A Cure for Swellness
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There are love stories of all kinds: cross-culture, cross-border,
cross-religion and so on. This is a double-cross-dress love story. Read
it and see if you like it.
Hema and Giri met accidentally. Hema is tall for an average woman, with
short hair and not much to show off for a cleavage. In spite of her
looks she is more feminine and desirable than her more endowed
roommates. She lived in a two-room house with two other girls on a
share-everything basis. All three of them are working girls and none
are dependent on others financially.
On that fateful day Hema was alone, as the other two girls went out-of-
station on a business-cum-pleasure trip. She was watching the TV when
she heard a bang outside her house. She was in two minds and as the
programme on TV was getting on her nerves she switched off the TV and
opened the door to see what caused the noise. She saw a man lying in a
small pool on the road.
She rushed him and brought him home in semi-conscious state. She made
him to lie on the sofa and examined him for injuries. Except some
bruises on the back he seemed to be quite okay. His clothes were soaked
to skin. She removed the wet clothes, sponged him and dried him with a
towel. She wrapped him in another towel, went into the kitchen and in
minutes was back with a steaming cup of tea. She helped him drink the
tea. He mumbled some words, which were incomprehensible and closed his
eyes and lied on the sofa. She then called a nearby doctor who took ten
minutes to arrive and after a thorough examination gave some tablets
and informed her there is nothing to worry and all that he needs is a
few hours rest and left her with the stranger after collecting his
fees.
When the doctor left she focussed her attention back to the stranger
and for the first time she had a closer look at him. He was of a
slender build and his skin was devoid of hair especially on the chest
and arms. He was clean-shaven. She wanted to put him in some clothes
but unfortunately there was not a single piece of male clothing in the
assorted wardrobe of all-girl roommates. She thought for a second and
decided further course of action.
Since he was more or less the same size of Lavanya one of her
roommates, she picked a freshly laundered nightie of Lavanya and
returned to the figure lying on the sofa. With a little difficulty she
helped him into the nightie and laid him again on the sofa and with the
help of pillows she made him comfortable and returned to her chair
before the TV and switched on the TV. She was watching the TV but
actually was looking at the figure on the sofa and was getting exited
by the sight the figure presented, a man in a nightie. She wanted to
distract her thoughts from this unsolicited excitement. She remembered
something and went to check the pockets of the man's discarded clothes.
She found very little information about the person in the items she
found. She took the clothes and put them in the washing machine and
hanged them on the clothesline to dry. She returned to the chair and
resumed TV watching. She alternatively watched both the TVs.
She never knew that she could get aroused by seeing a man in a nightie.
This has never happened. She watched so many movies where the men get
into drag for one purpose or the other. She used to watch them and
dismiss as silly jokes. This time it seems so different. A man lying
helpless in her sofa and wearing a nightie. Her thoughts were again
broken when the figure on the sofa stirred and after opening his eyes
for few moments and unable to comprehend about his whereabouts and why
he was in a strange place.
A few moments later truth dawned on him and with it resumed the numb
pain in his head. His eyes started taking in the visuals around the
room and finally rested on the face of Hema.
For a moment she felt guilty, but composed herself and said, "Hi, I am
Hema. I heard a sound and saw you lying in a pool. Brought you home,
cleaned you, removed your clothes, called a doctor and got you treated
and finally dressed you."
He replied equally at ease, "I am Giri, a motorcyclist hit me and I
don't remember anything afterwards, anyhow thanks for all."
He stood up and extended his hand and felt something odd and started
looking at himself for the reason which caused. The sight stopped him
in his tracks as he found himself in a woman's nightie. By the time he
returned his focus on to Hema, she was trying to suppress a laugh with
great difficulty.
He screamed, "Yeh, you cleaned me, my clothes and got me treated and
DRESSED me up. What the hell do you think? Am I a sissy or your long
lost sister to put me in this bloody nightie?"
He fumbles with the hooks to remove the nightie.
She puts her hand on his and says in a winning fashion. "I am sorry. I
don't have suitable male clothing and I didn't want you catch
pneumonia; all this was done with a good intention to help you. I
promise there was no malice." She dashed to the other room and brought
a towel and handed him the towel and said, "I will go into the other
room, you can change and as soon as your clothes dry up you can put
them on."
She was about to go into the other room, when he said, "I am really
sorry, you have done so much to me and I didn't even thank you properly
and started shouting at you, the way you suppressed your laugh
triggered something in me and I exploded."
Hema said, "Oh! The suppressed laugh did the triggering, don't mind it,
please. It's a girlie thing. The moment I saw you stand up all the
previous hour's tension drained and the sight of you in a nightie
sparked a laugh. I am really sorry."
