The Bunny Girl Party

Rahul's wife, Priya, loved to organize parties. One evening, she shared a special idea with Rahul. "I'm planning a costume party for this weekend," she said. "You will be the waitress, and I will be the hostess greeting our guests."

Rahul looked surprised. "Waitress? But I have never dressed like that before," he replied.

Priya smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will help you get ready. It will be fun for both of us."

Rahul was still unsure. "What kind of costumes will we wear?" he asked.

Priya showed Rahul a traditional Indian waitress outfit she had bought. It included a saree, blouse, and petticoat. "You will look very nice in this," she said.

Rahul felt nervous but also curious about this new experience. He wondered how his friends would react to him wearing women's clothes.

Priya noticed Rahul's hesitation. "It's just for one night," she said. "We can try something new together."

Rahul thought for a moment and then nodded. "Okay, I'll try it," he said.

Priya clapped her hands in excitement. "Great! I'll start sending invitations to our friends."

Rahul smiled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had never done anything like this before, but he trusted his wife's judgment.

That night, Rahul couldn't sleep well. He kept thinking about the party and how he would look in the costume. He wondered if his friends would recognize him or if they would make fun of him.

The next morning, Priya woke up early to prepare for the party. She helped Rahul practice wearing the saree and taught him how to walk and stand properly.

"Remember, you are the waitress," she said. "You need to be confident and smile at our guests."

Rahul nodded, feeling more prepared but still nervous about the evening ahead.

On the day of the party, Priya laid out a traditional Indian waitress costume for Rahul. There was a cream-colored saree with gold borders, a matching blouse, and a petticoat. She also brought out a long black wig with curly hair and a special breast form pad.

"First, we need to put on the wig," Priya said. She placed the wig on Rahul's head and adjusted it carefully. "This will make you look more feminine," she explained.

Rahul felt strange with the long hair covering his shoulders. He touched the soft curls and looked in the mirror. "It feels heavy," he said.

Priya smiled. "You'll get used to it. Now let's add the breast form."

She handed Rahul a special padded bra. "This will give you the appearance of breasts," she explained. Rahul put it on under his blouse.

"It feels tight," Rahul said, adjusting the bra.

Priya helped him tie the saree around his waist. "The saree will cover most of your body, but you need to stand straight," she said.

Rahul practiced walking in the saree and high heels. He stumbled a few times but eventually gained confidence.

As guests began to arrive, Rahul greeted each one with a traditional Indian namaste. "Welcome to our home," he said, helping them with their coats and bags.

The long wig made his movements feel different, and he had to be careful not to swing his arms too much. The breast form felt natural under his blouse, and he almost forgot it was there.

Rahul noticed that all the guests were Priya's women friends from college. He wondered why there were no men, but said nothing. He served them tea and snacks while Priya entertained them with stories.

One woman admired Rahul's costume. "You look very authentic," she said with a smile.

Rahul blushed but didn't say anything. He was surprised how natural he felt in the women's clothes, despite his initial nervousness.

Midway through the party, Priya called Rahul aside. "It's time for your second costume," she said, handing him a pink bunny girl costume with ears and a tail.

The costume was made of soft, stretchy fabric with a shiny satin finish. The ears were attached to a headband, and the tail was fluffy and white. There was also a matching bunny girl bra and panties set.

"First, we need to adjust your wig," Priya said. She removed Rahul's long black wig and replaced it with the bunny girl ears headband. "This will look cuter," she explained.

Rahul put on the bunny girl bra and panties. The bra had padding to make his chest look more prominent. Priya helped him put on the pink dress over it. The dress was short and fluffy, with sleeves that looked like bunny paws.

"Stand up straight," Priya said. "The tail should hang naturally."

Rahul adjusted the tail, which was attached to the back of the dress. He practiced walking in the costume, feeling the tail sway with each step.

The women at the party cheered as Rahul emerged in the new outfit. "Look at our little bunny!" one woman cried, tossing flower petals in the air.

"Adorable!" another woman said, clapping her hands.

Rahul felt self-conscious but tried to smile. He served the women drinks and cocktails, feeling the bunny ears bounce with each movement.

One woman pinched his cheek playfully. "So cute!" she said.

Rahul blushed but felt proud of himself for trying something new. The bunny costume was more revealing than the waitress outfit, but he felt confident in it.

