and said to
me staring in my eyes. What have
you thought? Are you giving it a try?
I had no answer. I was confused. I
sat mum. Sensing my utter
confusion, Bansi advised me, I think
we must try it at home first. If it
works then we shall togather on
Monday will go to School. I nodded
in approval. After I had expressed
my willingness to try, Bansi asked
me to have a bath and completely
shave of my body. I simply obeyed
and it took almost two hours before
I came back to Bansi again. Bansi
saw me completely shaved without a
single strand of hair on my entire
body.I looked very clean. You see,
said Bansi to me, you men are lazy
creatures. How neat and clean it
looks without a strand of hair on the
entire body. I think we must now
wait until tomorrow, said Bansi. I
wore my shirt and trouser and sat
there on the chair to have a chat
with Bansi as to about how would I
try dressing up and what help I
required. The next day when Bansi
was back home from school and
after she had refreshed herself called
me. I think that we must not waste
time. We must give it a try now.
Saying this She asked me to strip
naked. I felt ashamed. But I had to
do it. After all Bansi was only trying
to help me out. So answering in
approval I removed my shirt,
trousers and the banyan from his
body and waited. Bansi then took me
to her wardrobe and asked me to
choose one of the saris. I was
confused but finally I mustered up
the courage to select an old sari.
Bansi was quick to react. She soon
found out a matching blouse and
petticoat. But, before I could go on
to try a saree the most important
thing was the bra. Bansi measured
my size and gave me her bra which
was a size short than required.
Hesitatingly and blushingly I wore
it. Due to short size the cups of the
bra were filled with the loose chest.
It seemed somewhat rounder. But it
did not seemed enough. So Bansi
placed two handkerchiefs filled with
some grain. Now the cups were full
and became round. After that I tried
on the blouse which was also a size
short but I wore it anyway. Bansi
helped me to wear a petticoat and
draped the sari around me. She then
had a good laugh. Are you going to
work in the school like this. You
look horrible. Something more needs
to be done. I saw myself into the
mirror. I looked like a drag. But I felt
in myself a strong feminine feeling
which I am unable to express. I was
excited. For the first time in my life I
had experienced the feeling of a
filled bra, the feeling of a swirling
petticoat and the sensation it
provided while moving. I wished I
could remain the entire day in a sari,
but my face was somewhat a
disappointment. You need to apply
make up. So Bansi did whatever she
knew. It took almost an hour to do
it. Now its somewhat better with
make up and lipstick. But we will
need professional help. Said Bansi. I
just nodded in approval. So Bansi
then called on a beautician and after
some arrangement fixed her
appointment for me. You need to be
ready when I come back tomorrow
from work. Yes madam. I replied. I
will keep myself ready tomorrow
evening. The beautician arrived at
noon. She already knew that this
work was something never done
before by her. So she took it as a
challenge. I was all mentally
prepared for this change. It took
almost two hours and finally the
face, nails were done. I saw myself
into the mirror. I was simply
amazed. The face had changed.
From a rough face with all greyness
of beard, it was now transformed
into a smooth skinned face. Now it
was time to wear the sari Bansi had
left for me. The beautician at work
helped wear me the dress in such a
perfection that when it was done, I
could not believe in myself. It was a
dark green sari with black stripes.
The bra seemed full and more
shapely done. But still I did not have
a wig, ornaments etc. That did not
bother me much. Both I and the
beautician then waited for Bansi
chatting with each other. Barely an
hour after Bansi came back from
school. She saw me waiting for her
with the beautician. Bansi was
amazed and excited so much that
for a moment she wanted to give me
a tight hug with all her might. But
she controlled herself, complimented
the beautician for her good work.
After half an hour when she had
changed and all of us had a cup of
tea, it was time for them to have
some purchases into the market.
