Monday, 13 March 2017

First Day at Sasural as Bindani - 3


I stepped towards the hall and I heard the delicate sound of my Payals on the bare hard wood floor of the hall way. I blushed. I sounded so much like a Bindani. I heard the swish of my Saree & petticoats along, feeling like a fish out of water. I had no idea of what was in this house that was my new home. I had no idea of how I should act, dressed up in a Bahu's clothes, as I was. It was physically difficult to maneuver the Saree while walking. The weight of the Saree & petticoats was heavy on my waist and the Ghungat made movement very tricky. I wondered how I would feel if I had to bend over to touch feet of my in-laws in this Saree with Ghunghat.

 

Aditi went on ahead to warn the guests and then we stepped in to the hall, my in-laws inside burst into spontaneous applause as we set our feet inside. The whole room applauded while I strode forth in my heavy Saree

 

I was very nervous walking restrained in Ghunghat out there helplessly in the hall by myself. Ghunghat is a tortures thing it gives constant remembrance to you that as Bindani you have no right to breathe fresh air or have a clear vision of outside world. Ghunghat restricts both the things nicely. It's sort of personal cage. It's a lifetime punishment Ghunghat reminds you that you have lost your personal identity when you became wife. You have no control over your life you are going to serve your husband and in-laws.  I have waited too long to be a Bhabhi and a housewife. My eyes were searching for my supreme commander, my master, my god almighty, my Husband a MAN’s Husband Kiranji… but he was nowhere.

 

As we progressed towards the hall, I could feel a shiver go down my spine. The Ghunghat was suffocating. My heart was beating fast as I tried to see through my Ghunghat. As we entered all the guests stood up and welcomed with clap. We were walking slowly with my eyes on floor through my Ghunghat. My Ghunghat was restricting my vision, but I guessed around 20-25 of them in living room. As we were walking towards center I was feeling shy and nervous. This increased my heartbeat even more. I was blushing in shame and that made my face look extra rosy. I could feel the silk on my body. I could hear the sound of my Payal, Bangles and other Jewellary in the room. As I was seeing towards floor thus could watch border of my Saree.

 

As I walked I felt a sensation of Ghunghat rubbing my nose. I was holding my Ghunghat by one hand and my other hand was engaged in holding my extra-large petticoats & Saree. That’s the time I was standing in front of my in-laws. What was strange was not being able to just look through the Ghunghat at their faces. I had my Ghunghat covering my face it blocked my view. And of course, having a Saree & petticoats swirling around my legs was really different. I kept my eyes in front down through my orange Ghunghat and took very short steps in my huge petticoats & Saree and went towards the big chair where Rekhaji, my Mother-in-law was sitting, I was now too scared. I bent down before Rekhaji to touch her feet as a respect my Saree spreading wide around my legs. My long braid of hair also fell down. Rekhaji just ignored me. I coughed delicately, causing Rekhaji's attention to come up as I held my submissive pose. Rekhaji was wearing a golden Saree her hair too were tied in a long thick choti which was kept on front like me from right shoulder. She was playing with her thick braid.

 

“Bindani!!!” She called me, I tried to stand as a response, “No No !!! I have not relieved you, keep standing like that, It is a high time to teach how Bindani of great Sareewala family must touch feet of her in-laws”

I tried to look at her face past my Ghungat, from the bent down position.

 
She then asked me to stand straight and instructed me step by step procedure of proper feet touching ritual.

With my face covered in Ghunghat, I am getting ready to serve my in-laws
 


First bend over properly at the feet of your in-laws

Touch their right feet with your right hand

Touch their left feet with your left hand

Touch the floor with both hands

Touch their left feet with right hand and same with right leg

Touch the floor with both hands

Now cross your hands to Touch their right feet with your right hand & Touch their left feet with your left hand

Doing so make maximum sound of your bangles

Touch the floor with both hands and keep waiting for blessing and to be relieved

 

I did so with Rekhaji and realized that it takes 2 whole minutes for each person, so for 20 in-laws, I will be bending over for 40 minutes. ‘Nice punishment for a crossdresser like me’.

