How to wear a Saree for crossdrers

I find that it is so hard when I want to wear sari because need to know the technique. Let me show you. Step 1: Two essential pieces of garments, that go alongwith the Sari, need to be chosen carefully to compliment the Sari. These are: * A petticoat - which is a waist-to-floor garment, tied tightly at the waist by a drawstring. The petticoat color should match the base sari color as closely as possible. No part of the petticoat, of course, is visible outside the Sari, after having worn it. * A blouse - which needs to be tight-fitting and whose color needs to be chosen keeping the look of the sari in mind, can be short sleeved or sleeveless, with a variety of necklines. The blouse ends just below the bust. Step 2: Start wearing the sari by tucking its plain/upper end into the petticoat, at a position which is a little bit to the right of the navel. Make sure that the lower end of the sari should be touching the floor, and that the whole length of the sari comes on the left-hand side. Now wrap the sari around yourself once, with the sari now coming back in the front, on your right side. Step 3: Make about 5 to 7 pleats of equal width of 5 inches, starting at the tucked-in end. Gather the pleats together, neatly, ensuring that the lower edge of the pleats are even and just off the ground and that the pleats fall straight and evenly. A safety pin may be used to stop the pleats from scattering. Step 4: Neatly tuck the pleats into the petticoat, at the waist, slightly to the left of the navel, in such a manner that they open to your left. Step 5: Drape the remaining fabric around yourself once more left to right, and bring it round your hips to the front, holding the top edge of the sari. Step 6: Slightly raise the remaining portion of the Sari on your back, bringing it up under the right arm and over the left shoulder so that the end of the Sari falls to about the level of your knees. The end portion thus draped, from the left shoulder onwards, is called the Pallav or the Pallu, and can be prevented from slipping off teh shoulder, by fastening it at the shoulder to the blouse with a small safety pin.

I was imprisoned in a male body, until a surgeon's knife cut me free

Soon after I turned 13, my mirror stopped being my friend. The school uniform added a compulsory turban to my head, and nature added hair to my face. Clothes were nice if they were my mother's and long hair was fine when it was in plaits, instead of being wound inside a turban. Games were fun as long as they were 'Teacher' and 'Housekeeping' and not cricket; preferred companions were girls and not boys. But then I was Gunraj from Chandigarh, today I am Gazal, 25.

And if you just looked at my picture again to check how masculine (or feminine) I look now, I will not blame you. It is the most natural reaction from a society, which unconsciously enforces a rigid distinction between genders. Any blur on this line is generally laughed at. Yet, I must tell you the story of my gender change, my liberation. Because there are thousands of people who feel trapped in their bodies. They hide instincts for fear of rejection, uncertain whether it is right to feel and want what everyone around them finds wrong. I want people to know how I survived 25 years in a role I did not choose for myself. A role which I played day after day without any hope of the curtain falling.

Kalki Subramaniam a beautiful M2f transgender, rights activist, actor and writer ...

I am not a woman, I am a super woman� I always tell my friends.  A woman to me should be powerful and strong, mentally and physically. Right from my childhood, that is the how I perceived femininity. That is how I longed to be.

My name is Kalki, I was born in Pollachi, a small town in the state of Tamilnadu, India. My family is a typical Indian middle class family. My mom was a home maker and my dad was into truck business. I have two lovely sisters who are married and are successful in their own ways. My mom is the pillar of our family.  She always told us �Education is the only permanent asset to a human being�. My dad was a generous man who helped the poor. My parents put me in a boarding school in Kodaikanal and I initially hated it because I had to leave home and be away from my family. I cried a lot. But I was a good learner and was the topper in my class. English was my favourite subject.

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Nary Singh Great Crossdresser Indian Dancer

That was my suhag raat

That was my suhaag raath

hi i m a male manish ...22yrs.i love crossdresssing very much . i often crossdress. my fem name z manisha.i work as software engineer.my brother is also a techie recently married.we stayed in a double bed room flat .it z thursday the next day z friday a special friday, sravana sukravaram.

 

it is very practise in andhrapradesh (almost in india) to celebrate in traditional way.ladies pereform vara lakshmi vratam .married ladies do it so that it goes all good for their husband.unmarried do it so that they are married to a good husband. all the ladies would wake up early ,they shall have a head bath,they would wear all traditional pattu dresses like pattu saree,pattu langa,lang voni etc n perform the pooja.