When I heard that I was to go along
with them, I almost froze down. But
Bansi patted me on my back, gave
me some encouragement and then
together all of us went to the
market. At the market I never raised
my head nor did I had the courage
to look at anyone. I was afraid if
anyone will find me out. Bansi
sensed the fear in me and all along
she tried to cheer me by saying how
beautiful I looked as a girl. So the
entire shopping was for me. A wig
was purchased for me, my ears and
nose was got pierced, bangles were
purchased my size. When we were
back my make up was made
complete with all the accessories
purchased. Final touches were
provided. Now after I had worn a wig
and ear rings I looked a perfect
beautiful girl. I had my dinner also
with Bansi wearing the sari. I was so
much pleased with the effect that I
simply did not wanted to take off the
sari even when it was time to retire
on to bed. Sensing my excitement
Bansi gave me her nightie to wear
for the entire night. The next day
was sunday. It was weekly off for
Bansi. I woke up to find himself
wearing the nightie and the bra. I
quickly rushed before the mirror.
The make up had faded to some
extent. while I was consciously
looking into the mirror Bansi just
entered the room, saw me peering
into the mirror and laughed. I turned
back to greet her. You need to wear
the sari the whole day long today. It
will make you comfortable and at
ease when we visit the principal
tomorrow. Therefore I have brought
this sari for you. Though the
blouses do fit you somewhat tighter,
I wll get them stitched for you once
you get the job. So after I had his
my shave and bath once again took
time for my makeup in a way I had
learnt a day before. Though not
perfect. I was able to do it in some
decent way. The sari was an old
one. I had now worn the sari almost
three times so this time I was able
to do it all by myself. Though not
perfectly after I had worn the sari I
entered the kitchen where Bansi was
getting the breakfast ready. She saw
me standing behind her. So you
have entered the kitchen too. Are
you willing to learn cooking. saying
this she gave to me some onions to
peel. I took the onions and sat down
on a stool laying in the kitchen.
Bansi now patted me on my back
and complimented, Good girl. When
she patted the hooks of the bra dug
into my back. But then I loved the
pain and the feeling. You will soon
be able to find a Mr. right for you.
After all you have started showing
interest also in cooking. I though
rejected Bansi's idea blushingly, I
was filled with excitement and
fantasy of getting married as a bride.
The entire day I remained with Bansi
helping her with her domestic
duties. Bansi had a good time.
Though her mother did help her but
most of the work was done by Bansi
alone and today she had me to help
her. She thought herself foolish. I
had been staying in her house for
over six months now, but she never
dared to ask for help. But now when
I was wearing a sari, she has simply
no hesitation in giving me orders,
and I had simply been obeying her
commands. The day was full of joy,
excitement both for me and Bansi.
Before I departed Bansi gave me a
good new sari. You must get ready
early morning. We will have to meet
the principal tomorrow. That night I
could not get a good sleep.
Thoughts of impressing the principal
just troubled me. But finally after
midnight I went into slumber. The
next morning was somewhat heavy
for me. The anxiousness, excitement
of being in a sari and that too for a
test really bothered me. I wanted to
give my best. So early morning I
woke up and started the whole
process of shaving, the body all
over again. It did not consume much
time. After that I sat before the
mirror to apply all the make up. It
had to decent and light. It took a lot
of time. Finally I managed to get the
look right. The nails were painted
once again. Now I took the bra into
my hands which Bansi had helped
me purchase my size. My hands
were shaking but I had to do it.
Once the bra was in its place, the
cups were filled. A perfectly sized
bra certainly looks better and
creates a wonderful effect. The
sensation created by the bra was
just I never wanted to miss. I then
took the petticoat and tied it just
below the navel and then it was the
blouse. The blouse created a more
perfect look of the breasts that I
now had. Before tying the sari, I
wore my wig. Once the wig was in
place, I then started wearing the
sari. It took a lot of time since I
wanted to do it perfectly. By that
time Bansi was already up and was
almost ready for school. She was
about to have her breakfast but she
came into my room. She saw me
struggling with the sari trying to
drape it perfect. She helped me with
the rest of makeup. The effect was
good but it became astounding after
I had worn my earrings, placed a
bindi on my forehead, and wore
almost two dozen of bangles in each
hand. Before setting off to school I
looked myself into the mirror a
dozen of times. I then began to
realize, why women took so much
time to get prepared. They want to
be perfect and good looking without
any blemish at all. I too had the
same feeling. It was now time to
leave after some breakfast and a cup
of tea. I sat behind Bansi on the
scooty she rode and off we went to
the school. It was still some time to
start. So Bansi took me to the room
of the principal and asked me to
wait for some time. I had no choice
but simply to sit and relax because
the principal was not yet present.
