Me & Bhabhi

My name is Parthiban, and my friends call me Parthi. I have just completed my final semester and am currently waiting for my results. I come from an orthodox family, where my father is a businessman, and my mother is a bank employee. Thus, I don't face any financial problems and can lead my life the way I want. I often spend money on my friends, which is why I have a large social circle. We reside in Mumbai, and I have an elder brother named Ravindran, who completed his degree three years ago and moved to Chennai for a job opportunity.

Although it was a great job, he fell in love with a girl named Lakshmi, who didn't belong to our caste. Our parents didn't support their love marriage, but they chose to have a registered marriage anyway. This decision caused an ego problem for our parents, and they refused to let my brother into our home. Despite the passage of time, their anger did not diminish.

However, I visited my brother's home without my parents' knowledge. My friends left for their respective relatives' homes, and a few others planned a trip, but I declined their invitation. Instead, I wanted to visit Chennai because I was in love with Saranya, who happens to be my bhabhi's sister. Saranya's family is small, and her mother passed away ten years ago. Her father, Balakrishnan, works as an accountant and adores his daughter. He supported his elder daughter's love marriage and even tried to talk to my parents, but they didn't agree. Balakrishnan is still hoping for a chance to resolve this issue.

Saranya is currently pursuing her second year of B.B.A., and I've been talking to her for the past one and a half years. I realized that she would be the perfect partner for me and fell in love with her. However, I am unsure if she loves me back because she always talks in a jovial manner. I couldn't read anything from her words.

My bhabhi completed her degree a year ago and started a beauty parlour. She invited me to visit it once, but I couldn't go as I had practical examinations at that time. I was preoccupied with my final year projects and didn't get the chance to visit again until now. I told my parents that I had an interview in New Delhi and left for Chennai to see Saranya.

I arrived at my brother's home on a pleasant morning and was surprised to see my would-be drawing rangoli at the entrance. She was dressed in a half-saree, which I admired about her. Though I had seen many girls in Mumbai and Chennai wearing modern dresses, no one had attracted me as much as she did. I had a special liking for girls in traditional dresses, and she looked cute in her half-saree. My heart pounded heavily, and I went near her to observe her rangoli. After a few seconds, she noticed me and said, "Hi Parthi. What a surprise visit. Your brother and bhabhi didn't tell me about your arrival." I responded, "I didn't inform them, but it's a pleasant surprise to see an angel drawing rangoli." She replied, "Hey, don't tease me," and I assured her that I was telling the truth.

Saranya instructed me to wait behind the door and called out to my brother and bhabhi. They both quickly came out and were surprised to see me. Ravindran exclaimed, "What a pleasant surprise! Why didn't you tell me that you were coming today?" I responded, "Just to give you a pleasant shock. How are you, bhabhi?" Lakshmi asked about my family, and I informed her that they were fine. Suddenly, my bhabhi's eyes filled with tears, and I realized what she was thinking. I tried to console her, saying that my parents would accept her soon, and that they were lucky to have her as their daughter-in-law.

Lakshmi combed my hair with her hand and said, "I am also lucky to have a nice brother-in-law like you. You are my first child." My brother and Saranya looked at us with the same feeling, and I felt happy. Saranya then instructed me to go and relax while they continued their work. Lakshmi teased Saranya by pulling her ear and saying, "Don't be jealous." Saranya replied, "I am not jealous of your husband and brother-in-law. I will get a good husband and brother-in-law better than you." Lakshmi playfully asked, "Can you marry Parthi?"

My brother and I were shocked when Saranya expressed that she did not want to marry someone who already had a sister-in-law. She explained that she wanted her husband's love to be solely focused on her and not shared with anyone else. Lakshmi chimed in, saying that it would only be possible if Saranya married an orphan because most men are attached to their parents. We all laughed, but Saranya's face fell. Ravindran comforted her and told her not to take it seriously.

After breakfast, my brother went to work and Saranya went back home. I stayed at my brother's house while my sister-in-law went to the beauty parlour. She invited me to come along, but I declined and said I wanted to rest. She made lunch and left it in a hot box before leaving. I took a nap and watched TV, but I found it boring, so I decided to visit Saranya's home.

I called her to ask where she was, and she told me she was at the theater with her friends but would be back in the evening. After having lunch, I received a call on the landline from my sister-in-law, who needed my help to bring her airbag that contained some imported makeup items. She instructed me to take the beauty parlour visiting card from her dressing table and use it to hire an auto to take me to the parlour, which was ten minutes away from our house.

