How I became a girl overnight
Of course this is not my real name. But this is the name of the person I carry around with me. And this is the story of how I discovered her. Yes, she was not born; she was discovered.

I first discovered her when I was ten. My sister stitched a skirt for someone and she asked me to wear it to see how it fits. There would have been a secret desire in me to wear skirts and all even before that, but it was then that I really found that it was sheer pleasure to wear a skirt. Being the part of an extended family, I was deprived of the attention that I deserved as a child. Maybe it was a moment of being in the limelight, which really gave me the pleasure. As we will see later, my cross-dressing is more a way to gain the attention than to achieve orgasm.

To cut a story short, I went on wearing any dress I could find. Outwardly, I pretended that I can’t think about wearing anything other than absolutely boyish clothes. But I was always itching under the skin to wear skirts and blouses. I tried everything that belonged to my sister and mother and even if it belonged to me, like a T-shirt or something, I fancied that it was a girl’s dress when I wore it. I also read some stories in that line about people in East Asia.

Before we go on, let me tell you how I look. Very little body hair, five feet nine inches and a half, very fair with little blue veins and soft tiny brown hair texturing my skin, 63 Kg, curly brown hair long fingers and finger nails, lean and soft bodied big earlobes that don’t stick out, long nose soft fleshed out cheeks, sharp chin, long but thin neck, a little fat just under the skin. That is me. There are two things that make me bewitching when I am dressed as a girl- my cat eyes and my sculptured navel. Any woman will want the same on her. Any man will want these on his woman.

But the most remarkable event happened when I was studying in grade ten and was nearing puberty. I was asked to impersonate Bharat Mata for a play and I was suddenly thrilled at the opportunity. The first show was rather dull and the makeup wasn't good. But it surely thrilled me to be a woman in other people’s eyes. I wore my teacher’s blouse and stuffed it with rags. I felt so much comfortable to be a woman. It was as if I was always a woman in my life.  Those were the days when I was going through a period of being ignored by everybody and the resulting alienation was eating into me. Then we won a prize and we had to do a better show for the public.

There was a professional makeup man and he made me into a 'ravishing' Bharat matha! So when I was all made up people began to crowd around me and claim me, hug me, promised to take me out, show me to their girl friends, pose with me fort photos, pinch, crunch lick kiss fondle finger squeeze swear that they can't live without me, make appointments for a further session ask me about what I was wearing underneath, play with my penis my nipples my buttocks my finger tips, yeah even with my earlobes and I suddenly became the lady of the show, even the girls were staring at me and wanting to look like me and it was the greatest moment in my life. It was not the sex but the undivided attention that I got that went into my head. Even now all I need is the attention and I would go to any extremes for that. I like it better if I get it from the girls. Maybe I am jealous of the girls. But being treated like a woman though I am a complete man is what I like the most.  

After the play I went home dressed as a girl. I had to go by bus at night. The girls were very friendly and asked me to sit with them. It was great. They felt my fingertips and admired my make up. The small children thought I was a real girl who had put on some make up for some dance and they began to admire my beauty. One girl was very fond of me and kept close to me. When she got out she asked me whether I would like to come to school one day dressed like this. I said yes and she was so charmed by that answer. (Years later I went to see her one night and she made me wear her clothes. But that is another story)

Two days later in college, one of my friends asked me to take part in another play. He wanted me to dress up as a girl in the play. I agreed without knowing that two real girls had rejected the role because the character was supposed to wear very sexy clothes which were not allowed in our college. When I found this out it was very late. I had to keep my promise.

Dressing like that and acting like that would give me an image which was beyond repair. For the next two years in college, everyone will consider me as a sissy. I had to choose between two things. One the one hand it gave me a chance to be in a position to enjoy being a girl. On the other hand I will have to sacrifice my boyhood and forget about having girlfriends and all that.

I decided to be a girl on campus. I knew that I had to be a real girl since it was a big decision. If I can pull it off well, then I will be accepted as a cross dresser. In that case I wanted to be an ultimate beauty who would be a challenge for the all the other girls around. It was affirm decision in my life and also a serious one.

