Man in Saree

by Rahul shah

 

A Day before my wedding (A man as a Bride)

 

Saturday passed slowly. I didn't pack much since I wasn't going to be wearing my usual clothes. I made it to Ritu's house at 7:00 pm and she invited me in.

Her house was elegant, yet simple. Flowers around the room, comfortable furniture and pastel colors abound. She asked me if I wanted something to drink and I politely declined.

"Ok, we don't have a lot of time before tomorrow. Go upstairs into the bathroom and draw a hot bath. Leave your clothes on the floor outside the door and I'll take care of them. In the bath wash yourself with the soap and sponge I left for you. When you are done shave everything from your eyebrows down. I'll check you out when you are done. If you don't do it right the first time then I'll shave for you!" she ushered me off to the upstairs.

I did what she said, stripping while running the bath. I dropped the clothes outside the door and got in the tub. The soap and sponge were right where she said they would be. I got started. The soap had a pretty scent to it and I enjoyed that. The shaving on the other hand took a lot longer. It wasn't that I was very hairy but there was enough for it to take me an hour to shave. When I was done I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a pink towel around me. I called Ritu.

Ritu walked in and had me drop the towel. I was very self-conscious but Ritu was all professional. She touched up a few spots that I missed and handed the towel to me, "At the end of this hallway is a bedroom. There are clothes on the bed for you. Put all of them on and come downstairs makeover."

I just smiled at her and made my way to the bedroom. On the bed were feminine clothes, not that I expected anything different. A full-size frilly red petticoat and a white colored cotton house gown that came down to floor but was little shorter in length than my petticoat so my petticoat was visible. I carefully placed these items on and went downstairs. My huge petticoat was restricting my steps my cock was pressing against the folds of my petticoat. My petticoat was making lot of noise while walking.

"My don't you look pretty", Ritu said invoking memories of being caught in the store, "Come on lets go to sleep"

I slept on the bed fiddling with my cock through my petticoat. I was becoming more and more nervous with the thoughts regarding tomorrow's bridal sessions, As if the next night was supposed to be my wedding night --!

The morning arrived sooner than I would have liked. I was up half the night thinking about what today would bring. I was still reeling from going to bedroom dressed as a Bride... and PASSING! Ritu came into the room and shook me gently. "Come on sleepy-head. It's 6:00 am and we have a dozen things to do before we go to the store", she left only when she knew I was awake.

I staggered up and removed the nightgown and headed for the shower. As I lathered myself up, it felt strange until I remembered that I had shaved everything off last night.

After the shower I sprinkled powder on my body and went back to the bedroom. Ritu had been kind enough to lie out some clothes for me that I would need to wear to the store. I sat down and put on the cotton Salwar-kameez she had left. Next came the hair weaving, Ritu helped me to my long and thick hair in a big bun. I guess I was taking a bit longer than Ritu would have liked because she came in and finished my makeup for me. I was ready to go.

After a quick breakfast we left the house at 8:00 am and headed for the store. There was a lot to do before the noon fashion show. The gowns were arranged in the back room by model and the room was cleared so the models (and I) would have room to change. I shivered when I set up the one rack with my name on it, "Shilpa." It was a name that I had chosen in sheer admiration of my favorite actress Shilpa . I like the way Shilpa wears the Sarees and her long hair.

The morning went quick and the models showed up around 10:30. We were all in the back Ritu's friends Kareena, Karishma and Rageshwari were touching up each other's hair and makeup. I was worried that I would be found out but Ritu had set it up

Ritu told my first gown was different than one I had on the night I got caught. It felt different thought as it had been taken in and it actually fit the way it was supposed to. I guess that the thought of modeling as bride in front of a crowd also added to the excitement. I could hardly wait.

I stood in the center of the room fully naked. With that the girls were in hysterics at my red-faced humiliation, they lifted a white petticoat up and tied it around my waist. It was huge; it was the fullest petticoat I'd ever seen. They tugged three more petticoats down over my head and teased out each layer. My legs now disappeared under the expanse of cotton material and lot of frills. All the four were thick, heavy made out of whitest cotton and having lot of frills. I was admiring cold caressing touch of them to my legs.