Once I arrived at the parlour, I was impressed by its beautiful interior design. It was a women and child-only establishment, so I waited at the reception for my sister-in-law to come out. While waiting, I noticed the portraits of a female model and thought she looked familiar. When my sister-in-law finally emerged from the parlour, I asked her about the model. She told me her name was Indhra and was surprised when I guessed that she was Ravindran. I explained that my mother liked girl children and that she would put mehndi on our hands and call Ravindran "Indhra." She laughed at my explanation and asked what name she had given me. I felt embarrassed and shyly told her she called me Aarthi, which made her laugh even harder.

I asked, "Why are you laughing, bhabhi?" She replied, "Your mom is a genius for giving both boys a girl's name. I thought about our childhood, that's why I'm laughing." I asked, "What's the incident, bhabhi?" She said, "In our childhood, my mom dressed me like a boy. My sister and I danced like a couple. It's a nice incident that I like very much." I looked at her face, and she asked, "Do you think I'm lying?" I said, "No, bhabhi." She said, "I have proof, Parthi. My mom took photos, and they're in my album at home. I'll show you." I said, "Okay, bhabhi. How did you dress up my brother as a lady?" She looked at my face, and I saw a funny smile on her face. She said, "It's a suspense." I begged her, "Please, bhabhi. Tell me." She said, "It's a big story. When I started my beauty parlour, we were facing financial problems. I got money from my father as credit and started it. I decided to add heroines' photos to decorate it, but Saranya said that it was usual in all beauty parlours. So, we decided to book a new model for all the photos, but it was too expensive. I asked your brother for money. He suggested acting as a model in my photo session. But if I acted as a model, then who would do my makeup? It's tough to do makeup by looking at the mirror. He suggested Saranya, but I said she's the cameraman for this session, and it's not possible. He said he didn't have money, and I asked him to arrange some money on credit. But he said it wasn't possible. So, I came up with a solution to dress him up as a lady. At first, he refused, but I said that without a mustache, no one would recognize him. He hesitated to dress up in front of Saranya, but Saranya convinced him. It took two days to complete that session." I was surprised and asked, "But there's a big difference in my brother's face." She said, "Saranya worked on each and every photo with Photoshop." I realized that Saranya was an expert in Photoshop. I said, "Okay, bhabhi. I'll leave for home." She said, "Hey, what will you do at home? Just stay here. I want to talk about a personal matter." I looked at her with confusion and asked, "What, bhabhi?" She said, "Do you want to marry Saranya?" I was surprised how she knew that, but I didn't know what to say. She continued, "Don't lie. I want to help you, that's why I'm asking you. If you intend to marry her, then tell me. Otherwise, it's not a problem." I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, bhabhi." She smiled and said, "That's easy."

I was surprised as I looked at her face. She said, "Believe me, the last time you came here, you created a nice impression on her mind. She spoke about you for two or more days. I think she is very impressed by you. It may be easy, but your parents already hate us. If you marry Saranya, how will your parents react?" It was a million-dollar question. I had already thought about the same question many times, but I had no answers. I knew my parents; they did not accept my love. Their anger would increase because I would be marrying my bhabhi's sister. I explained my complete analysis about the task, and her face became serious. She said, "Okay, you are correct. Saranya is now studying, and she also wants to do her post-graduation. It will take some three or four years, so there is no urgency for you. My father will accept your love; no problem on that. But before that, we need to convince your parents. That is our first aim. So don't propose to Saranya on this occasion. This month, you should impress her, and then we can concentrate on the problems and solutions. If your parents are convinced and accept us, then there will be no problem for your marriage. They will ask you to marry Saranya. Your brother acts like he is happy, but there are some sad shades on his heart. Sometimes he cries secretly at night. I don't ask anything at that time, and I don't even show him that I saw when he cried. It is tough to miss parents. I know this because of my mom's death. It is easy when a person is no longer alive, but it is tough to face a situation where he is hated by his parents." I realized what my bhabhi was saying; she was one hundred percent correct. I had more time for marriage, and the first thing I needed to do was solve my brother's problem. Only then would it be easy for my marriage. I realized the situation, and my bhabhi gave me some ideas. I promised her to do this for her. I asked about Saranya's interests, likes, and dislikes. She gave me all the details. Finally, she said, "Saranya likes a boy who dresses like a girl." I was shocked. I asked, "What are you saying?" She said, "Yes, she always likes crossdressing. Last month, she ragged a boy in her college and dressed him in a half saree. After that, she and her friends teased that boy. It became a big issue in her college. But her friend is a close relation to the M.L.A., so that girl solved this problem." I was scared.