 
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My back and waist already started aching, I then stood before Rekhaji while she was admiring my Saree “Magnificent Saree Bindani, show me your bangles” I showed her both my wrists, she took them in hand and judged how heavy the bangles are, then she asked me to show my bangles. Then she asked me to bend again to inspect my nosering, she slowly lifted my Ghungat and checked the nosering slightly pulling it to make sure it is really attached through hole in my left nostril. Then she took my choti in her hand and admired the length and thickness of it. Rekhaji then compared my choti with her choti. While looking into my Sas’s eyes I felt my heart skip a beat.

 

Rakhji then stood up and took me on her side, “Dear all here I introduce my Bahurani, Kiranji’s wife ShilpaBindani”, I tried to pull my Ghunghat more on my face.

 

My Sas said “Bindani now touch feet of your Devar, Nanandis and all the guests, did you touch feet of Sonaliji & Aditiji?? ”

 

“No Hukum” I managed to utter, “Bindani do you want to stand for hours in handcuffs attached to ceiling?” She whispered into my ears.

 

“No SasuSahebaaji, I will not make this mistake again” I replied & bent over to touch feet of cute girl Sonali first and then Aditi.

 

Then Aditi walked me before every guest men & women. I bent down once again to touch their feet they were in traditional dhoti kurta or sarees. Although some were younger than me it is compulsory to a Bahu to touch their feet. I was a little helpless Bahu bending before everybody they were enjoying it.

 

 

My gaze fixed on the ground terrified all the time lest I should trip over someone's feet. I was feeling very shameful. I could hardly see through the gold embroidered pallu of my Saree, the tinsel tickled my nose and I wanted to sneeze. I had never felt so nervous before. I walked cautiously lest I trip over someone’s feet in the congested hall. I bent down to touch the feet I vaguely heard 'Be a Bahu for lifetime' the words barely registered in my mind all I was aware of was the next pair of feet I must touch without losing my balance. The heavy & full pleated Saree the gold, the Ghunghat all combined to make me feel as if I was a heavy log of wood that had no mobility.

 

 

I realized I had no choice. This is where I really began to wonder what a MAN like me is doing here wearing Saree! My face covered with dominating Ghunghat I mean total discomfort...but at this point it was a little late to turn back.  I was very nervous. I knew all Bahus were a little nervous on their first day as newlywed Bahu at the Sasural, but for me it was much worse. I had only been a girl for last 24 hours after 23 years of life as a male, and here I was about to serve a guy who used to be a girl. It was insane when I stopped to think about it.

 

We then went to the kitchen, Sonali then handed over me a large tray filled with the tea & breakfast. We then again started walking towards the hall. My Saree was forcing me to take small steps & my jewelries were making lot of noise. What a strange seen was that a girls in T-shirt and jeans were dominating a man, treating him as a Bhabhi.

 

I suddenly felt tired and sick to my stomach. Was this right? But I enjoyed the walk anyway. I had gotten used to the heavy petticoats and long choti, and I had also come to appreciate the unique sensation of my Ghaunghat brushing my face. Still the heavy petticoats & Saree hobbled my stride. I seemed to be captivated by the pallu of my Saree I held in my hands as a Ghaunghat covering my face. I loved the feel of the fabric against my face and the frilly petticoats adorning both my ankles. I wanted to pull back my Ghunghat from my face and inhale the fresh clean air but I knew I could not in the presence of my in-laws instead I chose to serve the tea and breakfast dish to everyone.

 

My cock was responding to my embarrassment. It was rubbing with my thick petticoat. It was dancing over the sweet sound coming out of my payals and bangles. For me it was a strange experience to serve the people. It was a disturbing but also somehow a very thrilling experience, but when I saw myself in one of the big mirrors that lined one wall of the room, I saw it was right. There was nothing of a boy to be seen, only a pretty woman dressed in the bridal wear Saree serving her in-laws with Ghunghat over her face. Eventually, I gave in to my obvious femininity and I just enjoyed it. In the midst of my terrible shame working my way around the hall, I served each guest, leaning forward from my waist. I could feel the heaviness of the petticoats & Saree as I moved my body and the frills of petticoats swirled around my ankles. It felt delightful. As I served, I gave each person in front of me a view of my beautiful Saree, my

face covered in Ghunghat & My long choti while those behind got to see my petticoats peeping out of my Saree. The voluminous petticoats seemed to take on a life of its own, swishing noisily around my legs, and with every mincing step I could feel the petticoats tugging deliciously on my legs and caressing my penis.