Once I had made up my mind. There was no going back on it. From the very first day of the rehearsal, I practiced wearing the dresses. I decided to dress in my room and walk to the rehearsal hall. I told everyone that it was hard to change dress in the rehearsal room. But actually it was a way to get back all the attention I had lost. Now I was the talk of the campus. Teachers began to pass jokes on me in classrooms. In the rehearsal the other boys began to feel awkward and shy to sit near me.

Slowly I tried make-up too. First no one noticed. I became encouraged and tried bolder make up. I was doing well in the play. First I was eager to change into the skimpy dresses the character required. But there was a change happening to me. I was becoming more and more shy to wear those dresses. I was becoming conscious of myself. I felt exactly like a girl in short skirts and see through dresses. I never walked home wearing them though I walked home always in the other dresses.

After a few days I was not the point of attention anymore. This made me feel bad. No jokes or comments.

This made me desperate. This made me more daring. With ladylike instincts, I devised a plan. I insisted that there should be a rehearsal in the morning on the pretext that a cousin of mine wanted to see it. I had no such cousin. But the trick worked. They decided to have a rehearsal one morning.

I was revengeful about the attention that I had gained but could not keep. That day of the morning rehearsal, I woke up early in the morning and gave myself a shave and a bath. I left the soft hairs wherever it looked proper and feminine. The rest was thoroughly shaved off and then I applied a foundation cream to give my body a smooth and shiny look. I had been growing my hair long and today I gave it a sun silk wash to give it softness and sheen. I had never combed it before and it never looked so long before. When I turned on the fan my wisps flapped around my cheeks and the smell of the shampoo made me go crazy. I wished I were a real woman waiting for her husband to join her.

Then the rest of the things were beyond my control. I took out my make up set and gave myself a generous dabbing of rouge, mascara and kajal and worked on my eyelashes jet-black long and stiff. I could close and open my eyes and even from the next building people would know I was beckoning them. Some lipstick with good gloss finished my make up and then I turned my attention to what to wear around my neck and all. This took a long time as I had accumulated some equally enticing things. Finally I chose earrings that dangled and turned around the most and a nose ring that had a pearl on it. The necklace was a wide one which went over my tiny Adam’s apple and extended all the way to the hem of my blouse.

Yes! I had decided to wear a saree for today’s rehearsal. I had borrowed one from one of the girls in my class and I already had an elastic blouse which adjusted to the shape I made my bust into.
Since the blouse stretches a lot it becomes very thin. I purposefully had bought a puffed bra that I had puffed up further. I wore that bra. I filled the cups with two bags of ragi (a tiny grain) which I myself had designed and stitched up. It was just two conical bags with a nipple like thing carved from a rubber ball. After putting the cone shaped bags into the cups of my bra I hooked my bra by feeling it from behind. Now the bra was tight and the straps sort of cut into my flesh. I reached into the cups and pulled up the nipples. I looked in the mirror and found that the nipples were snug fit over the mounts and they jutted out and up exactly as they would look on a turned-on-girl. Seeing it my mouth went dry and my eyelids dropped as if I was sleepy. I wished I was with a man and he was undressing me to have it with me. In deep passion I bit my lips hard. I could feel blood rushing into my nipples tucked under the padding.

Now I reached under the padding and gathered the soft flesh and pulled them into a mount and pulled them slightly out of the cups. Since the bra was tight, the padding pressed the mounts from within and they didn’t resume their position. There were two mounts of soft flesh visible above the bra. There was a good and deep cleavage between them where the flesh was a little wrinkled. The mounts continued into the bra as if they went down and filled the cups. When I looked at the mirror I couldn’t believe my eyes. I did seem to have real mammary glands. Since the padding was done by tiny grains they were heavy and I could poke my fingers into them and feel it like real flesh tightly bound in. Close to the cleavage I put a small black dot with kajal. Then I put a spot of talcum powder on that to make to look exactly like a black mole. A black mole on the left breast. Wow! Any girl would feel jealous of that.

I was feeling very thirsty now but I refused to drink water since it would project my belly which now looked flat and lovely.