I looked at her with fear as she spoke, "Yes Parthi, she likes crossdressing. Have you ever dressed like a girl?" I replied, "Yes, when I was in the third standard, my class teacher forcibly dressed me in a nice frock." She asked, "Have you dressed like that since then?" I responded, "Before that, my mom dressed me, but I don't remember. After that, I haven't." She then asked, "Are you bold, Parthi?" Confused, I asked her to clarify. She explained, "Do you have the boldness to manage Saranya and her friends individually?" I admitted, "Sorry, bhabhi, I don't understand what you mean." She then revealed, "Saranya likes forced crossdressing. We will stimulate her to forcibly crossdress you. Can you manage that situation individually?" I replied, "I don't know, bhabhi, but I want Saranya to love me." She nodded and continued, "I know about her mentality. She is entirely different from other girls. She is so possessive and also seeks revenge like a hero. So we will stimulate her through revenge. But her revenge should be so tough to tolerate. Can you tolerate it?" Terrified, I looked at her, and she noticed my fear. She then said, "Okay, we will try another solution for your problem. But what I told you is the easiest way to impress her. Other ways take more time." I requested some time to think, and she agreed. We spoke for a few more minutes before I left for home.

As I sat at home, I found TV boring and started thinking about Saranya and Lakshmi's ideas. I realized that Lakshmi was willing to help me, as she knows about my desires. I decided against her suggestion of forcing Saranya to crossdress me, as it could create a bad impression. Instead, I wanted to impress her without anyone's help. I pondered a lot and eventually fell asleep. However, my sleep was disturbed by a dream in which four girls forcibly undressed me and dressed me in a half saree. They started teasing me by pinching my hips and slapping my butt. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and I woke up, terrified. I opened the door to find Saranya, my dream girl, waiting outside. She noticed my scared expression and asked, "Hey, why are you looking like seeing a ghost?" I decided to tell her about my dream, and as I explained it, I couldn't meet her gaze due to shyness.

Saranya was excited and exclaimed, "Nice dream! Are you a crossdresser?" I replied that I was not. She asked, "Then how did you have that dream? I can't believe it." I looked at her and explained, "I went to my bhabhi's beauty parlour and realized that the model photos pasted on the parlour were of my brother. My bhabhi told me about it, and after that, I had that dream." Saranya smiled and said, "Oh, finally my sister told you. Are you interested in crossdressing?" I declined, saying that I was afraid to dress in front of her, and that I did not want to show my female attire before marriage or after she accepted my love. I was sure about that and wanted to use her crossdressing habit as my trump card to trap her and marry her. I apologized, saying, "Sorry, Saranya, I don't like to crossdress now." Saranya smiled and asked, "Not now. Then when will you crossdress?" I replied, "I think a boy should crossdress only in front of his wife. I am also eager to dress in front of my wife. I don't want to show my girl pose to others." She nodded and asked, "Why did you call me then?" I said, "It was too boring here. That's why I called you to spend time with you." We chatted for a few hours, watched TV, played chess, and I helped her clean the house. She was impressed by my work, and I realized that it would create love in Saranya's heart. This continued throughout the week while Saranya stayed at her sister's house. One day, she challenged me to a chess match, and we made a bet. If I lost, I would crossdress, and if she lost, she would do what I said. I knew it was a tough one, and I didn't want to lose because I wanted her to fall in love with me. I played my best and won the match. I drew a mustache on Saranya's face and teased her, which hurt her ego. She said, "You will feel for this one day." I was shocked and didn't know it would hurt her. After that, she didn't speak with me, and I suffered a lot. Bhabhi asked about it, and I explained everything. She was shocked, and I said, "I just did it for fun, but I didn't know it would hurt her. I need your help, bhabhi." She replied, "It is tough to change her mind. She is so adamant. Time will reduce her anger," but I didn't know what to do.