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My mind raced. It was almost a dream come true to see what it would be like to be someone's wife. But how could I live here for my entire life as a Bahu of this khandan? Was I ready for that yet? How something like this work would and what else would I have to do to make it convincing? I will have to spend my whole life in a Haveli dressed in either Ghaghra-Cholis or Sarees with my face covered in Ghunghat.

 

I will have to live in mother-in-law's dominant laws and I will have to touch her feet again and again

I will have to clean the elder brother-in-law's room and I will have to pull down my Ghunghat again and again...

I will have to sweep the younger sister-in-law's room and I will have to listen to her taunts again and again...

I will have to cook at my husband's house and I will have to bear his dominance again and again...

This was the first day in fact first 6 hours of me as Bindani, but I was already tired of Saree and Ghunghat and the submissive role I was playing. BUT there was no way out and ever growing pressure on me to be an ideal Bahu, Bindani & Wife was increasing... Same was increasing my INSTRUMENT... will I be able to live like this forever.

Sonali told me that today evening there is going to be my MUH DIKHAI ( Face Showing Ceremony ) where hundreds of people will come to see me in the Haveli...and not to mention I will have to touch feet of hundreds of people.. ahhhhhh the spray... and the big wetness....What a lovely feeling...............

Will I be allowed to sit or for the entire MUH DIKHAI ceremony, They will make me stand ?? I was scared but my INSTRUMENT was excited with thoughts of MY MUH DIKHAI. All the Bhabhis and Devranis are invited for a MUH DIKHAI ceremony of a MAN IN SAREE.

The feeling is lovely, when you wear Saree and Ghunghat, though being a MAN



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Thursday, 2 March 2017

First Day at Sasural as Bindani - 2


"She's pretty helpless but definitely enjoying, let's see what we can do to make her a little less comfortable” I looked helplessly at Aditi she gave a hysteric smile and then stood in front of me with an evil grin on her face she then slowly pulled my pallu from my head covering my face with Ghunghat. Oh! I was now a typical Bindani, My life was now going to be encased in Ghunghat. I enjoyed the sensation of Ghunghat over my face and the thought that if anyone looked at me they would see a helpless Bahu. I really envied Aditi & Sonali who were enjoying the freedom & were confident young girls in unrestricting clothes like Jeans & T-shirt. They were enjoying my reduction from MAN to a BINDANI. What an absolute wonderful feeling! Ghaunghat is a very effective form of humiliation for a crossdresser MAN and was totally removing any pretense of MALE posturing on my part. What a strange luxurious sensation it was! An enervating, captivating sensation against which I felt the need to struggle. I had a feeling now of being really in In-law’s power. The delicate thing, all orange Saree, but relentless as steel in its grip, seemed to me an epitome and a symbol of a Bahu.

 
 

Ghunghat eradicated most of my sight. With the Ghunghat over my face, it was cold and the material clung to my face irritatingly. "A final precaution," said Aditi who held all the power, "Now, onwards keep in mind that your Ghunghat will remain on place properly all the time, it will teach you to be modest in the presence of in-laws, ShilpaBhabhi, and to remember that you are under their authority. You will have it always” she said. And she was right! I was completely imprisoned within the Saree & Ghunghat!

 

Taking away clear, distinct sight was perhaps the worst thing that the Ghunghat did to me.

 

When they finished, Aditi & Sonali sat back admiring their work. Then in an instant their eyes lit up taking on that smoldering, aroused, sadistic gleam, which appears in the eyes of orgasmic women when they has intention to crush a male ego for their pleasure. 

 

In a steel-edged voice she commanded, "From now on, ShilpaBhabhi, You are to keep Ghunghat this way EVERYTIME we see you. Is that understood?”

 

All I could do was dropping my head in submission, and shame and whisper "Ji,”

 

Aditi again added “One more thing Shilpabhabhi always respect your in-laws saying Ji Hukum”

 

"Are you ready to go ShilpaBhabhi?”.

 

“Ji Hukkum” I said past my Ghunghat.

 

Immediately I felt a chill run down my spine. I was going out dressed as a woman in Saree, for the entire day. I knew I would pass, but the circumstances had changed an exciting moment into a tense one. Sonali put a reassuring hand on mine and lead me slowly. Small breathes, Small steps, left hand loosely holding the pleats of my Saree in front of me, right hand demurely holding the edge of the Ghunghat, considering the circumstances. My member was stiff from pent up excitement. It was good that I had worn heavy cotton petticoats and was holding the pleats in front of me. My erection could be contained and camouflaged.