Giri finally said, "Why not put an end to this mutual sorry business
and by the way lead me to a mirror so that I can also see how do I look
in this nightie."
She asked him to follow into her bedroom and took him by hand and
positioned him in front of a full-length mirror. The sight of him in a
nightie was a revelation. He had an erection and it made a tent pole in
the nightie.
At the sight of erection both exchanged glances and Hema immediately
retorted, "So this sort of thing turns you on?"
Giri fumbled with his reply "I... I... never knew it till this moment,
it's a sort of revelation to me as well."
Hema cooed, "How about the whole works?"
Giri gave a quizzical look. Hema laughed and continued, "I mean putting
you in a sari, with matching blouse, bangles on your hands, a bindi on
your forehead, a long plait with flowers adorned, earrings, nose stud,
nail polish, lipstick and etc. and etc."
Giri exclaimed, "Oh! No. None of it. Leave me alone. In fact I want to
leave this place right now."
Hema added with a tinge of satire, "Okay. If you want to really leave
this house in a nightie I don't have any objection."
Giri sounding defeated asked, "What happened to my clothes?"
Hema replied, "It may take another two to three hours for the clothes
to get dry. Meanwhile we can indulge in this dressing up game. If you
don't like it you will leave this house as a man in three hours flat,
that's a promise, else you stay here as a girl for at least two days."
Giri was silent for few moments then let out a deep sigh and said,
mimicking a female voice and lowering his head in a feminine way,
"Alright as you like it."
Hema jumped up from her seat and embraced Giri and kissed him on his
cheeks and as an afterthought said, "Needs some shaving."
She took him to bathroom and instructed him about applying hair remover
lotion and left saying she has some shopping to do and instructed him
to put on the clothes she laid on the bed. With little difficulty Giri
finished the toiletries, returned to the bedroom and saw a sari,
blouse, petticoat and undies neatly laid on the bed. He ran his fingers
over his chin and it felt silky smooth and he loved the feeling. He
thought he is being inducted into womanhood and the thought triggered
an erection.
He pulled up the panty over the newly smoothened legs and tucked his
erect member into the panty, then struggled for some time with the hook
of the bra and then cheated, he put the hook first and then inserted
his arms into the straps and pulled it on to his chest which was as
smooth as that of a woman, of course without the usual mounds. Next he
put on the petticoat and tied the tape round his waist in a tight knot.
He stopped a moment and stood in front of the mirror to examine his
image.
It was odd; a man in a bra and petticoat stared at him. He averted his
eyes and wished Hema was at hand and completed the transformation as
soon as possible. He then lifted the blouse and put it on, he fastened
the top three hooks, but failed with the bottom two. He wanted to try
the sari, but was lost in the folds. All this took some time and he
heard the lock being opened and next moment Hema burst into the room
with hands full of packets. She gave him an appreciative look and
smiled. He felt shy and avoided her gaze like a demur woman.
She teased him saying, "Hello already learnt the tricks of the trade
before you are fully dressed for it."
This further embarrassed him and he felt his blood rush to his cheeks.
Hema continued, "Hey wait! There is enough time for the bride to show
her blushes, right now there is a lot to do, come on, sit on this chair
and cooperate with me in making a woman out of you."
She examined him and as if talking to her she mumbled, "First things
first, you need vital statistics." and saying thus she put her hand
into one of the packets and retrieved two breast forms and asked him to
unhook his blouse and bra. When he did so, she applied some adhesive
and pressed the breast forms onto his chest and kept the pressure for
some time when the adhesive glued the things on to his chest she
removed her hand and he made a slight movement of his body and his
almost real breasts had their own momentum, she laughed and hooked his
bra over the breast forms and thus he had his own breasts. She made him
hook the blouse again and she helped to fasten the bottom two hooks
also. Once it was done he had a nice cleavage between his newly
developed breasts. He complained that the blouse was too tight.
She said, "If you want a nice bust with a pronounced cleavage, you have
to wear it tight. We women have been doing it for ages for the benefit
of men, so a little trouble on the part of a single man with a tight
blouse doesn't really offset the trouble we took."
All this while his member was erect. She glanced at it and decided to
do something about it and took it into her hands and stroked it gently.
It had a life of its own and he came thick and fast. Once spent his
member became placid, she took out a skin coloured panty like thing and
was asked to put it on. He removed his panty and put on the one given
by her. It swallowed his spent and placid manhood into its folds and
when fastened it gave the appearance of a vagina freshly grown in the
place of his erstwhile manhood.