"I can't see her after that incident. I obtained my degree and searched for a job in Mumbai, but I couldn't find one. I decided to pursue higher education in Chennai, but I lied to my parents and told them I was going to Bangalore to search for a job. My brother joined me in pursuing a master's degree, and I went to college from his home. I also worked part-time to support myself financially and continued to search for a job. I asked my sister-in-law about Saranya, but she replied, 'She has not come here after that incident. Your brother and I tried to convince her, but she said that you insulted her, and the issue became a family problem. She wouldn't even speak to me on the phone. I don't know what to do.' I looked at her skeptically and doubted her words, but she caught on and said, 'I believe you can't trust me. I am telling the truth, but it's up to you to believe me. You can ask your brother about this. She can't come here, nor can she speak with me.' I realized that she could easily read my thoughts and said, 'I believe you, Bhabhi. I had doubts only about her not coming here. How could she survive without seeing you?' She replied, 'Saranya is stubborn, Parthi. She quickly gets angry and behaves badly. Once, we had some problem, and she didn't speak to me for six months.' I was surprised and didn't know how to resolve the situation. I tried to call Saranya, but she didn't respond, so I sent numerous apologetic messages, but she didn't reply. I decided to meet her in person at her college. I told my sister-in-law, who said, 'Don't do anything now. Wait for her anger to subside. If you see her now, her anger will only escalate.' I understood what she meant. Three months later, Saranya came to my brother's house as usual, but she didn't speak to me. I tried to talk to her, but she ignored me. I gave up after that. My sister-in-law said, 'Parthi, this was the perfect opportunity to resolve the issue.' I replied, 'How, Bhabhi? She doesn't care about what I say. I tried my best, but she doesn't understand my feelings.' She suggested, 'The only way to resolve this is to dress up like a girl and stand behind her. You can draw a mustache and tease her heavily. If she teases you back, it will all be over. Her anger will dissipate.' I was shocked by her suggestion and looked at her. She said, 'Your brother will be on a week-long business trip. It's the perfect time to do this. I'll arrange everything.' I agreed."

One day, my sister-in-law instructed me to take the day off. I informed my college and awaited further instructions from her. The day before yesterday, my brother went on a business trip. Later, my sister-in-law said to me, "I sent Saranya here today to pick up some items at one in the afternoon. You can start crossdressing at eleven. Choose any dress from my wardrobe and other necessary items." I looked at her and said, "I need your help with dressing." She replied, "If I help you, Saranya will easily catch on. So you should dress yourself. I will give you some books to reference. That way, she will believe that you attempted to crossdress on your own. If she inquires about it, tell her that you crossdressed for her, and her anger will dissipate." I understood her reasoning and said, "I don't know how to dress like a girl. How can I manage?" She suggested, "Alright. Then just do one thing. Take the dress and other items. Wear a petticoat and wait for her. When she enters the room, try to hide under the bed. She will ask you to come out, and then ask for an explanation. You tell her that you wanted to show her your feminine side, and that's why you tried to crossdress. Then she can dress you up, and everything will return to normal. Do you understand?" I thought it would work, so I agreed. She went to the beauty parlour, and I waited for the perfect moment. It was now half-past twelve. I opened my sister-in-law's wardrobe and found Saranya's half-saree inside. I took the half-saree, bra, and panty. It was a yellow blouse and pavada with a red half-saree. I also took red-colored bangles, matching jewels, makeup kit, and other necessary items. I put them on the dressing table and locked the front door from the inside. It was a key system that could be opened from both sides. I went into my sister-in-law's room and removed all my clothes. First, I wore an inskirt and pavada, and then I tried to put on the bra. I looked at the time and realized it was ten minutes to one. I waited for a couple of minutes, and then I heard someone open the front door.

I had prepared myself for that moment, but the sound of multiple girls caught me off guard. I realized that Saranya had brought her friends along, something I hadn't expected. I quickly hid under the cot, but all of my crossdressing items were still on the dressing table. I knew that it would be easy for Saranya to discover my secret. However, I didn't have enough time to put everything away.

As the door opened, I could see only Saranya entering the room. She glanced over at the dressing table, and then looked around the room, before finally noticing me under the cot. "Hey Parthi, what the hell is this?" she shouted, surprised by my presence. I begged her to stop shouting, but she called her friends, and they came in laughing. I felt ashamed and lowered my head.

Saranya introduced her friends, Rekha, Mala, and Kavitha. She then asked for my name, to which I responded with shyness. Kavitha playfully slapped me on the head and asked me to tell them my name. I hesitated for a moment, but eventually revealed that my name was Parthiban. Saranya was quick to point out that it was a boy's name, and asked for my girl name. I replied that I didn't have one.