 

Aditi & Sonali’s smile sent a little shiver down my back at the thought of what my first day at my Sasural as a newlywed woman was to bring.  For some reason I had a very special feeling about today.

 

But I was a young man, 23 years old and soon to be 24. How could they do this to me? I was to grow up to be and fill my place in society as a man; I could not let myself be dominated by slim & apparently weak young girls like Aditi and Sonali.

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I already doubted whether I should go back to being a BOY at all but with all my willpower I decided not to give in to these emotions. I had to be a man. I do not know why, there is absolutely no logical reason or explanation, but Aditi's words made my nerves tingle. The most pleasant sensations suddenly raced through me. All my former ideas of becoming a man again suddenly had vanished. All I wanted to be was Aditi's Bhabhi ! Sonali’s Bhabhi !!. I was happy with my new status ‘Bindani’ and my new name “ShilpaBindani”

 

It was very humiliating to obey Aditi and Sonali but I have already locked away my male pride and handed the key to my in-laws. I was totally in their hands again and there was no way out and no end to it. But I was happy.

 

The constriction or the Saree & Petticoats, coupled with my Ghunaght, made me sway my hips even more in a feminine 'swish'. Aditi exclaimed, "Oh that is so much better, you are just so cute!" I blushed in shame, as they both giggled. "Time is running out", said Sonali. I was feeling very feminine, but still very embarrassed as the two girls again smile big smiles.

 

So, to continue, that was the first day of the rest of my life as an attractive young new daughter-in-law named ShilpaBindani. A rather startling and magnificent beginning in Orange Saree,

 

Those were unsettling to my sense of masculinity. Even worse, I had sort of decided that I wanted to wear Sarees and petticoats 24/7 for the rest of my life.

 

"Did the feel of the petticoats on your legs please you?"  Asked Aditi

 

"Yes Hukum" I replied shyly. Aditi nodded her head.

 

Aditi then added. "There's no doubt ShilpaBhabhi that you ought to be kept in crossdresser's clothes all your life."

 

"All my life Ji?" I exclaimed horrified.

 

"You are so much easier to manage," she replied. What a selfish argument! All she thought of was her comfort, not one consideration did she give to me, my position, and the career which awaited me. No! As a youth, I should give her orders. Under discipline and dressed in a Saree I received them from her. That was all she cared about.

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"All right sweetie; it's time to go to work. You’re a responsible Crossdresser Bahu now, who'll wait on her in-laws and obey their every command. I protested that I couldn't walk with Ghunghat over my face but she insisted that I learn to live with that situation.

 

I started to blush, again. Yes, I loved this, but maybe I should have been a bit more reticent. I am not supposed to be so overtly happy wearing Saree & petticoats, but I felt like a wild animal being held in captivity, Caged at last, forced to express my feminine side.

 

It was all I could do to remain calm as I heard my petticoats swishing inside my Saree as I minced over to the door. I mused to myself that even little things, such as the sound of my payals & bangles, were magnified to such a degree. Being a woman was obviously a distinct turn-on for a man.

 

The feeling of wearing a Saree for the entire day was something I had not been prepared for at all. There was something very pleasant about the way it swung and the feeling of the petticoats against my legs. My long thick hair tied in a long choti did move like real ones and I was quite dazed at how feminine I was beginning to feel. Aditi gave a slap on my Saree clad butt and I headed to the door obediently.

 

We came out of the room my head was bowed and I bent more than usual. I worried more about the attention the tinkling anklets and my long braid of hair would draw as I appeared to others. With my Saree & petticoat, negotiating stairs required my full attention. The frill of my petticoat allowed me to place half the sole of my feet on the next tread, if my other foot is right next to the riser. The Saree required my one hand to lift it while negotiating stairs & the other hand was busy in holding my long ghunghat. Descending was far more difficult to accomplish. I watched my Saree with lots of frills of my petticoats rise and fall with each step. I turned at the landing, and stared at the full-length mirror at the bottom of the stairs. I looked out of the corner of my eye into the mirror I could see the reflection of a beautiful woman, embarrassed and smiling shyly about the most wonderful feeling of joy I had ever had. It showed a young woman in Saree & Ghunghat descending with her Nanandis on both sides that were in T-shirt and Jeans. My mind went from confused at looking at my own reflection to totally thrill about being called a Bhabhi and being under control of these beautiful Nanandis. As I was walking down I was enjoying the dilemma with no evidence of maleness left. How such a strange consequences transformed me from a young man to a helpless Bahu of this Khandan!

