Man in Saree

by Rahul shah

 

( Oh ! the crossdressed wedding)

 

Finally the car arrived at the front of the store. Ritu and her assistances helped me to sit into the car .It is very difficult to sit in a car in bridal gown with so much petticoats. It was a remarkable feeling to be dressed as a bride. I was terrified. There I was, sitting into my car seat, dressed as a Bride, with my face covered in veil, for the entire world to see.

When I got in to the car the wind caught my veil and it felt fantastic!! I felt like a queen! Car dropped us at the backroom of the church. Everyone helped me get out of the car. Ritu left to change her clothes. Karishma showed me how to fix the wedding gown and then all the girls helped me to freshen my makeup and puffed my bridal gown.

Somebody said Church was packed with men and women. The runway thrust out into the crowd, everyone had come to see this wedding show, including cameramen from national papers as well as local ones and there was even a crew from the television station. I felt very exposed but at the same time very excited. Without looking under my gown, nobody could tell that I was really a man. As I gaze at the image, I have become a bride about to be wed. My heart sank but I knew I had no choice for I now knew what was about to happen. I was about to become the bride. My member was rock hard. I was not able to even touch it due to my huge gown.

Karishma came in carrying a large bouquet. Karishma showed me how to hold hands together in front so that I wouldn't drop the bouquet. I did as I was told; Karishma wrapped several ribbons from the bouquet around my wrists and tied them tightly. The bouquet in front of me now bound my hands together.

I was now virtually handcuffed by my bouquet.

They say a bride looks radiant on her wedding day and, although technically I was not the woman, but I was radiant as a bride. The photographer started positioning us for the posed shots. First, she took my official full-length bridal portrait. I was holding my bouquet at waist; Rageshwari and Kareena teased me to smile for the Bridal photographs. A second portrait was taken with my veil lowered over face. I wanted to run but I was helpless my heart was sinking as Karishma fixed my veil.

I was having a shiver going down my spine, as I know I am going to get married in wedding gown, in presence of public! Nervousness screamed through my body, I found I was totally the center of attention, girls and ladies ohhing and ahhing. My knees were shaking. My breath seemed to catch in my throat, and my knees felt a bit weak.

On the long walk from the backroom to the church I kept seeing faces of people I knew from work, even from school and all of them were wide-eyed with wonder at the beautiful girl I had become. The breeze was cool on my face beneath the veil and it kept lifting the net in front of my face. I was radiantly happy, as a bride ought to be on her wedding day. Everyone's eyes were on me alone; as I was told afterwards they came out of curiosity but this soon turned to admiration as they saw how lovely I looked. They came to see a male dressed as a bride but very soon their eyes were only on the bride. Cameras clicked and whirred as countless lenses captured my arrival. My glowing smile beneath the veil was captured on countless films. The official photographer was waiting at the church door.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. It was all I could do to stand up. Seeing all those people made me finally realise that I was actually going to marry some one! I remember thinking: "Wow, I am getting married today! That too in a gown as a bride " It was almost uncanny....

Ritu met me at the church door she was now changed into best man's dress she was wearing a nice black suit with a red tie she was wearing red -tape leather shoes. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. A girl standing besides me was wearing male clothes and I the male was wearing such restraining bridal clothes going to marry an unknown personality. My cock was springing with every thought of being Bride for the forthcoming wedding.

"You look stunning," she said. "I shall find it very difficult to think of you as a male."

I was happy now! But the happiness remained for seconds a when I heard what Ritu said.

Ritu came near to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear,

"Shilpa, Don't be nervous most girls get a case of the 'butterflies' on their wedding day. When I saw your desire to become a bride, I decided to look through your computer files. I found that your files regarding your cross-dressing. I knew you wouldn't be able to quit, one of my friend Kads is also very much interested in cross-dressing and he always wanted to be a groom of a Trans-Bride. He was always insisting me to find a male bride for him and what I found for him is in front of me. We then decided that if you got married it would be terrific experience for both of you, So, I decided to do this for you, and my friends wanted to help out. Anyway, be a good bride. As the bride, I want you to experience just how touching and pleasurable it is to be a bride."