Mala teased me, saying that since I was already wearing a half saree, I was practically a lady, and wondered why I didn't have a girl's name. Saranya's sister had told her that my mother had given me a girl's name, and that it was Aarthi. Rekha playfully pulled at my pavada and urged me to say that my name was Aarthi. I complied, and I felt a strange sensation in my heart.

Saranya then asked me when I would be attending my age ceremony, but I became angry and didn't respond. She slapped me, warning me not to show my anger face, and asked again. I reluctantly admitted that I didn't know when it was. The girls laughed, and Rekha wondered what was wrong with me. Saranya explained that I was a converted girl from a boy, and therefore didn't know when the age ceremony was held. She then asked when I would be completely operated to become a girl, causing all of the girls to burst out laughing. I felt tense and uncomfortable, but I mustered the courage to say that I didn't want any operation.

Saranya continued to tease me, asking how I planned to satisfy my girl dream. I begged her to stop, explaining that I had only done it for her and that she was hurting me more and more. However, she revealed that she was seeking revenge for my previous refusals to crossdress for her. I was shocked and didn't know what to say.

I said, "Hey, I did it for you. Why are you seeking revenge?" Saranya smiled and replied, "Hey, I want to seek revenge because you drew a mustache on my face. I could tolerate that, but you teased me severely. That's why I want to take revenge. I will show you how teasing hurts." Rekha interrupted, saying, "Okay, girls, now let's dress Aarthi completely. She is half naked right now." Saranya took the bra and threw it on my face, ordering me to wear it. I replied, "I don't know how to wear it." Mala laughed and said, "Oh, it's not fair to wear a blouse without a bra. If you do that, then your breasts will jump, and boys will see everything on you." All the girls laughed. Saranya helped me to wear the bra and said, "It looks hot to see you in a bra, baby. If any boy saw you like this, then he would rape you." I looked down in shame. Rekha said, "Hey, she looks more beautiful with shyness." She lifted my face and added water balloons inside my bra. Then, I dressed in a half saree while Saranya fixed a long-haired wig on my head. I looked at all the girls in fear. Saranya comforted me and said, "Don't worry, baby. We will tease you slightly, okay?" She pinned my wig as a double plait and added jasmine strands to both my plaits. Rekha noticed that my ear piercing had closed and said, "Shall we use ear piercing solution to remove the dust?" Saranya said, "We don't have that solution here. So, we will try to add long dangling earrings." Three girls held me tightly while Saranya added earrings to my ears. It was painful, and I screamed loudly, but she didn't care. I noticed blood coming from my ears, but finally, she fixed the earring on my ears. She cleaned the blood and applied dettol on it. I felt the weight of the earrings, and they were huge. Then, she added a necklace, glass bangles, anklets, and gave me a slightly heeled sandal to wear. She added makeup to my face, including eyeliner, lipstick, striker, cream, and rose powder. She moved me to a long mirror, and I realized that I looked like a teenage girl dressed in a half saree. She swirled me, and I saw that the half saree was tied low on my hips, showing my navel. Rekha put an earring on my navel, and I felt shy, increasing the feminine feel. Saranya painted my nails with nail polish and gave a bag to Rekha, ordering her to give it to my bhabhi. She went to the parlour and gave it to her.

"Saranya asked me to relax until the girl returned from the beauty parlour. I felt shy standing before them dressed like a girl. After the girl returned, they started teasing me. Saranya said, 'You look so cute, di beauty. If we go out, then nobody will see us. All boys should see you. Shall we go out?' I was shocked and begged her to let me change back into my own clothes. Rekha said, 'No, baby. We've just dressed you up, and there are more events in our schedule. We'll let you change later.' I looked at them, feeling scared. Mala said, 'It's time for us to go out.' I begged them not to take me, but they didn't care. They pulled me out of the house, and Saranya locked the door before ordering me to get into the car. I looked around the neighborhood, but nobody was watching me. I quickly got into the car, and Mala started it. Saranya ordered me to open the gate, and I was scared, but I didn't have a choice. Rekha pushed me out of the car, and I quickly opened the gate. Mala started moving very slowly, and I was scared to wait there. I heard the voices of some neighborhood boys, and they looked at me doubtfully as they crossed our gate. But Mala drove the car out of the gate, and I closed it before getting back into the car. Saranya laughed loudly and said, 'If you had waited there alone, there was a chance of the boys raping you.' The other girls laughed too. I hung my head low, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I was proud to be dressed like a girl, but I didn't like being humiliated by Saranya. I didn't know whether she accepted my love or not. I asked her where we were going, and she said, 'Just wait, darling. Your makeup isn't perfect yet, so we decided to take you to a beauty parlour.' I was shocked and begged her not to do this, as there was a chance of someone recognizing me as a boy, which could be dangerous. Rekha reassured me, saying, 'No, baby. Nobody will recognize you, so don't worry.' I was surprised when they brought me to my bhabhi's beauty parlour."