 

My heart began to beat faster with anticipation as Aditi & Sonali helped me down the hallways. I was walking very slowly and deliberately taking care of my Saree, ghunghat & long choti.

 

Aditi's sense of humor had not been lost. "I think our Bhabhi got the better assignment while walking. I'm sure she is enjoying the restrictions of Saree & Ghunghat"

What will happen now ? Will a MAN be able to perform duties of a Bindani wearing Saree and Ghungat ??



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First Day at Sasural as Bindani - 1


MY FIRST DAY AT SASURAL AS A DAUGHTER-IN-LAW (BAHU & BINDANI)

 

I was awoken in the morning by a loud knock on my door and a voice telling me to get up, it was Sonali & Aditi’s voice, I slowly checked myself and I was still wearing the white Salwar Kameej, my husband Kiranji was not in our bedroom. I slowly walked to the door, my bottom was paining due to yesterday night’s cane treatment. I opened the door, My Nanandis Aditi, Sonali entered our room they were here to help me. Both were wearing nice t-shirts and track pants. I was expecting Piyu, because as per our initial plan, I was supposed to wear a good Salwar Kameej and in the afternoon go back to my normal life of a BOY.

 

“Bhabhi be quick everyone is waiting for you, they want morning tea to be served by New Bahu of this Haveli” Said Sonali.

 

“Give me 15 minutes Baisaji, I will have a Bath and change into the Salwar Kameej, where is Piyu” said I

 

“Ha ha ha!!! Bhabhi no more Salwar Kameej!! You are going to wear Saree today, did you forget that you are a Bahu of this Haveli” Aditi laughed loudly

 

“Where is Piyu, I want to meet Piyu…Because she had told me that I can wear Salwar Kameej today” I tried to avoid Saree.

 

“Piyu left this Haveli yesterday night”

 

Ohhh…. I was shocked to hear that Piyu has left me alone in this situation. I then remembered what I have committed to Kiranji, I had told him that I will be his wife for entire year. And now I realized my mistake, I did not think at that time, that I will have to wear Sarees from day one. How did I forget that newly married women wear Saree and not Salwar Kameej?? But my other mind and my cock responded positively at the thought of becoming a real sister-in-law despite of being a man. I made up my mind and accepted the future.

 

As per their instructions at the time of bathing, I loosened my hair bun also and used plenty of shampoo to clean my semi-permanent long hair. I then wore the heavy white cotton petticoat and orange colored Choli. I slowly came out of the bathroom to find both of them ready to help me to become the newly wedded woman.

 

I stood before my Nanandis. Sonali picked up one puffier, orange colored cotton petticoat and snapped it in the air a few times. It seemed to swell even more, and she held it in front of my face to see. It was thick, with multiple rows of frill. The bellowed effect of the petticoat was nice I could not hold my breath, and slowly wore that petticoat also, now I was wearing two petticoats one white and the Orange one having lot of frills at bottom, I already started experiencing the combined weight. BUT I was eager to know which Saree I was going to wear.

 

Sonali showed me the number of Sarees ready for me but then held "The Saree" before my eyes, I wanted to fall down and I lost power in my legs and knees

 

 
 

It was a crispy orange colored most beautiful Saree. I was going to wear that Saree, a BOY was going to wear nicest orange Saree with a cutest golden border and heavy embroidery work. Wearing a Saree like that was going to be very different. That was nice translucent Saree.

 

Sonali helped me to wear it in Gujarati style. What an embarrassing picture was that, two sweat girls wearing male clothes T-shirt and Jeans helping a true MAN to wear confined and restricting clothing of a Bahu like Saree Choli and Petticoats.

 

It was certainly a magnificent Saree and as my hands touched the rough & crispy material of the Saree. I felt really happy. I was embarrassed to realize that there's nothing I can do to hide my erection from Aditi & Sonali.

 
 
 
"Isn't this Saree sweet Bhabhi?, If that doesn't give you a hard-on, nothing will." Said Sonali, the Saree was still to come. She said hard-on ?? I thought, I heard something wrong.