I was stunned after hearing the reality, before I could speak she added more,

" I know that you'll enjoy the sensations of being sensually transformed into becoming the most contented and beautiful Bride at the wedding. I want you to feel yourself lusciously preparing yourself for commitment, obedience and lust to your husband. I want you to be the center of attention and adoring eyes. I want you to feel what it is like to be the only focus of desire and want from your wanting husband your husband is really a sweet. Just between you and me, your in-laws are very dominant. See, that's like a real man you are not worth to be a man. It is better if man like you remain a housewife for entire life. Now, we must go your groom is waiting"

I cringed a little at the thought. What would it be like going to Sasural with a man as his bride? The idea scared the hell out of me. My breath came in harsh gasps and I thought my knees would buckle as I gazed at Ritu helplessly who with one mistake I made that night had captured my body and soul and taken me on a one way journey into total subjugation to her every cruel whim and humiliating edict.

I was in total shock, and was in a right state. "How can I pull this off," I asked. "I'm a man for god's sake, not a woman, I don't know how to be a wife or daughter-in-law of somebody."

"Look at yourself Shilpa," Ritu said; I didn't need to look to see that I was dressed in a huge bridal gown and veil. "You have moved on from being merely a man in a wedding gown. You are truly a girl when you become Shilpa, you walk, talk and act like you have been a girl all your life."

"Yes, but a wife of a man!" I added. "I scared, Ritu, what if I get 'read' by someone, what then?"

Ritu assured me "You are a beautiful young lady, Shilpa, and it is about time you came to realise that." She added kissing me again reassuringly. Were this planned, a humiliation, and a kind of ego-reducing, submissive training?

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Strange as it may seem, the terrible situation I found myself in, thrilled me to the bones. Sure, I was veiled and my hands were admiring ruffle silk of my bridal gown, but somehow this and the fact that I was dressed as a Bride all caused a whole avalanche of pleasant sensations in me. I tried to push them back as I knew it to be wrong for a boy to have such feelings, but I did not succeed. A strange feeling crept up and down my spine and made my cock swell.

I was too scared now. I'm going to try to be the best wife there ever was! Wife?

How could I say something so stupid! I was never, ever going to be any body's wife!

It was going to be a perfect wedding - where I was the bride!

How could I be the bride? It was a world tossed on its head and the only thing I wanted was out! Now! I wanted this insanity to stop!

I wanted everything to go wrong! I wasn't about to be somebody's bride! I didn't want it to happen.

But all I could do was stand there quietly, in my Bridal Gown

She then rearranged my veil. I was shaking. "Oh my god what have I gotten myself into!" I thought

The veil really did it for me. As if the wedding dress hadn't been enough to convince anyone that I was the total bride those little additions sealed it.

Ritu then added. "Well Shilpa, as eagerly as you are looking forward to the beautiful moment when you and your husband say 'I do', I know you are also eagerly looking forward to tonight! You first night"

"Stop!" I screamed inside my head.

Don't go there, pleeeze! It's not going to happen! Not to me, I cannot be bride!

There cannot be a wedding night! How can I be married to a man? It's ridiculous!

I was not going to be the bride in any wedding! There just had to be a way out!

Please!! I couldn't accept the fact that there wasn't one thing I could do about it, and that it was actually going to happen!

But whether I could accept it or not, I knew that didn't matter.

I knew that because, as terror stricken as I was at the moment,

I was still standing there in my bridal gown as if I was a blushing bride about to commit my life to the husband of my dreams!

The music began. Oh! It was the time now I can't go back. …

How could all of this be happening? I thought back to when I was a young boy for last 23 years. I would never have thought that some day I would be marring somebody in a Wedding Gown as a bride!

