Story: Wife of Thomas

Wife of Thomas

I have always kept my CDing fantasies close to my heart. I was staying with a friend called Thomas who was also my colleague at office.One day, we had to present a skit (a small drama) at office as an extra-curricular activity. The skit was in order to convey the message against smoking. Thomas was acting the role of a man who is a smoker. The theme was such that his wife makes him understand the dangers of smoking and he decided to give up smoking. But unexpectedly, the woman colleague who was supposed to act the wife role had to take leave on that day. So we were in trouble. But one friend suggested an idea, he asked me to play that role. He said, I have very much feminine looks and with dressing I can be a beautiful woman. I was blushed !!!!! And I became excited and agreed to the idea.

They called a beautician. The beautician helped me dress in a stunning yellow saree and matching blouse. She applied lipstick on my lips and nail polish on my nails. Also she placed the wig on me. She commented that I now looked as a perfect housewife. I blushed, as usual!The skit was very good. I played the role of housewife excellently. I smiled and spoke with love to my husband, explaining him that smoking is dangerous and I want my husband to be healthy as I love him very much. 



Everyone liked my acting. Once the skit was over, my friends crowded around me to see me more closely in the housewife dress. They all commented on how beautiful I looked. And you know - I blushed again and again !!!We are about to return to our homes. Then we realized that my pants, shirt etc which I have kept at dressing room has been lost. We searched a lot but did not get it. Finally Thomas suggested that he can drop me home quickly, and I can be in saree itself until I reach home. I agreed reluctantly. I sat in the back of his bike and we started for home. I felt very much shy as I was in saree and I am riding with a man.We got into a traffic block. It appeared that it will take some time to clear the block.Thomas had to do some shopping. So we both decided to go to the near shopping mall. After Thomas made the required purchases, we were about to leave the mall. 

Then sales girls approached Thomas and told him - "Sir, we have a collection of beautiful sarees which will suit your beautiful wife". Wow! Dear readers, you can guess how I felt then....I felt so shy and embarrassed. Thomas politely declined their offer, and we were about to move out of the mall.Suddenly we were surrounded by a lot of staff in the mall. All were clapping there hands. Thomas and I looked in wonder. Then the manager of the mall said "Sir and Madam, we were conducting a lucky winner couple contest. The computer will choose the winner randomly based on the visuals from surveillance camera. You are the lucky couples this time. 



Congratulations!" Thomas stood there smiling. He could take it as a joke. I covered my face in shyness. A sales girl came near me and removed my hands from my face. And she said - "See everyone, Madam is blushing !!!" Everyone laughed and clapped again. I smiled shyly to all and said thanks.When we reached home, Thomas told me that he enjoyed the trip very much and it w as so good to have me dressed as a woman traveling with him as his wife. I smiled to him shyly. He stared at me for a long time, scanning me from head to foot.Next day, he bought some new sarees. 


He requested me to wear sarees when I am at home because it is a pleasure to watch me in saree. I protested it, but he kept on insisting with love. So finally I agreed.So I started to crossdress at home always. Thomas helped me by buying the accessories. We gave up the habit of eating from outside, and I started cooking. Gradually, I took up more house wife duties. I started washing and ironing his cloths, cooking foo for him etc. Gradually, I started playing almost the role of his wife!Thomas started becoming very much naughty to me. He used to come and hug me from back while I was busy in kitchen cooking. Sometimes he holds me lovingly to him, and I don't resist him. I liked placing my face on his chest and relaxing, while he patted my hair affectionately. 



Occasionally he may try to grop me. Once he caught me and dragged me to bed lovingly and started gropping me. He made lay on bed and he climbed on top of me, kissing my lips. Even though I tried to move away, he held me to bed strongly and continued kissing me. His hands started exploring my breasts and naval. He opened my blouse and bra and started squeezing my breasts. My protests became weaker and weaker.I felt like a deer in front of a tiger! And I lose my virginity quite soon. And I realized that I have a lot of thrill awaiting, as I am now the wife of Thomas in all sense!

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Story as told by a wife.

Story as told by a wife.

I am Priya, married to beautiful man Kumar. We are married for 5 years and have a wonderful child together. Ours marriage is through engagement as we hail from orthodox Hindu families. This is the story of my loving husband Kumar.

You might be thinking why I pitched beautiful  instead of handsome in previous paragraph while introducing my husband. Well, this story is meant to expose how my handsome husband became beautiful and beyond.

 He is highly educated successful marketing person; I am a graduate house-wife. He made very good savings and we are happily living in our own apartment in Hyderabad. He is bright, caring and gentle person. I love everything in him; he always treats me as a princess. However one thing which made me restless during our early marriage days was that he was too busy with work leaving at 7am to return back after 9pm. I was being lonely, as a pastime learned to stitch blouses. I became expert with my inherent interest and by trying out a few varieties for my fittings. I used to model my work and take suggestions from him. He liked my creativity in stitching and started encouraging me more.

 One day while I was complaining about my loneliness when he is out, he suggested I should start a business on tailoring. Though I pushed the idea aside, it made more sense to me as I kept thinking about it. I cogitated to begin small by working from home â€" As I stitch only ladies blouses, it would be pretty safe and keep me engaged during daytime. I worried a bit as none in our families ventured to business in the past. He encouraged me; prepared some fliers for advertising and distributed in the apartment complex.