The school was buzzing with
sounds of the girls all around. All
the teachers one by one entered the
room of the principal, signed in the
attendance register and walked out.
They were not able to recognize me.
So I felt somewhat comfortable. A
few minutes later the bell rang and
all the students lined up for their
daily prayers. I could hear them
pray. After the prayers they departed
into their class one by one.
Suddenly I heard the footsteps of a
confident young women coming
closer to me. She was the principal.
I stood up to greet her but she
entered into her office without
noticing me. I felt somewhat upset.
But then I could do nothing except
to sit and wait. After a few minutes
the peon an elderly lady came up to
me and said, You are called in. My
heart began beating fast. But I tried
to keep my calm and stood at the
door of the Principal's office. May I
come in, Madam. I asked politely.
Yes, yes I have been waiting for
you. Please have a seat. I sat down
on the chair placed in the middle
before her. I was nervous. The
principal said, you have done a
great job. I could never imagine that
you will look so good. I am just
amazed by your dressing skills. I
think you have won a place for
yourself. You are selected for the
job. But you will have to dress up
daily and only in a sari. We have
provided a dress code for our
administrative staff. So you will be
given three sets of sari's in a year. I
just could not speak anything. The
only words that came out of my
mouth were thank you. The principal
sensing my fear just asked me to
relax and wait for the small interval
they had after two classes. So once
again I sat down on the sofa that lay
in her office and waited. After an
hour there was a small interval of
ten minutes. The principal led me
into the staff room where all the
teachers had gathered. Seeing the
principal they all stood up in her
respect. The principal then started
speaking in a commanding voice.
Dear members of the staff. The
senior teachers must be
remembering and knowing that we
had interviewed a young lad for an
administrative post of a cashier. The
post was advertised for a lady but
since we got an application from a
boy we called him for interview and
I must admit that he was brilliant.
Therefore to test the genuineness of
his claim to the post I had laid
down a condition that if he will wear
a sari and pass of easily as a girl we
would select him. Today he has
fulfilled the condition. He is now
with me and I want to introduce him
to you. I hope you all will make him
comfortable. Here is This young
man. She led me by my hand and
then introduced to all the teachers. I
just kept my hands folded and
greeted them. The principal then
again announced. We all are going
to address him as Miss Gopika. All
the teachers cheered. I was now a
girl in their midst and they were
going to call me gopika. I loved the
name. The principal then led me to
the office and showed me my seat.
You have to collect the daily cash,
provide receipts and after the due
time report all to your chief
accountant Mrs. Nair. She then
introduced me to Mrs. Nair and
explained to her that she should
treat me as a friend and a junior.
After Mrs. Nair learnt that I was a
boy her attitude towards me became
much caring and loving. Very soon
she handed over to me all the
receipt books and explained to me
the rules and regulations of the
work. So I became Miss Gopika. In
the evening when it was off I came
home with Bansi. She also started
calling me gopika. I had been given
three sets of sari's which I was to
wear daily for work. Bansi insisted
that I must wear sari even when I
remained at home because that
would help to boost my confidence
as a girl. She gave me few of her old
sari's which she did not wore. I was
quick to get used to my job. Mrs
Nair was a kind hearted lady and
would always advice me when I did
something wrong. In her free time
she use to teach me the basics of
make up and wearing the sari in
more elegant way. I used her tips
and within a fortnight I did my work,
make up and dressing up all by
myself. Bansi was pleased with the
rapid progress I made. She taught
me the ways and mannerisms of a
girl. I also learnt by observation. In a
month I completely submerged my
true identity and I never wanted to
live as a boy again. Living as a girl
was much better. I became more
disciplined and responsible towards
my work. The principal was pleased
with my work and she had no
hesitation in expressing it. It was
over a month that I had been
working. I had got my first pay and I
wished to convey this news to my
parents. I had just started writing a
letter that I received a message from
Bansi. I quickly adjusted the pleats
of my sari, slid the pallu on my
shoulder and went to Bansi. You
have a telegram. I read the telegram.