My legs started to shake and at that moment the organ struck up the wedding march. "Here comes the Bride!" rang out through the church and I took my friend Ritu's arm once more. It is hard to describe the intensity of my feelings. I had fallen so easily into this role that I truly felt as if I was a bride being walked down the isle by my best man. My legs and hands were trembling and I was thankful the traditional walk down the aisle was so slow and methodical!

I began to panic inside…was it too late to run? I looked out through the audience and saw all the people who had gathered to see the wedding. All I could do was stand here and think about what was happening to me.

I knew that I could not turn back and run, and I slowly started down the isle, I was on autopilot. What was I am going to do? She led me to the dais, where a person I had never met before stood, waiting to marry me! I was a man, to whom I was going to marry? A man?

Ritu once again whispered in my ear, "One final note, Shilpa,"

"Just because you're going to be married woman that doesn't mean you can let down on any of the rules. It won't be allowed, because you are going to become a Rajstani Bahu."

She laughed again with her big smile.

"Because you'll constantly be striving to be the best wife your husband could want & a best Bahu your in-laws could want. For instance, you'll never let your elder in-laws see your face because you will always keep your face covered with Ghunghat. Of course your life will be full of housework, cleaning, washing and all kinds of other things you'll be doing there to serve your in-laws, always remember that you must keep Ghunghat"

The bridesmaids processed in, smiling brightly, moving elegantly down the aisle to the altar. The cathedral was enormous, and the trip took some time. The guests watched politely, but what they really wanted to see was the bride. Finally, the last bridesmaid took her place.

The music stopped, and silence fell. Everyone got to his or her feet. When I entered the hall, they all collectively gasped. Surely, there had never been a more exquisite bride. There was a rustling sound of my huge petticoats and gown. Everyone in the church turned to look at me. I was aware of a communal intake of breath as inquisitiveness changed to admiration and disbelief. The day was beautiful with sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows of the church as I began my stately progress up the aisle.

I could feel every eye in the church on me and me alone. Oh I could never hope for such a moment again if I lived forever! I wished the walk down that aisle would never end! And yet, on the other hand, I don't know who was waiting for me there. I was striving to see him through my veil. My veil was a thick white that covered my face completely. There would be no turning back now.

My gown was so full that there was barely room for Ritu and I to walk side by side. To walk in the long swishing bridal gown with their numerous petticoats caused a lot of quite pleasurable sensations in me.

It was an unforgettable moment as I made my way up the altar. I kept my eyes in front down through my tightly woven veil and took very short steps in my huge petticoats and gown.

I wasn't aware of a figure on the stage dressed in a black suit. I nearly fainted when I saw the man in front of me. He was about five feet eight inches tall, quite nice looking, and a total stranger to me. Where had Ritu gotten this guy? Did he know who or what I was? My cock started growing against my cotton petticoats and I am embarrassed to realize that there's nothing I can do to hide my erection As I stood there, I could feel the eyes of the rest of the church staring at the back of me and could not help but feel nervous.

I had left my male persona at the door. I was now a woman standing before her groom, relatives and other loved ones ready to pledge my commitment to my man. So this is what it felt like. Mmm…..!

I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. I desperately hoped no one would guess what was really under my gown. My cock was straight and was rubbing on petticoat. I was shivering with shame. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. My legs were starting to get weak. I had never thought of such day that I would be standing for my wedding as a Bride that too in Bridal Gown and veil. My face and chicks were hot due to the shame.

Ritu led me up to groom's side, and leaned down to whisper in my ear "Just be a good Bride, Shilpa You're lucky to have an understanding husband like Kads. After tonight, you'll most likely want to kiss the ground. You must take care to savor every moment. Store away the memories of this day. In the future, they will help you get through the more onerous duties a wife is always burdened with"

My stomach lurched at the thought of being bride because my shame was to be witnessed by a crowd of stranger. I was standing onto the dais as a truly blushing bride, totally humiliated and close to collapse at the thought of the ordeal now only minutes away now that I was able to be pretty and sensual. The feel of my petticoats swishing against my legs and of my huge, heavy gown, with the train, moving with my head was an experience I would never forget. I felt myself begin to blush.