I didn’t want to miss anything. I pulled up tight underwear and pushed my dick way into it. Now even if get an erection it will not be seen

I took a pleated short skirt and wound it around my waist. It was made of starched cotton and it puffed out a great deal. I pulled more pleats to both the sides of the hip and a lot more near the buttocks. There were practically no pleats in the front. I pulled the skirt down my waist

I had created a device using a leather belt and some strings. It is a leather loop with six strings attached to it. If these are tied to the waist belt so that the loop hangs loose around the thighs, it adds a great twist to your hips as you walk. When you put your leg forward your thigh will come to a sudden jerk as the loop will limit it and it will give the hip a wonderful feminine twist. I had practiced enough with it and had always kept it a secret. I always wore it under the skirts I wore to the rehearsal everyday and they all wondered how I could move my hip in that jerky motion so naturally like a girl. I had this under the pleated skirt. Now I wore a regular underskirt above that which gave my hips the proper feminine look because of the pleated one under it. Now I walked around the room. I was like an expert dancer. My hips swayed and jerked and made the soft flesh on my belly wobble about. I walked about till I sensed my penis rising up under all that clothes.

Now came the saree. It was polyester. I wound it around and pushed the pleats inside the skirt. I adjusted so that it showed very little of my belly but my entire navel. When I pulled the pleats over my shoulder the lower helm pulled it close to the body just below the thighs, projecting it like a cute mount. I reached in and adjusted the pleats of the skirt so that it became two mounts instead of one. I moved around till I got a good swing and jerk naturally. I wore a long hair wig and I was completely made into a bewitching beauty. I wore high heeled shoes which also was a gift from a girl. I put the final touch to the face make up and walked out.

The moment I walked out I felt a fear. I was too real. It was early morning and though it was a short walk to the rehearsal room, it is natural for someone to take a fancy on me and take me away in a taxi and try raping me. There were few people on the road. I walked with a family going to the temple. It was a modern family and the mother was wearing tight jeans. I don’t think she liked my traditional appearance. Of course she was jealous. Her husband was very nervous when I asked him the time standing too close to him.

When I reached the room no one else had come. So I sat down reading a woman’s magazine. I felt so lonely. I felt how lonely married women feel when their men are not with them. I dreamed of having a husband who cares for me and his in laws all around me. I dreamed of having my own babies. I dreamed of going on vacations with my husband and wearing a lot of clothes when it is cold and frosty, and wearing very few when it is hot. And having my man’s hand around my waist all the time.

The rest of the group streamed in and they immediately saw through my trick. They found that it was just to go to the classes dressed as lady that I had opted for a morning rehearsal. I confessed. I whimpered like a girl. They all thought that they also had a hand in making me transform into a girl.

After the rehearsal they all cheered me and encouraged me to go to classes like that. They were very respectful of me as if I were a real lady. As we entered the college the whole campus went silent. Everybody stood rooted where they were. The girls felt offended. I won the admiration and the attention of the whole college in an instant. I went to my class and sat down in a corner. The whole morning was great. I was taken to the canteen and the playground and different people introduced me to others as their sister who had just returned from abroad. I was the tool for a lot of pranks. The lady teachers were so appreciative of me and called me to their room to see me properly. The men were charmed but pretended to be offended by this.

In the afternoon the girls took me to their hostel and tried a prank on the matron. The matron was shocked when I told her the truth. I didn’t want to break the rules by going to the hostel. It is too risky.

But there was a surprise waiting for me that afternoon. The girls brought a lacha choli to college and took me to a class. They asked me to change into that. I did. After that they all worked on me till I became such a marvel. Since I was tall the dress was so good on me. It had a short top and this revealed the whole of my beautiful midriff. I put the shawl over my shoulders and wound it around my lower arms like a model and that made me wear all the jewelry that was brought. They took me around the whole of the afternoon. It was so wonderful. They didn’t consider me a boy even for a second. It was as if a world famous beauty queen had sought their company and come to campus.

After the classes they took me to the town for shopping. Since there were several girls around me no one suspected anything and we had so much fun teasing the shopkeepers and doing a little shop lifting just for the fun of it. I charmed the men while the girls did the lifting.

 Part II
How my wife forced me to wear her dress and presented me to her boyfriend