Before I was helped into the gown, I slipped my white sandals onto my feet. Ritu and Karishma then lifted the gown up and lowered down onto my body, making sure not to muss my hair or makeup. With the gown around my waist, Karishma held up the top and I slid my arms into the sleeves. The Bridal Gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for Ritu to go on my backside and button it up. Ritu then did the necessary buttoning of the back of the gown. It seemed like it took her forever. Ritu buttoned the back of the gown up, all 36 buttons. We all held our breath until Ritu finished, hoping that the gown would fit and not be too tight. With the last button in place, we all started smiling. The gown fit beautifully. Maybe, she was a little nervous in helping her new bridal model get ready for her wedding show.

I remembered the lines from magazine 'The Bride'; a woman's wedding day is a very special day in her life. In addition to being joined with her husband and of the burden and commitment that goes with that, she also get to dress in the most beautiful, the most feminine of outfits; The Bridal Gown.

Finally, the task was finished. Actually, I had to add the sheer infill at the neck. The sleeves were so heavy that they tended to slide off my shoulders. The whole gown was heavy, in fact - the satin was a luxurious weave, and all the beaded trim adds up. Then, there was the added weight of the crinoline hoops and cotton petticoats that support the gowns. But oh! The incredible feeling of being enveloped in this magnificent finery is simply indescribable! And on account of the tiny buttons up the back, I need assistance to get out of it - how I do love to be made to remain dressed, waiting patiently to be released! I was now totally locked in to my own clothes. Now it was not possible for me to run away. I was now a 'Don't runaway bride'. I enjoyed the sensation being bride; I felt the weight of the gown on my shoulders & waist. It was definitely heavy, but softly femininely uncomfortable. My cock was almost 8" inches long and pressing hard on the petticoats.

"Heavy, isn't it?" Ritu nodded at me.

"All wedding gowns have to be heavy to remind the bride when she's saying her vows, the burden of responsibility she now has in looking after the marital home, her new husband and hopefully any in-laws."

She turned me so I can look in the mirror. It is amazing! Before me appears a real woman, dressed for her wedding. How long I stood there staring at myself with no evidence of maleness left, running my hands lightly along the cool satin of the gown, my fingers shyly exploring the gorgeous gown, savoring with a mixture of fear and awes the feelings that assaulted me.

A pearl necklace and pearl earrings were placed around my neck and on my ears. Ritu then attached the train to my gown. I gathered my gowns and sat delicately making sure my petticoats & gown were arranged about me on the floor. The petticoats and the gown were thick beneath me, while Karishma pinned my veil and headpiece to my hair. The veil was magnificent in its own right. It consisted of three layers of net with an embroidered border. Ritu arranged the net very carefully so that a layer of it fell in front of my face. I tried to see past the veil, but it was too tightly woven for me to see through it. I was in my own little bridal world. I was now confined to my bridal world. I knew I looked fabulous.

The gown fitted me very well around the waist. But the bodice was embroidered and the gown flowed around my lower body and ended in a train that I had to maneuver as I walked out into the room. It was wonderful to walk in the bridal gown and I felt so feminine as it swirled around me and as the train dragged on the carpet. Walking in gown with erect cock was fabulous. Turning was an interesting problem because I had to be very careful that I did not end up with the train in front of me. I felt very happy in that gorgeous gown with its square neck and the sleeves caressing my bare arms.

"Shilpa you look incredible. What does the gown feel like? How do you feel?" asked Ritu.

"Completely unreal," I said, putting my hands down by my side and resting them on the fabric. "I can hardly tell that there is a body under this gown at all."

I began to experience that wonderful, submissive feeling that came when I wore such clothing.

"You would make a stunning bride in that gown, Shilpa," she said and I had to agree.

"You know, you should get married to a suitable man this year, you will look fantastic in a white wedding gown." Ritu said after a while.