I looked at the minister through my veil and then looked at my groom. My groom gave me a ravenous look, and my cheeks turned pink with pleasure. I smiled shyly back and blushed with embarrassment. I felt my knees go weak. Looking into my groom's eyes I felt my heart skip a beat. He was so cute and strong and forceful. I felt smaller, weaker, and helpless... and it was a real turn-on. My erect cock was lifting my petticoats. I felt obligated to do something. I was, after all, his future wife. I moaned and writhed passionately now, my maleness stripped away.

My body, trembling with excitement at the thought of being a wife of somebody for life, it sent my blood rushing uncontrollably to my midsection. I could clearly see his face now. I could feel the blood rushing through my body as I stared at him trying to figure out where I'd seen him before. I could feel my legs starting to tremble and that butterfly feeling deep at the bottom of my stomach begin to start fluttering. Then I felt a burning sensation begin to start spreading on my cheeks and I quickly looked away. I bet he was laughing at me inside his head.

I knew that I was blushing madly and I would have done anything to stop blushing.

The preacher began the ceremony.

This was the moment-- This made it all worthwhile--all the hard work and the sacrifice, even the many humiliations--just to be standing here now, the blushing bride on her wedding day. What a lovely feeling! I was going to marry today. I was going to become a wife of somebody. After few moments I was going to loose my freedom I was going under control of my husband.

To be honest, I was too scared to actually pay any attention to what was going on. My mind was focused on the thought of what I was doing here…standing in front of a crowd of people fully attired as a woman, as a bride…suddenly aware of the tactile sensations of this very feminine Bridal gown and the delightful caress of my veil.

I turned and faced my soon-to-be husband. His face was familiar to me. A remarkable resemblance with him and Kajol was there. His hairs were darker and combed in a style. He wore a classic suit. His groomsman was also a boy dressed the same way as Kads . Both had sideburns to the middle of their ears and what appeared to be beard shadows! From three pews or farther away we looked like any couple in love getting married. He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled warmly. My knees almost gave way.

Preacher said, "Do you Kads accept this woman Shilpa as your wedded wife?"

He was holding my hands and saying, "I do." Kads held my hand tightly as though I might try to escape his clutches but I knew that all attempts of escape were over now. I could never escape him and I would be Mrs Rajstani until I died. Despite Kad's happiness, I was still struggling to come to terms with the enormity of what had happened. Kads had taken steps that I would be his wife and not want for anything in the future. All I must do is look pretty and do all the things a young wife must do.

As the bride, I was experiencing a touching and pleasurable sensation. I was shivering heavily in my veil. My face felt hot and I knew it was scarlet with embarrassment. I wanted to shrink back down into my huge Bridal gown & veil

Then, came the part had been dreading. The preacher asked me to bend over and touch feet of my groom and follow his sentences as ritual

I did it with embarrassment and shame. My cock was almost an 8" long. I bent down at Kads feet and touched his shoes. They were heavy leather shoes. My face felt hot with embarrassment. I then followed preacher's lines

"I accept you Kads to be my wedded husband. I promise to be faithful to you, to give and to receive, to care and console, to inspire and respond. I will serve you when we are together. I hereby offer kads the submission of my person and myself into kad's guidance. Through my acceptance him as my husband, I willingly expect to be trained, dominated, guided and punished as necessary for lifetime. I agree that during our marriage life I will be under the complete control of Kads . I as a wife will practice the virtues of loyalty, obedience and respect. Disobedience or failure will result in punishment as seen to be appropriate by Kads. I agree to be trained in anyway they deem appropriate. I accept that this wedding will bind me as a wife to Mr. Kads and is dedicated to the accomplishment of its goals."