 

as my brother z newly married, my vadina(Sis-In-Law) wants perform the pooja. they planned to go to vijayawada,my SIL's home town.my bro came from office bit early around 6.30 p.m.he requested me to drop them at rail station in car. but i was having night shift,i denied it saying that i have to go office.he immediately called his bro-in-law vijay (my SIL's younger bro) to drop them in station in car.VIJAY z also techie.I left to my office on bike.vijay took them to station.

 

The next day morning i came at around 5 a.m i slept for two hrs and got up at 7 o clk . as i have planned it before to perform varalakshmi vratam(pooja). i got up had a neat shave.went for a bath got rid of my body hair...to be more feminine....i got in to my room.

 

i opened my secret box which contains my feminine accessories like wig saree blouse etc i picked a green pattu saree n a matching blouse from it.i wore the saree n dozen matching green bangles to each hand.
i polished my nails with green color.wore ear rings n bindi put on a wig almost to my waist size. i decorated with jasmine flowers.i was feeling like a lady. i worked on my face with some lipstick n foundation .it added to my beauty. i wore some of my SIL's jewellery .

I later performed the pooja with all obidience n concentration.i sat in the hall watching t.v. it was around 11 a.m. i called my office n applied for a leave.i was watching t.v. suddnly door bell rang..... i muted the t.v volume n sat silently.... thiking that the person might ring it for a while and leave.

 

{my flat has a system by which we can lock it from out side n inside.we have duplcated the key.one is with me one with my bro n one with my SIL)

 

...... suddenly..... the door opened ......i was shocked.....infront it was VIJAY.......i was in a shocked state....he closed the door n walked towards meeee.......i was tensed...... he came near n said

 

"manish(a) is it u?????? you look so beautiful!!!!.......i cant imagine it u r very beautiful!!!!!! u look more like a lady....."

 

by this time his hands are in touch with mine.. he came more near ,i was tensed....... suddenly he gave me a lip kiss........i was more shocked. i tried to resist....but the feeling gave me more pleasure ..... i was enjoying it ..... the kiss was for more than two mnts....that was the first time ever i was kissed by a man...... .. i was in a heaven for a while.

 

he got up .... he lifted me took me to bed room.......he mas a macho with a well built personaliy...i lied in bed like a young virgin girl..... he got undressed.... i saw his 12 inches dick......i was astonished to see it...... but i was still a virgin!!!!! his tongue explored all of my throat . I even licked his tongue as he was taking that out from my mouth. his hands lifted my lahnga and reached under my thighs. He creased me hard rubbing his hands on my smooth silky skin . I cried as he pinched there. Now I could manage a long eye contact but not dared to proceed ahead. Since my nathni troubled him a lot , he requested me to take of it.

 

he kissed all my face . He started throwing kisses on cheeks, lips, neck , ear, and forehead . I started rubbing my hands on his body . Suddenly I realized that I am not doing justice to my dress and separated from him.

 

I sat on edge of the bed as I could not courage to remove my dress. I think he realized too and stood up . He took off his dress and now was in shorts only. I could see the big bulge and started realizing that its me who is responsible for that . I felt proud on my feminist . I thought he will start undressing me but he did nothing of that sort. He came close to me and held my hand hard. I cried in little pain. He guided my hand on his bulge while he kissing on back of my neck. I shivered as I my hands touched his bulge . This is for the first time in my life that I was experiencing someone else's cock. I pressed it a bit and showed no interest in proceeding further . But I was eager too see and touch my ultimate little vijay. He lifted me from shoulders and forced me to sit on floor . He sat on the edge of bed while lowering his shorts down.

 

that was my suhaag raath.......... god granted me gifts only within few hours of my pooja.........