"Come off it Ritu, of course I'll be the groom and wear a tuxedo or a morning coat at my wedding, How can I be in gown?" I protested.

Karishma gave a strange smile to Ritu and suddenly all the girls started laughing.

Ritu stepped back, admiring the view. "Go ahead Shilpa," she said, "swish it around a little. Have fun with it." I spun my hips left and right, watching a pool of frill and ruffles at my feet swirl around me. I reached down to caress the folds of cotton & silk pushing it this way and that and watching the results in the mirror.

And yet I was not completely happy with that gown. It was beautiful and I felt amazing to be wearing it. But I wondered if it was quite right for the wedding. I expressed my doubts and Ritu saw my point.

"It is certainly not a practical gown," she said with laughing. "I doubt whether you will be able to get down the aisle to your groom in it!"

"Did she say 'Groom'? But I was not going to marry anybody. I was a male, how come I marry a groom?" I was wondering on Ritu's laugh.

I paraded once more round the room then very carefully stood in middle of the room. The gown, with me in it, nearly filled all the space and there was barely room for others to stand. They walked me up and down the shop to get me used to the volume of the petticoats. Ritu told me hold up the hem at the front to avoid tripping over, and that a glimpse of frilly petticoat was a surefire way of attracting attention from anybody.

As I walked, I was very aware of the motion my legs imparted to the heavy petticoats and the bridal gown and it further intensified my arousal. I had become very aroused and had lot of trouble in walking with erect cock. I shivered the feeling of being a bride warmed my body temperature.

"That's it, swish those petticoats, look up and smile. The more petticoats for you to feel the burden of womanhood" Rageshwari teased me. I was red with shame. I was looking at Rageshwari she was wearing a white cotton trouser & a white jacket over an orange T-shirt. How confident she was! And a man like me was confined in the Bridal gown. Rageshwari and all other girls were enjoying my transformation from Boy to Bride.

The voluminous petticoats seemed to take on a life of their 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. Now I was locked in my gown I couldn't reach the back, so I was bound in that gown until someone can unbutton it for me.

 

 

 

I was informed that this time, the show was something different and they were planning to have a wedding as a main theme of the fashion show. Obviously they were requiring only one model as a Bride and I was supposed to be Bride for the following wedding. Other models were going to be my bride's-maids. For that purpose only the show was held in "Mumbai Church" to bring more reality to the show.

Ritu said, "It's something every woman wants to experience Shilpa, and I want you experience the thrill of being Bride"

"But who is going to be the groom?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Ritu didn't answer me instead choose to keep silence.

"Then who's the groom?" I was getting worried now.

"Just like a woman to be nervous on her wedding day," Ritu said turning to leave. "See you down front. Don't forget to say your `Ido's" nice and loud."

Did I dare? Did I dare wear that huge Bridal Gown and walk that aisle and say that vow, in front of God and everybody? Who was going to be my groom?

Karishma walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said with a mischievous glint to her eyes,

" Yeah! You are a very beautiful bride. Nothing makes a boy look more feminine than a wedding gown! You are going to go weak in the knees when you will see your groom, while walking down that aisle! Shilpa Take some time to enjoy how pretty you look and feel. Think about your wedding and of course. Take even more time to think about the lustful fun you'll have on your wedding night at your Sasural!(Father-in-law's house) I'm sure you'll make your in-laws very happy by serving them. Enjoy your wedding."

I was beet red at the comment. I was thinking of making a run for it the first chance I got! The wedding thing had me in internal panic!

I asked Ritu why she was not telling me about the groom? Her answer was that it was a surprise. Then she added, "Although he is really cute", "and a real stud" added Karishma with mysterious smile on her face.

What did she mean by that? I wasn't nervous now. I was just plain scared. What had Ritu cooked up actually? I was actually going to marry someone. I was scared now.

My eyes sparkled and my heart skipped a beat.

"It's time now little bride, time to go to your husband" Ritu snarled.

 

 

 

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