 I thought to myself, I have to present him something unique and special to commence the occasion of my business. During my thinking of what to gift, I recollected the conversation we had on first week of our marriage - He expressed he likes color green and he likes flowers. Relishing that moment I thought to myself, Poor man  he cant have both to wear. Playful smile rolled over me. Then an idea stuck me, what if I stitch first blouse which is green making tiny floral embroidery work and present him. He can keep it as a trophy to cherish in our later years thinking of my success in this line of business. I felt this as unique gift that relates to my new business. This way my first artifact from the business goes to him as gratitude towards him, what else could be more apt than this? The more I thought, the more I felt this as appropriate trophy for him.

 I got a parrot green blouse bit and did some embroidery with orange and yellow floral designs. Sunday morning, after puja, I surprised him by giving this blouse in a box. My first delivery is for you, hope you like it and will come against. He didnot understand. Once he opened the box and saw a blouse he was shocked, surprised and got nervous. He slowly said he cant wear this alone. Surprised hearing the word ALONE, thinking he might be playing along, I sheepishly inferred to wear with a suitable matching saree then. I never meant for real, just wooed thinking as an intimate joke between couple. I was shocked to see tears in his eyes & got moved by his thank you note while hugging me.

 I sensed from his studying of the blouse that he would like to try it. Without thinking much, I picked one of my green silk sarees and told him to wear with his new blouse. He was hesitant, yet I could feel he wanted to wear a saree deep inside his heart. So I took initiative and dressed him with the saree, the blouse filling up the cups. I did his hair to look bit feminine. I complemented him with bangles, ear-rings, anklets, and a necklace. Finally with a red dot on his forehead, he looked more like a girl. He did not look that bad, but it is bit funny to see him as a girl. Even today I remember how he spent 15 minutes adjusting his pallu staring in the mirror forgetting everything else. That's when I realized he is not just handsome but a beautiful man who wants to wear sarees. His sadness showed in a subtle way upon changing to his clothes later that evening. First time I saw in him his vulnerability towards women's clothes.

 
I did a little role play while he was in saree.

I asked Madam how is the blouse? Are your breasts comfortable in there?

He immediately replied it is great.

Surprised by his answer, I continued: Madam, with a good bra, it will be even nicer.

He responded in a shaking voice: should try then.

I slowly asked: besides sarees, what other clothing do you like madam?

Without hesitation he blurted out parikini-pavada and gagra-choli.

I was surprised at his answer and asked him madam, when would you like to wear sarees?

Adjusting his pallu, he said with a blush: a feel like wearing all the time.

I felt he is in Trans or under influence, yet I am getting to know this side of him.

I in an investigative manner popped the question: At what age have you started wearing girly clothes? 

He dropped his head with no answer. His face turned red like a kid who was caught at candy store. I didn't want to press him further.

As an attempt to ease up I asked would you come to us for getting your blouses stitched?

He shyly nodded his head. I thought to myself he is definitely not in this world.

For two to four months, he wore a saree once a month with that blouse. Thinking he might be little more passable, I surprised him with long braided wig and arranged rows of jasmine flowers. One should see the ecstasy on his face. His love towards me multiplied; he remembered small occasion and started surprising me by bringing new sarees for me.  However, he used to get two blouse bits for every saree he purchased. I perceived that he wants one blouse bit stitched for him. I didn't protest for his passion towards me. I used to stitch for him also. Whenever, I wear one of these blouses with a saree, he used to wear same color blouse of his and wear a saree. Slowly he increased his wardrobe with two dozen blouses of his own and became good at wearing sarees. He started spending more time with me during weekdays as well which I liked most. For that I didn't mind him being in sarees.

He became confident and comfortable in a saree as any other traditional woman would. I admire how he flows in his saree in style and elegance. Though initially I used to think this is odd for a man to dress and act as a woman and plan to stop him from doing so, I couldn't really see the unhappiness in him (though he immediately would oblige me by purging women's clothes).

With time, I got used to seeing him in sarees. Now I even ask him to wear a saree while we are home. I don't know why I ask him but I guess that's how I love my beautiful husband.

We tried to find reasons why he wants to dress as a woman; we read a lot of material on internet; he did a deep soul search. Nothing could find us a reason. Probably it's the same as me not knowing why I would like to see my husband in a saree though I never gave thought of men dressing like women earlier in my life. Perhaps it's the same as why I can't answer why I adore him though he wears more bangles than me.

 
I at times think perhaps this nature of him brought good qualities in him like being sensitive, gentle, helpful and passionate. I love my saree wearing husband for these good qualities and of-course his justification in impersonation of a good homely woman whenever he is in saree.

Yet, reality hits me sometimes  I keep worrying on  what if our child knows of it; what if others find out; what if he wants to experience womanhood outside the house; what if he becomes more beautiful than me with age. We share a cry when these thoughts flow, wishing that society could have been more acceptable to the traits that my Kumar adopted.

  My final thoughts, seeing my husband's saga for 5 years - I think society should be friendlier for saree wearing men. I personally wish every man be encouraged to wear sarees. This brings men to understand women better. Perhaps men would experience and express all the cool things that we women do and feel. My beautiful husband Kumar surely changed my perspective towards this demeanor, now I am more proud that he is man enough to express as a woman.

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