A indian crossdresser story

 I would like to introduce myself as hema… didn know hw this name popped in ma mind, but prefer to be called as hema or Lakshmi or lakshu…..i ve been into crossdressing for almost 10 yrs… had a lot of experience and enjoyed moments as a closet crossdresser…
i haven crossdressed since I entered coll… I m from Chennai, and ve finished my degree at a local university. I was a normal dude, enjoyin life as t comes, with outings, clubbing, playin, movies, fast foods and of course girlfrens since I entered coll… haven crossdressed since the time I entered coll, as I stayed in a hostel, and along wit ma frens for the first few years.. later my parents shifted to Chennai from Hyderabad..(mom was working der)…
everything changed when I fell in love with a girl… I had known her for more than 2yrs and eventually we fell in love with each other… we were a happy couple for almost 6mths, and spent most of our time watchin movies, shoppin, beaches and since my parents are workin, we often get a chance to share our light moments at ma home… it was as normal as every couple on this earth, until tat day….. wow
it was a lovely afternoon, and we decided to meet up at ma home…… oooops.. I forgot to mention my sweethearts name … she s called as sylvin,, she s around 5 foot, brown eyed and looks like a teddy… mayb the ones reading my story can imagine her as drew Barrymore and myself as like a will smith lol…
tat afternoon, we were sharin our thoughts abt goin to a Halloween party at sylvins frens place.. she compelled me to join , but preffered to stay back.. I was indeed in a different mood, sylvin was upset over me for nt joinin her to the party, and turned a red face over me… I was also upset over her frown, and jus to change her mind, I asked wat the party is all abt and stuff… she was totally pissed and pushed me away in anger… I later agreed to go, and asked her to change into the spare tat she keeps at ma place in case of emergency…
tat was the moment, in fact she changed her clothes in front of me, sylvin was wearin a maroon kurtha and a light shaded pant along wit a black normal bra… we met several times b4, but the urge of lookin her undress striked me oly at moment… whew,, it was an unforgettable moment, I was starin at sylvin so badly tat she felt embarrassed to dress in front of me. Then she was about to change into her purple tee, I passed on a comment tat she looked pretty in her bra… for which sylvin jokingly said “ u ll look good in this bra too” …. Tat was the moment tat rewinded my past
I really wanna say to sylvin tat I had wore bras before , but the shocker of ma life came at tat moment, sylvin started laughin over the thought of me in bras, and urged me to wear it ..
I was indeed flyin in excitement of wearin a bra in front of someone of ma age the very first time, and tat too bein my girlfren I was indeed sulkin in shyness
Sylvin immediately removed her bra, and asked me to wear and compelled me to wear .. I obliged her and all my crossdressing thoughts filled my mind, I didn mention tat I had crossdressed to her b4, but I was filled with excitement… later sylvin pulled me to her and made me wore her bra. I felt so embarrassed tat I went and hugged her so tightly tat she remembers the way I hugged even nw. I was completely blushin, and seein me blush, sylvin enjoyed … she too blushed lookin at me and in fact when I grew moody over wearin bras, sylvin found out tat wearin bras made myself excited and moody….. she s a complete character and always prefer to keep me excited and more.. even b4 tat she always keeps me excited by touchin my crotch or caressing my nipples or stroking my back.. when she found tat makin me wear bras, made me excited and aroused , she took t as the primary weapon in arousal…. I was indeed flyin in a supernatural worls when sylvin made me wear bras….
This was my first experience of wearin bra in front of my future wife.. we had many more experiences, outings, and more funny incidents which I wud like to share wit u all in further stories…
Pl do respond and moreover there s lot more left in ma bag…
p.s. me and my gf still enjoy playin and infact she was sittin right next to me , when I typed this story and yes, I m wearin a bra, stocking, a body suit with padded breasts, medium length skirt and a sleeveless girls top….. wait for more stories and true experiences between me and sylvin… enjo.....