I wanted to run like hell. I am not entirely sure I can go through with this. Actually being ... man, it's a terrifying thought! Making that kind of commitment, spending the rest of my life as a wife of this person, being completely and totally subordinate to him.

"Do you, Shilpa in Bridal gown and veil, take this man Kads to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health?"

My heart was beating at an unbelievable pace. My face felt a rush of blood. My tongue barely moved as I said, " I, Do" I stated in the demure feminine voice I had practiced for 20 years.

My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of stimulation, growing to its fullest.

I was shivering and had to balance my self in my heavy gown. I was grinning with most of my front teeth on display, as groom looked me over past my veil. Now I was his wife in the veil & bridal gown.

I looked at Ritu. She was smiling, her hands up to her face as if she couldn't believe I had really gone through with it. Well, I had a husband now. I was going to live out my life as a wife. And serve my husband, as a wife should be.

I did remember though, having to look at my new husband, and to make a vow to honor him, to serve him, and to obey him. When I vowed to obey him, a strange little glint came into his eye, for just the briefest moment. But, I had seen it. Then he took my hand and placed the wedding ring on it. My hands were trembling at that time. I was now a married woman. My maleness was hard as a rock

I heard the minister say those magic words: "By the power that is vested in me, by the territory in which we live, I now pronounce you to be a husband and wife. You may cane the bride, sir."

It was official. I was a woman, a married woman now! I was a WIFE NOW! I got a shiver of embarrassment.

My husband Kads raised his arm holding the cane in air and suddenly brought it down on my bottom A sweet pain went through my body and I smiled coyly at him, I closed my eyes and waited for second cane to arrive at my gown clad bottom. It came, and, so did another awareness with it. I blushed with fear and shame, as my own cock sprang to life amidst the cottons, satins and silk of my petticoats. I did not want this. I was not a queer. Neither was Kads. What was going one inside of us?

Clearly, the innocence my white gown pretended is a farce in the light of my humiliation and subjugation. "My husband" I whispered to myself. I was almost embarrassed by saying it, but no one heard me in the excitement of people clapping and the organ music. The photographs showed me smiling radiantly as I walked out of the sanctuary on Kads's arm, my head down with shame everyone was celebrating my new status as Mrs.Kads's Rajstani. I was a married woman ready to take her place in society. I was a married woman ready to submit to her husband's conjugal desires. I was a married woman ready to start a new home with my new husband. I was a married woman.

I had just become Mrs.Shilpa Rajstani. I would have to get my name changed on my driver's license, passport, credit cards, etc. I was starting to understand what women give up when they get married. I sensed all eyes upon me as walked carefully with my bouquet in one hand and the other, held by a cute, handsome gentleman. No doubt, we made a nice looking couple

Then I endured the long greeting line. All the ladies laughed at me and congratulated me on getting one of the best husbands in the county. Everyone who attended the reception was thrilled and happy for us when they came through the reception line. I was still in heaven and Kads and I considered each other married to one another. I was now Shilpa Kads Rajstani . Mrs. Kads Rajstani. I was a married woman and would remain so the rest of my life.

I was swirling around in my huge petticoats & gown with my fully erect cock; I was enjoying my new status as a wife.

I of course smiled and kept trying to move closer to Kads, to make it look like all I wanted to do was for him to get me away from there. The ceremony went on for what seemed like hours, and I did not know about the other brides, but standing in one place for 3 hours in a huge bridal gown was not that easy. My feet were KILLING me, I started to shift back and forth as the pain started to run up and down my spine, standing still in uncomfortable clothes was difficult my feet and thighs were aching! Kads was sitting on the chair to take a rest, but as a bride I was not allowed to sit.