She then proceeded to drape him in the sari. She made the pleats and
inserted into the centre of the petticoat duly exposing his navel, then
made some more pleats with the pallu-one end of a 6 metre sari often
with a special pattern printed, which is worn by women in such a way
that the designed portion drops from their shoulder in a cascade of
pleats after covering the breasts-and fastened the pleated pallu onto
his blouse with a safety pin over his left shoulder. That's a practice
women adapted to avoid the pallu slipping off the shoulder frequently.
Next thing she took out was a plaited wig made out of natural hair and
applied some adhesive to the edges and placed it on his head and
pressed it for a couple of seconds. With the addition of the wig he was
almost transformed into a woman albeit a woman without any make up. So
her work was far from complete.
She continued her handiwork, she started with the face. She trimmed his
eyebrows with tweezers into arches, then with a kajal pencil shaped
them fine. Took false eyelashes and applying a good adhesive attached
to the lids of his eyes. Applied mascara to the lashes, shaped them
well and then applied kajal to his eyes. Took a foundation and applied
on to his face, neck and hands and evened the complexion, then applied
some cream and finally put some powder and his face was almost ready,
except lips. She took a lip liner and made the outlines and then
applied lipstick and instructed him to even the lipstick, when he did
so, she applied lip gloss too.
Now his face looked beautiful with the red lips teasingly inviting. She
then clipped on earrings to his ears, pasted a precious stone on to his
nose for a nose stud put a sticker bindi centring between his arched
eyebrows on the forehead. She then put some necklaces around his neck.
She turned her attention to his fingers and hands; she put on two dozen
bangles on each of his hands, their colours matching to that of his
sari and blouse. She pasted false nails to his original nails making
them longer by half an inch at least. She took out nail enamel in a
colour matching to his lipstick and applied carefully to all the tips
and toes. Allowed them to dry. She put jingling anklets on his legs.
Before proceeding further she asked him, "Do you like being a married
woman or unmarried?"
He fumbled with the reply, "I don't know."
She then made the decision, you will be a married one and went on to
put toe rings on the longest toe and its adjacent one and she did the
same on other leg too. The works were more or less completed.
She gave him a look and said, "Perfect except for some flowers in your
hair and the 'mangala sutra' usually worn by Hindu married woman and
for these we have to venture out."
Giri now a complete girl screamed, "Venture out! In this get up.
Nothing doing." and flayed his bangled hands like a helpless woman
does.
The sight was amusing to Hema and she said, "Hey woman stop behaving
like a girl, you are a grown up one and married too. You should be more
mature in your behaviour."
She produced a pair of 4" heeled sandals and helped him to put on those
and gave him a fancy ladies hand bag, which he duly put on his shoulder
and was lead to the full length mirror with his eyes shut. Once he was
placed in front of the mirror she asked him to open his mascara laden
eyes.
He opened his eyes and he felt they were opening eternally and
presented him with a wide-eyed beauty staring at him with a surprise in
her eyes. It took few moments for him to realise that the woman in the
mirror was none other than himself transformed beyond belief from a
humdrum man into a beautiful woman.
Hema was now standing behind him/her and put her arms around him and
said cooingly, "You are beautiful!" and embraced him/her and planted a
kiss on his cheek, which started blossoming.
Coming back from the trance she ordered the new Girl to practice her
walk and she disappeared into another room. The new girl started taking
measured step after measured step for few minutes and once she had the
hang of the heels she took quite normal steps and started walking in a
feminine way, swaying her artificial hips a little sideways and her
plait beating rhythm on her buttocks. She was still in her laps when a
man emerged from the door where minutes ago Hema disappeared.
The new girl was embarrassed but the reassuring smile on the lips of
the man triggered some familiarity and in no time the new girl realised
that the man in front of her is none other than Hema in a masculine
disguise sporting a fine moustache above the upper lip. She was
surprised to note that with a few alterations in dress and demeanour
how a totally feminine looking Hema transformed into a well built man
or for that matter how he was turned into a woman by mere sleight of
hand.
Girl hitherto being referred to as Giri was brought back into the world
with a thundering voice saying, "Let's go."
She had no choice but to follow, to compound the matter the man held
her bangled arm and started leading the way. Like a devoted wife
following her husband Girl followed Heman. It was a strange experience
for the Girl. The hunter became the hunted. The man who would love
watching women moving in and out of the streets was now being watched
by his fellow men oblivious of the fact that the object of their
watching is one of their herd but put in the clothing and makeup of a
woman. The man who did visual rape of scores of women is now being
visually raped by hundreds of men. Girl felt eyes laden with lust
crawling every inch of her female body and her male flavoured soul-
since a soul cannot be classified as male or female-cringed at the
thought.