My Change To Girl

hi, i am a boy of age 19. at first i did nt knew about wearing female clothes. my cousin elder brother got married when i was 17 years old. their house is not far a nd i used to stay with bhabi sometimes becoz brother goes to job, a she stays alone whole day. bhabi is very strict with my studies and takes note of my every problems. so my parents are always willing to sent me to her house. i have a very free mind and gets involved in all typs of other works than studies. so bhabi is always worried. she used to ask me when will i take my reponsibilities, when will i be stable. i used to say never...... hehehehe. i appeared for entrance and did not get a seat, next time also i did not manage to get a seat. this was the reason, my bhabi was so much angry, that she scolded me and told , now i dont have any future, i cnt take any responsibility in the future. so i will be dependent for my future, becoz if i get a job also with a general degree, the salary will be less. i kept quiet becoz she was very angry. she asked my parents to allow me to stay with her forever, so that she can take care of my studies. they happily allowed. i packed everything next day and went to her house. she did not talk to me and jst took my luggage away. i also did not say anything and jst went to the room alloted for me. by evening i saw a change in her, she started treating me differently, and became strict. i was a teen boy, whenever she notice any of my boy type deeds she used to scold me. one day she slapped me and told i should be tame, since i have showed my failure. some days went away, one day she called me for a talk, and said boys are very ambitious and they work hard to get success. they take responsibility. since i did not succed, i am no longer be a male. i got surprised and shouted whattttttttttttttttttttttttt???? she slapped me and told girls never shout. she then told me after marriage i cannot be a dominating man, and with such small income in the future i will not be able to take responsibility of my family, so '' i will make u a girl" i was shocked........... but could not say no, becoz i lost the right to. she told that from tomorrow i will be gradually exposed to a girl life, and she went away. i had a shivering and all my body hairs got erect. i never thought that this will happen, i did not expect it also. i called my parents and told that i have problems staying with bhabi, but the told i will have to stay there for my good. i felt awkward and went to sleep that night, bt whole night i cnt sleep and all types of nightmares disturbed me. morning came, i she woke me up......................
in the morning all my male clothes went to bhabi's custody, i saw a black satin bra in the bed, red panty. i was surprised and asked whats thissssssssss? bhabi told that these r basic things a girls should wear. then she forced me to open my clothes. she told that my figure is ok, but i lack breast and there is some unnecessary things below, i understood that she was saying abt my a********, i got ashamed. then she waxed my body and told to get a bath. when i came out of bathroom, she scolded me for not covering my future breast with the towel. she told for every work deeds i will be punished, becoz girls r obidient. then she shouted, why dont to wear ur bra and panty. i told i dont knw. she then forced me to practice hooking my bra 50 times. wtat a feeling it was, so silky and tight that i started shivering. the panty also gave a thrill. then she put some cotton balls to my make breastand told now its ok, bt u will have to posses real beast, becoz ur future husband needs that for pressing at night. i got frightened, then she told dont worry, she will help me to grow breast. i cried before her, bt she told that i lost the title of maleness. then she agained slapped me and told to keep quiet. then she applied moisterizer and started putting the petticoat, atight blue blouse, and a golden saree. i got an erection, so she told that girls dont possess that, so if i dont control that it will be cut. out of fear i controlled it. then she put a wig with long hair, facial make up, a mangalsutra, a necklace, gold bangles, payal. then red lipstick, kazal, bindi, clip earings and a nosering. i was not at all comfortable, but i have to learn the ways and be a girl, otherwise punishments. the whole day i was taught walking sitting talking like a girl. she taught how to manage the saree and keep the breast part a littile exposed so that it looks attractive. she told that after my marriage i will have to always wear these, and as a house wife i have to all housework. when she told me that my breast will be pressed and time by my future husband, i got terrified. she told that she will tell me how i will be treated as a wife afterwards. i even started sweating when she told that i should always wear an attractive panty becoz i will get fu***ed anytime. from that day my journey began..................... strick and hard. i have many interesting exoeriences which i ll share. now i like to wear bra panty saree and blouse, as i got used to it and do all housework with bhabi...