I begged her to stop sending me inside the parlour. Saranya laughed and said, "Your bhabhi has never sent me like this before. But today, she sent me home. I know that both of you planned to reduce my anger. I want to show her your feminine attire." She pulled me into the parlour, where I saw some girls working. They had seen me before, so I felt embarrassed and lowered my head. Saranya went inside and instructed all the girls to go for lunch, leaving only me, her, and my bhabhi.

Saranya then ordered me to sit on the chair, and I looked around for my bhabhi. Saranya commented, "The wig is not very curly. Bring a curly hair wig from my sister." Rekha went to call my bhabhi, who came out and was shocked to see me in feminine attire. She looked at Saranya with anger, and Saranya explained, "She is Aarthi, my best friend. She wants to do a facial. Can she?"

My bhabhi asked Saranya, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you humiliating him in front of your friends? What are you thinking?" Saranya smiled and said, "I am not humiliating him, sister. I saw him crossdressing, and that's why I wanted to show him this attire. I didn't do anything wrong." My bhabhi demanded, "This is too much, Saranya. Give him his dress back."

Saranya replied, "I don't have any dress with me. If you have a saree, then you can dress him in it." My bhabhi said, "Saranya, don't irritate me. Give him back his pant and shirt." Saranya replied, "Oh, I don't have any pant and shirt with me. I think he would look better dressed like a girl. He is not a boy. He is a girl."

I got angry and exclaimed, "I just wanted to impress you, not be humiliated by you." My bhabhi said, "Okay, Saranya. You can go. I will take care of Parthi." Saranya said, "I just came here to do a facial for Aarthi. If you want me to do it, I will. Otherwise, we can go to another parlour."

My bhabhi replied, "Hey, Saranya. Don't play with me. I am your sister, and I am ordering you to leave my parlour. I will take care of Parthi." Saranya said, "But Parthi wants to impress me. He will obey my order to reduce my anger. It is his choice. Either he obeys me or not. Tell me, Parthi."

I was shocked and didn't know what to say. I wanted Saranya's love, but I didn't want to be humiliated. I looked at my bhabhi, who said, "He doesn't need to impress you with this humiliation, Parthi. She is cheating you. Don't say yes."

Saranya replied, "Sister, just shut up. I am just asking Parthi. Not you. I know a top secret of your husband. So just shut up and watch. Otherwise, I will tell it to my friends." She winked at me and looked at a crossdress photo of my brother. My bhabhi was shocked.

Bhabhi closed her mouth and looked at me. Saranya asked, "Tell me Parthi." I replied, "Okay, Saranya. It's your choice." Saranya then said, "Alright sister, it's time for Aarthi's facial." My bhabhi gave me a facial, and when Saranya showed me a mirror, I realized my feminine features had increased. She then replaced my wig with a curly-haired one and tied it loosely. "Now sister, we need a saree for Aarthi," Saranya said. "Can you give me a gorgeous saree?" My bhabhi replied, "I don't have any saree here." Saranya handed over her house key to Rekha and asked her to bring a pink-colored saree from her table, along with matching jewels. After that, Saranya asked my bhabhi to thread my eyebrows. Once done, Saranya removed my half saree, and I was left in my bra and petticoat. "This isn't better for a saree," Saranya said, "we need to add some more water to these water balloons." She added more water to the balloons and placed them inside my bra. I realized the weight had increased more, and the balloons were hanging heavily, enhancing my feminine feel.