Priya took photos of Rahul with the guests. Everyone wanted to pose with the "bunny girl."

Rahul enjoyed the attention and the fun atmosphere. He realized that being in women's clothes wasn't so bad after all.

As the night wore on and the women enjoyed their drinks, a tomboyish woman named Meena stood up. Meena was tall and muscular, with short-cropped hair and a confident smile. She was known for her outspoken nature and love of sports.

"I call dibs on the bunny girl for the rest of the night!" Meena declared, her voice loud and confident.

The other women cheered. "Yes! Make her be your bunny!" they shouted.

Some of the women clapped their hands, while others raised their glasses in approval. One woman threw flower petals at Rahul.

Meena walked over to Rahul and took his hand. "Come on, bunny girl," she said with a playful wink.

Rahul felt nervous but also excited about this new adventure.

Meena led Rahul to her home, which was a small apartment nearby. The apartment was decorated with sports memorabilia and had a cozy living room.

Once inside, Meena declared, "You'll be my weekend wife."

Rahul wasn't sure what that meant, but he was curious to find out.

Meena showed Rahul to a bedroom with a large bed and a wardrobe filled with women's clothes. "Pick something to wear," she said.

Rahul chose a blue silk nightgown and put it on. Meena watched with a smile.

"Perfect," she said. "Now come sit with me."

For two days, Rahul found himself in increasingly feminine situations. Meena took him shopping for traditional Indian women's clothes. They visited a local market where colorful saris, lehengas, and salwar kameez hung in abundance.

Meena helped Rahul choose a beautiful red sari with gold embroidery. "This will look perfect on you," she said, holding it up against his body.

The shopkeeper assisted them with measuring and selecting the right size. Rahul tried on several outfits, feeling the soft fabrics against his skin.

Meena also bought Rahul a matching blouse and petticoat. "You'll need these to complete the look," she explained.

After shopping, Meena taught Rahul how to apply makeup in the Indian style. She showed him how to use kohl to line his eyes, creating a dramatic look that emphasized his eyelashes.

"Kohl is an important part of traditional Indian makeup," Meena said, carefully applying the black liner.

She then taught Rahul how to apply sindoor, a red powder, to his forehead. "This signifies that you are married," she explained, though Rahul wasn't actually married.

Rahul practiced applying the makeup himself, making mistakes but learning quickly.

They attended a small family gathering where Rahul wore a beautiful mustard-yellow lehenga Meena had borrowed from a friend. The lehenga had intricate embroidery and a matching dupatta.

Rahul stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the dupatta over his shoulders. Meena helped him with his hair, creating a traditional Indian hairstyle with curls framing his face.

The family members were surprised but accepting when Rahul arrived. Some complimented his outfit, while others simply smiled and nodded.

One relative asked, "Who is this beautiful young lady?"

Meena proudly introduced Rahul as her "special guest."

Throughout the gathering, Rahul felt nervous but also empowered. He participated in conversations, played traditional games, and even danced to Bollywood music.

By Sunday evening, Rahul stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing himself. He wore a green salwar kameez that complemented his eyes. His hair was styled in loose waves, and his makeup was perfectly applied.

"I never knew this side of me existed," he whispered.

Rahul returned home with many new experiences. He carried a small bag filled with the clothes Meena had given him—a red sari, a mustard-yellow lehenga, and a green salwar kameez. He also brought a small makeup kit with kohl, sindoor, and lipstick.

He decided to share his feelings with Priya. "I had an amazing time this weekend," he said as they sat together on the sofa. "I learned so much about myself."

Priya listened attentively, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What happened?" she asked.

Rahul told her about shopping for traditional Indian women's clothes, learning how to apply makeup, and attending a family gathering. He showed her the clothes and makeup kit.

Priya was happy to hear about Rahul's weekend. "I'm glad you found something you enjoy," she said. "We can plan more costume parties if you like."

Rahul smiled. "I would like that very much."

From that day on, Rahul began to explore his feminine side more openly. He wore the clothes Meena had given him around the house, practicing how to move and speak in a more feminine way.

Priya supported him every step of the way. She even started wearing men's clothes sometimes, saying it was her turn to explore a new side of herself.

They began a small club where other couples could explore similar role-playing in a safe and accepting environment. The club met every weekend at their home.