This gave him an idea to stop this menace and protect women from such
harassments, every man should at one time or other should be 'drag'ged
into this. She felt assuring because of the male escort she has,
otherwise the trauma would be manifold. What with the lewd remarks
crude film songs sung in baritone voice for her ears only.
Her train of thought was disturbed when her knight in shining armour
rather suit whispered in her ear, "Honey here comes the jewellery shop
and I am going to buy a real mangala sutra and tie it round your neck
amidst holy chants, when we return home and we will also take the
traditional saptapadi, tied in a nuptial knot and you would become my
true wife. Later we will have our first night me the man and you the
wife." Heman finished with a rider saying, "Does all this excite you?
Give me a true answer."
Girl with a bent head avoiding his gaze nodded in affirmation. They
finished shopping, the mangala sutra was secured and resting in his
pocket and flowers already adorned the hairs of Girl besides a set of
golden bangles and lots of coloured glass bangles, a silk sari for the
bride with a matching blouse and a sexy nightie for the nuptials. They
had a quite dinner in a posh restaurant, hailed a passing auto and
returned home.
After entering Heman changed quickly into a more traditional dress
suitable for a bridegroom a shirt, dhoti and kanduva and also dressed
up the Girl in the newly purchased silk sari with matching blouse and
bangles. With the flowers decked up in her tresses and blushing every
second she looked the most stunning bride. Heman started the cassette
player and it started chanting wedding hymns and mantras. Both sat down
side by side and observed almost all the rituals of marriage and it
ended with Heman tying the three knots of mangalasutra and they did the
saptapadi.
Heman planted a kiss on her cheeks, they turned red and he took her
gently to the bed and laid her on it and started kissing every inch of
her exposed body and ended the kissing ritual with a hot and long kiss
on the mouth. Girl responded as any girl in her place would have done.
She was surprised herself with her own response. He bid her to get into
the sexy nightie. He fastened something like a belt and later on it
turned out to be a vibrator resembling an erect penis. He fucked her
several times and she yielded to his demands, she assumed whatever pose
her 'husband' demanded. He loved her, kissed her, humiliated her held
her breasts in his hands massaged them and in one day he made her a
complete woman many times over. She enjoyed every second of it and was
drawn into the vortex deeper and deeper with every passing moment. She
wanted more of what she already had. He playfully obliged.
She did as was told and they had a fuckingly wonderful first night. She
felt like a real woman with his penis penetrating her vagina time and
again. They had a fitful sleep and when the drowsiness lifted, she was
still in his embrace and his manhood was firmly locked into her
womanhood. It felt wonderful.
She untangled from him and slowly started loosening herself from the
embrace. When she was almost through he bound her once again in his
massive arms and they had another workout together. Finally she got up
from the bed and had a look of her in the mirror. She looked terrible
but thoroughly satisfied woman. Her hair was dishelved, flowers and
makeup gone hay ware, her body sore and bruised.
She smiled to herself, went into kitchen, returned with two steaming
cups of coffee and made a jingling sound with her bangles and offered
her 'hubby' a cup of coffee and she took one. After the coffee he took
off her nightie. There was nothing underneath. She was in her birthday
suit. She was standing in front of him covering her breasts with one
hand and the other protecting her womanhood.
He advanced menacingly, lifted her off ground, carrying her in his arms
entered the bathroom. He too stripped off. Started the shower and they
tangled and entangled under the shower. When exhausted, each dried the
other and were back in their bedroom, he started the lessons of and she
did the grooming herself and did a fairly good job of getting dressed
in sari and blouse and made up her face under his guidance. She then
got up and went into kitchen to make breakfast.
He followed her into kitchen in his lungi and queried, "Can you cook?"
She replied, "Of course, I can and I am a good cook."
He laughed and said, "So I am lucky to have a wife who can cook as well
as fuck with ease."
She retorted, "Watch your language."
He mocked her "I will watch my language, but what about your body
language which says 'fuck me please' every moment I watch it."
She laughed and said "You created this body and shape, so you have to
be blamed."
He said "I created it for my pleasure and I am getting it whether I am
fucking or just watching it."
She just echoed, "Enjoy it then."
He said, "I am enjoying, aren't you enjoying it?"
She said, "I wish I were a real woman."
He took her into his arms and whispered, "You are a real woman and a
beautiful one at that and you are totally mine."
Before she could add anything, he sealed her mouth with a long kiss and
also sealed her fate, which has nothing but a devoted housewife for
life in store for the man who was no more a man in word, deed and
appearance.
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