My parents had passed away in an
accident while they were on their
way to meet me. I could do nothing
but to change myself once again. I
went to my native village and after I
had completed all the formalities of
funeral came back. I felt as if I had
been left all alone. But then, Bansi
was of great help. She helped me
out of depression and I started my
job once again. In a few days I was
normal. Since I had no connections
to my village anymore, I sold out my
assets whatever I had. Bansi
assured me that she will help me in
any way she could. Six months had
almost passed since I started on my
job. Barely for a few days I had the
chance of wearing my shirts and
trousers. The entire time I lived as a
girl. Sari had become my favorite
dress and the salary received by me
was very much spent in cosmetics,
and clothes. Bansi used to take me
to school on her bike. So in a way
she was always with me. I gradually
learnt cooking from her. She also
taught me to stitch. I learnt knitting
from Mrs. Nair. In fact all the
teachers were keen to teach and
advise me whenever I needed it. So
in six months I learnt a lot about the
life as a girl. Girls work very hard
and with responsibility. I also
acquired the traits. It was time for
winter vacation. Christmas and new
year were approaching. The
students were given a weekly off.
But the staff and the teachers had to
attend to finish off their pending
work. Since there was not much to
do most of the teachers would just
sit and chat about their children,
their husbands. Bansi had very less
to speak because she neither had
any children nor any husband. She
was a divorcee. So she would just
slip away whenever other teachers
talked about such subjects. Some of
the teachers noticed this and felt
sympathy for her. One day I also
joined them, when one of the senior
teacher erupted and said to me, Why
have you not married so far gopika.
You are such a nice person. The
other teachers looked at me. I could
not find a suitable person. I said.
Well, well said one of them 'Why
dont you marry Bansi'. After all you
stay in her house and both of you
know each other very well. I glanced
at Bansi. She was looking at me. I
sensed some expectation in her
eyes. I will think about it. I replied.
But, I have a problem. How can I be
a husband to Bansi. I respect her.
She has taught me everything about
being a girl. It will be very difficult
to act as her husband now. I can't
do that. The teachers heard my
answer. One of them said. Allright,
you may be having problems to act
as husband. But I do not think you
will have any problems to act as her
wife. After all she has made you
such a beautiful and talented girl.
And a gopika must always dance to
to tunes of Bansi, Isn't it. The other
teachers replied, Yes that will be
fine. You can certainly become a
bride and accept Bansi as your
husband. The words went ringing
into my mind. Lord krishna played
the flute. The flute is called a Bansi
and the gopika's would just dance
to the tunes of his Bansi. So the
tunes of Bansi in fact became their
lord. What a coincidence. I thought. I
have become gopika to dance to the
tunes of Bansi. I glanced at Bansi.
She was looking at me. I just could
not look straight into her eyes and
turned my face. Bansi knew I was
feeling shy. The other teachers also
noticed it. They had a good laugh.
That evening when I returned home
with Bansi, I had a totally different
attitude towards her. I just had not
the courage to speak to her directly
calling her name. I started using the
words 'aap' and jee for her. She
noticed it. But she seemed to be
enjoying it. When it was night time
and we were ready to retire, Bansi
came to me and said, I wish to talk
to you something. I just listened. I
am a divorced person, you already
know it. After looking towards you I
think, I committed the greatest
mistake in my life. My husband was
also a cross dresser. But, I did not
like it and persuaded him not to do
any such thing. He just could not
control his emotions and therefore
that relation ended up tragically.
