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AN INDIAN CROSSDRESSING STORY- SANDEEP TO SAYALEE
Hi I am Sandeep, a 27 year old guy from the city of Mumbai in India. I
found this website after going through some online experiences of other
people who have been subjected to the same treatment of petticoat
punishment as me and I have been directed to write my story to you. This
is the story of my feminization by my mother, aunt (her sister), and
cousin (aunt's daughter who is 5 years younger to me).
My father works for the merchant navy which means he has to stay out of
the house on tours 1-1.5 years at a time. He hardly shows up at home. My
aunt is a widow with a daughter aged 22 years. Being a typical Indian
male, I am an engineering student right now doing my postgraduate
studies.
It all starts about an year ago on my birthday march 27th. I used to come
home late, generally about 2-3 am in the morning. Had a bunch of great
friends and loved hanging out with them late and since we live in the
heart of the city, things don't close down early. On my birthday last
year, I came home at 4 in the morning. I was completely sloshed and
knocked on the door. My aunt opened the door and she could immediately
make it out that I was drunk. Her first reaction was that of disgust
since a 26 year old guy should know how to hold his drink. As I was
stumbling across the living room, trying to gain control over my
inebriated senses, and trying to find my room. While walking, I fell on
the floor and that woke up my mother. She came out of the room and was
infuriated by seeming be drunk like this. She started yelling at me, I
did not bother to reply. In fact, I was rude in not even paying any
attention to her and straight away walked in my room and closed to door.
But before I could lock my door, my mother and aunt came inside and asked
me why I was late. My drunken state had made me even more rude and I
replied with a, "Why the hell do you care, I drank, it was my birthday."
Hearing those words from me, my aunt came forward and slapped me on my
face. That made me angry and I raised my hand at her. Then my mother
stepped in and slapped me twice. The Indian society is a male chauvinist
society so I didn't take my mother slapping me in the right spirit. I
tried replying to her in words but then my aunt and my mother ganged up
on me and started slapping me even more. After a few slaps, my
consciousness was back and I could feel the pain across my cheeks. I
started crying.
Looking at me crying, my aunt said, "Oh look at this 'man of the family'
crying like a little girl."
I said, "If I hit you, you will cry too!"
The situation was heating up and with the growing pitch of all our
voices, my cousin sister woke up too. Her name is Namrata. When she came
out my mother said "Look Namrata, he's crying like a little girl."
I felt insulted, they were calling me a girl. How can someone call a 26
year old guy a girl? My male chauvinist ego was hurt and I replied back
to my sister yelling "Go inside your room and sleep, this is none of your
freaking business."
By this time, my mother and aunt could figure out what made me more
angry. It was the whole "crying like a girl" thing. So they started
teasing me even more by calling me a girl again and again. I got real
angry this time and threw a plate at the wall, breaking it.
I think that was the last straw. My mother and aunt were already very
unhappy with my behavior around the house and this broke their patience.
My aunt whispered something in my sister's ears and Namrata went inside
her room only to show up in my room again with a bunch of colorful
bangles. This is what the bangles looked like.
Bangles are the symbol of femininity in India. It is a belief that anyone
who wears bangles cannot be a man. Seeing those bangles in her hand, I
was terrified. My aunt said, "Since you cry like a girl, you will be a
girl and wear these bangles."
I looked at my mother with utter helplessness and with my crying face
said, "Mother please, don't make me wear bangles. I am sorry please don't
do this to me."
"Beta (son), wear these NOW! If you don't, you will be even more sorry,"
Mother said.
I resigned to my fate and gave my hands to them. To make it an even more
humiliating experience, my mother asked my sister to put those on me. And
she was delighted to do so! She poured those bangles in my hand one by
one until both of my hands were full of them. I was crying more now
because of the intense humiliation. Aunt then got her phone from her room
and clicked a few pictures. Mother pronounced that from now every day I
come home, I will be wearing bangles at home and if I break those, I will
be punished severely with spankings.
This went on for about a week, it became a daily affair for me to come
home, walk into my mother's or my sister's room and put on the bangles by
myself.
We had a maid for sweeping and mopping the floor, washing utensils and
clothes. She was pregnant and had to take a leave of 6 months. My mother
proposed that since it was almost summer and I won't have to attend
classes soon, I should do the house work. There was no option to say no
since that would mean they would make those pictures of me in the bangles
public.
Next morning I woke up and was introduced to my chores for the day. There
were too many things to do so I started working. The housemaid wasn't
coming to work since 7 days already so there was a whole pile of clothes
that included almost all of my clothes.
After washing the utensils, sweeping the floor, and mopping it, my shirt
and pants both were quite dirty. However, there was no change of clothes
I had. My aunt could see that my clothes were dirty. Both my aunt and my
mother were sitting in the living room watching television while my
sister was in school. They called me to the living room and made me stand
right in front of them. I did not know why they had in a way summoned me
but I just stood with my head drooping.
Mother said, "Honey, your clothes are dirty. Why don't you change?"
"I don't have any clothes left mother," I said.
To that my mother just went inside my sister's room and got her kurta
(that she was wearing yesterday) and asked me to put it on.
The indian culture is very male chauvinist and I was raised in that
culture. Ever since my childhood, at my schools, in my classes, I was
used to thinking of women not exactly in a demeaning way but somewhat
lesser than us men. So when I saw the kurta, my instant reply was a no!
obviously I was not going to wear girl's clothes, why would I? I am a
man, a 26 year old guy. I completely rejected their idea of me wearing
that kurta. And I was pretty sure that I made my intentions with it
clear. In no unequivocal terms I told my mother that I am never ever
going to wear girl's clothes because they are demeaning. In the heat of
the moment I also told her that I am not going to do it no matter what.
After saying that and bubbling with anger, because of the humiliation, I
stopped working and told them that I am not going to continue working
anymore.
This was the end of everything for me. After that incident, my manhood
was taken away. My mother and aunt grabbed me and mother placed me on her
lap while aunt removed my trousers and underwear. Then they called my
younger sister out with her sandals and asked her to spank me. In her
other hand, my aunt was recording my ordeal. After about 25 spanks, I had
to agree to whatever they had in store for me. I was dressed in a kurti
and a saree petticoat. Fortunately, I got to retain my underwear.
Ever since then, its ben one year and my daily schedule is that of a
housemaid. I have to wear my aunt's saree petticoat my sister's used
kurti, my mother's duppata (stole) with 3 inch heels and work all day
long finally sleeping in the kitchen. With that I have to put on
accessories like a bindi (a dot on the forehead) and bangles. I am
"awarded" 10 spanks whenever my dupatta slides down my head (I am
required to cover my head at all time like an Indian bride), whenever I
look into he eyes of any woman (I have to look down since according to
them men are lesser than women), whenever I trip on my heels, of whenever
I forget to clean anything. Getting used to my routine, now I get only
about 30-40 spanks every night. Sometimes I am made to dance for my
mother's friends in full costume. Generally, I have to dance on an indian
bridal song and am spanked for missing a move. For purposes of even more
intense humiliation, my name is changed when I am a girl and I am called
"Sayalee."
I am thoroughly confused what to do. I can literally feel that I am
loosing my manhood, and I guess that is what they want. The only
"holiday" I got was for a week 3 months back when my father came home and
I could wear my guy's clothes again. Mother has started giving me some
tablets since last month which she calls as vitamins but I do not know
what they are. Aunt has asked me to share my email id
([email protected]) with the readers of your wonderful website so
that they can suggest any innovative ideas they have. This has been proof
read by my sister and then approved. Kindly advice me what to do about my
situation. I may have deserved it but I feel like I am loosing my
manhood. :(
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