 

“Let us fix Bhabhi’s long hair first” Said Aditi and started brushing my long hair. The long hair covered my back fully and touched my buttocks. I could feel the pulling as my hair was lifted slightly to allow them tied in long braid. After about five minutes of this, I could feel the pull at the roots of hair as Aditi made long slow strokes through the shiny, black hair. I could feel the ends of the hair against my back & ass. Now and then as Aditi brushed, I would catch a glimpse of my long thick braid of hair at by bottom. I could think only of how I must look. I imagined myself with beautiful, long flowing braid. The thought was so exciting I could hardly breathe. In a few minutes Aditi had plaited the hair in a thick long single plait, embarrassment is what it was. "Oh, Bhabhi your choti is so beautiful, long and so thick!" Aditi, said I was embarrassed to see the way she was holding my braid in her hands

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She swung the braid around my shoulder and let it rest on my right shoulder. Now I was quite close to being a traditional bahu. And I blushed looking at myself in choli petticoat with long braid running in front from right shoulder reaching up to my knees.

 

I wanted to yell out that I wasn't a woman, but I didn't dare. Already my boyish bravado was disappearing. The girlish sensations around me had an unnerving effect on me.

 

Sonali then started putting that beautiful translucent orange Saree on me. The Saree had pearls sewn on the pallu, small with an iridescent shine to them. The Saree had a golden border. I realized that Sonali has tied the Saree on me in Gujarati style. She then slowly pulled my pallu to cover my head. Thank god she is not covering my face with Ghungat I assured to myself.

 

Aditi then pushed twenty-one silver & golden bangles in each wrist. My hands suddenly became heavy. Then time for Payals, they tied double chained payals in my feet they were also heavy. All were now making lot of noise.

 
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Then Sonali walked me over to the mirror with the petticoats moving sensually between my thighs creating a wonderful frou-frou effect. The Saree and thick petticoats prevented me from moving very faster. I eagerly complied, the cold, thick petticoats caressing my legs my translucent Saree caressing every part of my body. The waves of femininity that were sending electric sparks all over my body were almost as good as orgasm.

 

When I saw myself in the mirror, I wanted to die immediately. I was now a typical newlywed daughter-in-law. With every slight movement of me, my jewelry was making lot of sweet noise. My long braid touching my knees was on front from my right shoulder. I was now a sweet little Bahu of this Khandan ready to obey, ready to serve.

 

 

“Welcome to womanhood, Rahul.” said Aditi. She was standing before me studying my face. Rahul???? ohhhh she said Rahul ???? ohhhh that is my name!!!! They already know what is standing erect inside my petticoats!!!! I wanted to shout loudly and run out of this Haveli, I don’t want money... I want to be free MAN….BUT nothing was going to happen.

 

“Rahul this is the last time, we are calling you by that name, but from onwards you will be Shilpa for us, our crossdresser Bhabhi !!! Sweet ShilpaBhabhi” Sonali and Aditi whispered.

 

I attempted to reach up to them but quickly recalled my situation. I opened my mouth to speak, but Aditi placed her finger over my lips and smiled. "No Bhabhi !!! Bahus of this Khandan are not allowed to speak without permission and for that we have a solution, this will make you remember the rule” added Sonali and opened the wooden box of my Khandani nosering and attached it to my left nostril. I wanted to resist but Aditi applied a slight pull on my long braid.

 

I envied the freedom that the young girls Sonali  & Aditi were enjoying, Jeans, T-Shirts and

shoes. A wave of despondency surged through my body; I felt the shame and humiliation at being presented to the young Bahu, Bhabhi in these crossdressing clothes Saree blouse and petticoats.

 

I was scared of being discovered I was secretly enjoying what was happening to me. It's a good job my Saree had such a full petticoats as my throbbing cock was rock hard again and pushing the front of my petticoats out .Sonali noticed this and squealed "Look Bhabhi loves this, look at bulge inside the folds of her Saree"

 


I felt the frills of my huge petticoat around my ankles, which felt very sexy. I had never felt this wonderful in whole life and hoped it would never end. It was the sweetest of self-imprisonment. The sounds of bangles and anklets, allied with the wicked susurration of Saree whispering over cotton petticoats excited me to a fevered pitch.


My drear Bhabhis and Devaranis What are you waiting for ? Why are you not putting your comments ??
 
 
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