But, now I have started loving you. I
do not wish to lose you. But how
can I marry you now. I simply have
no manly feelings now and I will not
be able to satisfy you. I am very
much involved in my life as a girl
and I do not wish to change myself
because I have started enjoying
every bit of it. I replied to bansi. But
she stood calm and said, This is no
problem. If you wish to be a bride
then I am ready to accept you as my
wife. Think about it and answer me
tomorrow morning. Good night now,
and she went away. I knew I had no
one in life to turn to. So I was ready
to be a bride to Bansi. So when
morning came the first job I did was
to rush to Bansi and said to her, I
am ready to marry you, but only as a
bride. Bansi heard this. She hugged
me with all her might and said, I
knew you will not refuse. I felt
ecstatic. When I reached the School
with Bansi the news spread very fast
that I had agreed to marry Bansi and
that too as a bride and to become
her wife. Did'nt I say, Bansi is a role
model of women's empowerment,
One of the teacher said. All seem to
agree with her. So it was decided.
The wedding was to take place in
just two days before the school
started again. It was going to be a
simple ceremony. The wedding was
to take place in a temple situated
near the school. Bansi informed me
of the decision. All the teachers
were enthusiastic about it and they
took the initiative to take care of my
wedding dress, make up and all. The
school principal also got involved in
the whole affair. The next day was
spend purchasing clothes, jewelry
and other things. The marriage was
fixed for friday. I could do nothing
but just watch the whole scene like
a dream. Came Friday and very early
morning one of the teachers from
the staff came to my room. You are
still lying gopika, wake up now.
There is no time to waste. So she
took me to the school with her
where all the arrangements had
already been made. I was rushed
into a room and my make up began.
It took more than usual time for face
make up. For the first time in my
life, heena was applied on my
hands. After the facial make up, it
was time for dress. It was a dark red
frilly lahenga choli heavily
embroidered with zari.I wore it. The
size was almost perfect. I couldn't
help myself looking into the mirror
again and again. After all I wanted
to look the best today. After I had
worn the lahenga and choli, it was
time for ornaments. I was made to
wear most of the ornaments but
some of them were kept aloof. It was
noon by the time I was ready as a
bride. When I walked the lehanga
would just rub against my smooth
skin and when I would breathe the
choli would expand and contract. I
just loved the feeling. I also wore a
dupatta which was to become my
veil. Bansi was there by noon. She
was wearing a three piece suit and
she had also sported a small
mustache. She was going to be my
husband. I just loved looking at her
small mustache which she had
pasted under her nose. It was now
time for wedding. I was led to a
room in which the idols of Shiva as
Ardhnarishwar had been installed.
One of the teacher Mrs. Patel
became the purohit and chanted
verses. Then She asked Bansi to
insert the nose ring with the beads
in my nose. Bansi did that. You are
now accepted as a girl. From now on
you will be treated as a girl by all of
us. Then I was made to bow before
the idol and asked to repeat what
the teacher who acted as a purohit
was saying. It meant, O lord give me
strength so that I may be able to live
as girl and get married to a suitable
man. After that the havan started.
Bansi and I performed the seven
pheras in which I vowed to
completely surrender to my husband
and my husband vowed to take care
of all my needs in life. My husband
then applied sindoor on my forehead
and also tied a mangalsutra. I had
been waiting for this moment. After
the marraige ceremony was over we
had a celebration with lunch in the
campus itself. The rest of the time
was spent in enjoying, cracking
jokes and singing. When it was
evening, I was escorted to Bansi's
home. My husband accompanied me.
We took the blessings of her mother.
She was at such ripe age that she
had very less vision. She blessed us
as a couple. After that we had
dinner. After the dinner Mrs. Patel
took me to the bedroom. Its every
girls dream. She said. You just sit
and wait for your husband. I could
do nothing but just sit and wait. As
I sat on the bed Mrs. Patel pulled
my dupatta and covered my face
making a veil of it. Do not lift the
veil. she said. Its your husband's
job. I accepted and she left. I waited
for almost an hour. After an hour I
heard the sound of shoes stepping
into the room. My heart began to
throb. My husband entered the
room. He took his shoes off. I just
did not know what to do. So I just
stood up, went near my husband
and just touched his Feet. My
husband was quick to react. He just
lifted me up in his arms and said,
Gopika, I love you. You are the most
suitable and beautiful girl I could
marry. I assure you that I will try to
satisfy all your needs as a girl. I felt
somewhat easy. The veil was still
hiding my face. Bansi lifted the veil
off my head. I could not look at my
husband. So I kept my eyes and face
lowered. My husband lifted my face
from the chin and said, you are
looking very beautiful today. I was
pleased to hear that. Another half an
hour just passed away about talking
of our future. Bansi then reminded
that it was now time to sleep. Bansi
kissed me on my forehead and said,
wait for the morning. I am going to
give you a special treatment. Both of
us slept well. But I was woken up
when I felt something wet. I found
out that it was very early morning
and My husband was kissing me. I
am glad that you woke up. I am now
going to give you the most
pleasurable moments of life. He then
started pressing me, licking me and
kissing me all over the body. I got
aroused. I was about to touch his
breasts that my husband quickly
glided my hands into his trunk he
was wearing. Hold it and press it. I
found out that it was a ***** made of
rubber. Play with it, my husband
said. And do not touch my chest. I
had to do what my husband said.