I very quickly, too quickly for my own comfort, got used to feeling of my husband's presence besides me, and his power on mine, and raising my face to look at his face like an obeying bride was a loving embarrass. I was feeling no pain, and enjoying every second of being the bride, the most honored person at a wedding. What a feeling was that now I was a wife I have a husband too. Now I was under total control of my husband Kads. Kads was meeting various people and I was following him like most obedient wife. I felt myself surrendering to my husband. I was convinced that I had truly become a fulfilled wife at this very moment. I was content. I was confident. And, I was ready for my Wedding night. I wanted desperately to serve Kads as my husband, and have his control over me.

Each step I was following him was requiring lot of efforts! Thanks to my voluminous petticoats and heavy bridal gown.

Finally Ritu said, " Come on, newlyweds, let's cut the cake and open the presents."

As we approached the top of the great staircase the hubbub of talking below got louder. Ritu went on ahead to warn the guests and then we stepped on to the landing and began our slow and stately descent, Kads in her beautiful black suit and me in the loveliest bridal gown. The guests below burst into spontaneous applause as I set foot on the first step. It was hard, beneath that mass of frill of my petticoats, for my foot to find the stair. I made sure that it was secure before I moved my weight on to it and then began the descent with Kads at my side. Whether he would have been much help had.

I stumbled I do not know but he was not tested. I put a dainty toe on to the next step and the gown followed, swishing against the carpet and caressing my thighs beneath there.

The gown, my petticoat, my long hair, the occasion all made moving like a female easier for me. Cameras flashed and there was an admiring murmur coming up to greet me. My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect. The official photographer asked the crowd to move away and sent us back up the stairs to make our descent again for her benefit. Going back up the stairs was more difficult than descending as my gown kept getting caught beneath my sandals and I had to lift the gown and all its petticoats while letting my long hair slip down over my lower arms. It was a wonderful experience. The photographer sent Ritu up to tidy up my gowns and then I made the descent again, this time for her alone. I had to make several descents because she wanted pictures of me alone as well as with Kads but I did not mind being the center of attention. My lovely gown with its lacy bodice gave me such pleasure. I knew I was a stunningly beautiful bride. I was enjoying the Bridal Gown!

All the guests laughed as we went through the typical cake-cutting-and-feeding ritual. Then came the gifts. Ritu gave us each a box. Inside mine I found an envelope and a beautiful pearly white bridal Saree & Blouse, which I was told to hold up.

Any movement that I made, any squirming, rewarded me with a higher plateau of arousal as the cotton of my petticoats caressed my erect cock.

Then I opened up the envelope and read out-loud the note inside.

"Every girl dreams about her wedding and fantasizes about her first night. To complete your trip into womanhood, I am giving you a great first wedding night gift a lovely bridal saree. This Saree is special which Madhuri wore in 100Days. You and Kads are going to Kads Haveli. Your clothes and everything you may need are already there. I have packed lot of Sarees, blouses, petticoats and Ghagras. Have a good time. And don't worry; all girls are nervous on there wedding night. Don't forget to touch each and everybody's feet properly from your Sasural"

I was Mrs. Shilpa Rajstani! Wow! The change in my life was just starting to hit me. I had been single, now after the "I do's" I was a responsible woman, a wife and of course a Bahu of big Khandan.

I have become a wife! That was happened in such a short time! No wonder I was so tense and excited! Then We walked hand in hand to the front door, he in his tux and me in my white wedding gown, Kads headed to the car and I gathered up the petticoats of my Gown on the arm of my husband taking care of my huge bridal gown. Everyone outside the church stopped to stare at the two newlyweds. They couldn't quite figure out why the groom looked like a woman in a man's tuxedo. I was floating on a cloud of euphoria. I HAD A HUSBAND NOW!! Limousine pulled out from a parking spot and stopped in front of us. The back window had "JUST MARRIED" written on it. While sitting in the car I wrestled with the big cotton petticoats, trying to fit the dress into the seat with me! It looked like I had a two-foot high pile of satin and cotton on my lap.

 

 

 

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