A Beautiful Indian Trans woman Gazal Dhaliwal Answer

1) When did you come out to your family? Did they have any idea of what was going on with you before you came out?
I came out to my brother when I was maybe 11-12 years old. I told my parents about my condition (although I didn’t have any name for it then) at about 14, when I was in my 9th (or 8th) standard, I think. If they ever had a clue about it beforehand, they never let it be known. But I’m really glad that I was open and honest to them that early in my life. Not only did I feel relieved, but also, it was great that they got almost 12 years to prepare themselves for what was coming (although I must say that they were understanding and sensitive all along). I should say that over all those years, my parents and I lived through my condition together and we all came out successful at the end of it all! :-)
2) I've heard from transmen/transwomen that transitioning period has been the toughest period in their lives. How did you manage to speed past it?
Honestly, it never looked like I sped past it. It seemed excruciatingly long, but now that I look back, I realize that however long it might seem to me, I’ve been blessed to have had a shorter transition period than what is considered the average. I can’t put a clear reason to it, except perhaps a feeling of wellness that my family created around me, in the past one year when I was staying with them. That helps a lot, psychologically, and one’s body tends to reflect one’s state of mind. Makes sense? :-)
3) Did you have any issues with your day-to-day life esp. in terms of housing, job hunting, and dealing with people in common places etc?
The transitioning period was certainly very tough. One of the toughest, I’d say. Not THE toughest, may be. I think what makes it so tough is an irony. The fact is that people are noticing the little little changes in us and are reacting the way one expects the entity called ‘people’ to react generally, but we ourselves, on the other hand, never feel that the change is good enough. Desperation gets almost each one of us. It did get me too, and only my family can tell you how badly. I was actually so desperate that I went for my surgery within just 9 months of having started the hormones (not a great plan!) Even though we start transition with the knowledge that it is almost a 3-year project, or at least 2, we still count in days. It’s of course understandable, because the reactions from left, right and centre make us feel like a bigger freak than we might have ever felt. And it becomes the worst when one is staying all alone, so even after an emotionally strenuous day outside, when one comes home, there is only that one person in the mirror to talk to, and that person isn’t exactly in the physical and mental shape that you’d like them to be.Job hunt was actually never an issue for me. I was always very comfortable at the place where I was working. It’s very important to be honest and open to one’s immediate circle. That matters the most. I had shared with my colleagues and my boss about what I was intending to do even before I started it. So, there was a supportive ambience and a lot of comfort – very important in that period. Also, being in the media field, I think people have a slightly wider perspective on the world than the general world, otherwise, or at least, they’re inclined towards showing that they do. In either case, what matters is that one feels comfortable, and that’s priceless! [There was a period of about 8-9 months around my surgery – before + after, when I was not working, but that was out of choice]Coming to my residential setup, the place where I was putting up during my pre-surgery transition was very comfortable and peaceful. Finding it was not a problem, thanks to a dear friend who owned it. But there were some 20-odd boys (teenagers and full-grown adults; even a couple of kids) who would gang up around the entrance and do all kinds of histrionics when I left for work and came back home. A couple of times, they did some very scary stunts as well, but let’s let that be. If I were who I am today, I’d have certainly spoken it out with them, but who I was then was a bundle of nerves, sometimes reveling in exhilaration, but sometimes scared to death. With time, I just learnt to turn deaf in those couple of minutes when I was passing the entrance of the building each day.Dealing with people in public places was alright. Not a cakewalk, but alright. It was never a comfortable feeling, but then I had had people staring, laughing and passing comments at me even pre-transition… For decades, actually. Yes, there was an added fear of lonely late night traveling, but thankfully, nothing horrible ever happened.
4) Post-transition, has there been a marked change/difference you see in the society who only know you as a woman?
(A lot of transwomen validate the existing gender discrimination against women)Oh, the change around me is incredible! It’s like one extreme to the other. Literally. So much so, that nowadays, sometimes, I find lesbian women hitting on me (which is quite flattering, really) :-). So yes, I get a lot of respect, attention, sometimes privileges on account of being a girl! Thankfully, I haven’t had to deal with any significant gender discrimination yet, and I somehow know that I won’t in future, as well. Yes, eve-teasing happens sometimes, but that’s a lot more in and around my tiny little hometown. Bombay is very comfortable even at midnight. Life is good! :-)
5) Any light-hearted/funny incidents that you experienced, that made you smirk/laugh?
Apart from the ones I have mentioned in the post below, something interesting happened recently. I won’t call it funny, but something that did make me laugh, out of joy.I met this wonderful lady in a social group. We interacted quite a bit over a period of a few days, and on the last day, she told me that she had been evaluating me for the place of her daughter-in-law, and that she would be delighted if I met her son and we could like each other. I felt like somebody had put my heart on a soft warm pillow and caressed it with a lot of love. I hugged her and realized then that even though I was not going to consider this proposition, I owed her the truth. And then, I told her…She was silent for a couple of minutes and then said, “Well, that doesn’t change what I said.” I was not surprised because somehow, I knew that she would say that, but I also WAS surprised, because under ordinary circumstances, nobody would expect her to say that. So, the part of me which is the society was amazed, but the part of me which is me simply laughed, hugged her again, and said, “Thank you!”