After an hour of foreplay, when the
excitement grew and the love
became passionate, I just felt a jerk
in my body. My husband was now
pressing my breasts and the rubber
***** had penetrated me. In and out
going like a piston in a pump. For
the first time, I knew how it felt to
be a girl. It was painful yet it
provided pleasure which I am unable
to explain. I just longed for it. The
exercise continued for a long time
until my husband was exhausted. I
was also exhausted. I just lay down
for a few minutes only to see the
time that the penetration had
continued for almost half an hour. I
hope my girl is satisfied, asked my
husband. Yes, I am. I said looking
gratefully towards him. It was
morning time. I woke up and looked
outside the window. It was
beginning to dawn. I assembled my
clothes and the bed in order and
rushed into the kitchen to make tea
for me, my mother in law and my
husband. A new day and a new life
for me had begun. When, I got the
tea ready I poured it into the cups
and was just to give it to my
husband I saw that his little
mustache was getting out of place. I
could not hold back my laughter. I
pressed it into its place. Bansi saw
it, removed the mustache. I do not
need it anymore. Saying this he
pulled me back into the bed, hugged
me so tight that I gasped for breath,
gave me a long kiss and said, get
ready we need to get back to work. I
stepped into the kitchen to prepare
breakfast while my husband sat
reading the newspaper. In an hour
both of us were getting ready for our
jobs. I wore my usual sari which
was provided to me by the school
and so did Bansi. Bansi tied the
hooks of the bra, wore a blouse and
was about to drape the sari, when I
said, I want to speak to you. Say
what you want to, Bansi said. I have
accepted you as my husband. But I
am witnessing my husband wearing
a sari, applying make up and a
Bindi. Isn't it strange. Bansi
laughed. You are the most lucky
wife to have a husband like this. It
should not bother you the least,
what I am wearing. I was just joking,
I said and had a giggle. Soon, both
of us were ready for work and as
usual I sat on the pillion. I lay my
hands on his broad shoulder but
Bansi stopped for a second. Do not
lay your hand on my shoulder. you
are my wife now. Just put your
hands around my waist and rest
your face on my back. I did it. Now
that really makes sense. And
together we rode for the school.
When we reached the school, the
principal called both of us. Both of
us entered the principal's room.
Aha, that's my good girl. how are
you feeling after the suhagraat. I just
hung my head and lowered my eyes.
So she asked Bansi, You must have
used the gift I gave you. Yes, I did
it, said Bansi and she was also
pleased and satisfied. I then
understood that the rubber ***** was
a gift from the principal. I am giving
you a week off. You may enjoy
yourselves. After a few moments, we
took leave from the principal. Bansi
had planned a tour. Both of us went
to a hill station. It was my
honeymoon period. As we entered
the Hotel room booked for us, Bansi
closed the door, caught me from
behind and said, Are you enjoying
your life? I replied, Yes, with such a
loving and caring husband like you
any girl would be the happiest
creature. Saying this I closed my
eyes. Suddenly I felt the hands of
my husband caressing my buttocks.
The hands slowly glided upwards. I
realized, that the game had begun
once again. I just let myself loose
as Bansi started opening the hooks
of my blouse. I was in a blissful
state. Life had turned to be a bed of
roses for me. I just enjoyed keeping
my eyes closed. A new life had
begun for me.