Rekha returned with the saree, and Saranya added a sleeveless blouse on me, then tied the saree low hip, which revealed my navel. I tried to hide it, but Saranya corrected the saree and slapped my hand. She removed my glass bangles and replaced them with pink-colored glass bangles. She also replaced my jewelry with a matching necklace and long dangling earrings, and added a nosepin to my nose. After touching up my makeup, she placed a pink-colored bindi on my face and led me to a long mirror. I saw a matured girl who was ready for her marriage. They then brought me back to my brother's home. Saranya ordered me to wait for her while Rekha and Mala watched me. I didn't try to remove my dress, but instead enjoyed my femininity. Mala commented, "Your hip is like a girl's hip. It's so hot," making me shyly lower my head. After some time, I heard Saranya's voice and came out slowly. Mala handed me a tray with two coffee cups and snacks, which surprised me. When I looked at the hall, I saw Saranya waiting and dressed in a formal pant shirt. A woman was sitting next to her, and I realized it was Saranya's father, leaving me surprised and shocked.

Bhabhi closed her mouth and turned towards me. Saranya asked, "Tell me, Parthi." I responded, "Okay, Saranya. It's your choice." Saranya then said, "Okay, sister. It's time to give Aarthi a facial." My bhabhi gave me a facial, and Saranya showed me a mirror. I realized that my feminine beauty had increased slightly. Saranya removed the wig I was wearing and replaced it with a curly-haired wig, tying it as loose hair. "Now, sister, we need a saree for Aarthi," Saranya said. "Can you give me a gorgeous saree?" My bhabhi replied, "No, I don't have any sarees here." Saranya said, "Rekha, this is my house key. Please go there and bring the pink colored saree on my table. The matching jewelry is also on the table. Please bring them quickly." Rekha went to Saranya's home to get the saree. Saranya instructed my bhabhi to thread my eyebrows, and then she removed my half saree, leaving me in my bra and petticoat. "This isn't the best shape for a saree," Saranya said. "We need to add some more water to these balloons." She added more water to the balloons in my bra, and I felt the weight increase significantly. Rekha returned with the saree, and Saranya put a sleeveless blouse on me before tying the saree. I noticed that the blouse had a low neckline and a big window-stitch at the back, revealing my entire backside. I felt shy and tried to cover up, but Saranya corrected the saree to show my navel. She replaced my glass bangles with pink ones and removed my other jewelry before putting on a matching necklace, long dangling earrings, and a nosepin on one side of my nose. She touched up my makeup and added a pink bindi to my face. She then led me to a full-length mirror, and I saw a matured girl who looked ready for marriage. They brought me back to my brother's home, and Saranya ordered me to wait for her while Rekha and Mala watched me. I did not attempt to remove my dress, as they were ordered to tie my hands if I did. Instead, I enjoyed my femininity and adjusted my saree to cover my breasts. Mala laughed and said, "Your hips are like a girl's hips. They are so hot!" I looked down in embarrassment. After about half an hour, I heard Saranya's voice, and she ordered me to come out. I slowly stepped out, feeling shy. Mala gave me a tray containing two coffee cups and snacks, which surprised me. I looked around the room and saw Saranya waiting for me, dressed like a boy in a formal pant and shirt. Sitting next to her was a woman whom I realized was Saranya's father. I was surprised and shocked.

"He sat like a woman. Rekha's gesture prompted me to offer them coffee. Slowly, I moved with a feminine grace. I glanced at Saranya, but she looked back at me as if a man had just seen a woman. I felt shy and lowered my head. Her father said, 'Look at my future son-in-law. Only then can we finalize the marriage.' He spoke like a middle-aged woman, making me even more embarrassed. After serving coffee to Saranya and her father, they asked me to sit down. I sat like a demure girl. Her father asked, 'Do you like my son?' I felt shy and tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. So I nodded my head in agreement. Her father said, 'That's nice. Your marriage will take place now.' I was shocked. The three girls brought me to a room, where they removed my saree and dressed me up like a bride. They adorned me with matching gold bangles, earrings, and anklets, and applied makeup. After dressing me up, they led me to the hall. I saw my sister-in-law waiting there, dressed in a pant shirt like a married man. I was shocked to see her like that. She smiled and said, 'I think your dream has come true today. Enjoy the aarti.' Saranya was waiting there, along with three other girls, who were now dressed up like boys. The whole house was cross-dressed. They led me to a chair, and finally, Saranya tied the mangalsutra around my neck. We received blessings from Saranya's father and sister-in-law. It was a great day for me. No girl has ever had a day like this, nor any cross-dresser. Today, I dressed up in a half-saree, and realized the femininity of being a new-age, modern girl. Then I dressed up like a woman getting ready for marriage, and finally, I dressed up as a bride and got married. All of this happened within six hours, and I enjoyed every moment. After our real marriage, we enjoyed our cross-dressing first night. I am so happy to be a girl."