Dodged a bullet

Ding Dong.

I doorbell rang and I opened the door. My sister was back after her shopping.

"It was such a long day," She said while putting down all the bag down.

"What have you got?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing just my casual stuff"

Nothing? Four big bags and nothing? Irony committed suicide there. Somehow I held myself.

"Can you give me some water"

I gave her water and she relaxed. After a couple of minutes, she went back to her room with the bags. I was still curious to know what she brought.

"I gonna take a bath," She said. I sensed an opportunity. It will take a few minutes for her to get out of the bathroom and in between those I will accomplish my task.

The moment she went inside, my search operation started. Here and there, I started searching like a madman. At the same time, I had to be careful of not making a mess of out of her room.

"Where did she kept it?" I thought to myself. I could see the bags lying on the side of the room but couldn't find the stuff inside it.

I was cursing my luck. On the verge of giving up, I opened a drawer of her wardrobe.

Alas! I got something. A small plastic bag.

Although it was only a bit of what she got from shopping still it was enough for me to do a victory dance.

I placed my hand inside and took out something which I felt like box.

It was a box actually, oh wait! Not one, two.

I took it out from backside so I flipped it to see what did it contained.

Oh man! It was a panty. A pair of them. I got aroused in a second.

Since my pre-teenage period, I had a thing for panty. I don't know why but I liked those very much, although I never got a chance to experience them and that too so close. Maybe because I decided to hide my emotions for panties inside and hold myself back. I never proceeded further in this direction otherwise it wouldn't be difficult for me to get a pair of those for myself. All it needed was a few bucks.

I opened one box and took it out. Meanwhile, my cock started getting hard and in few seconds, it was rock solid.

I touched it. It was softer than anything. I loved that a lot. A fleecy small piece of clothing, which is worn between the legs covering the areas there which are called a private part.

Being a boy, none of my underwears were that soft, not even near to that. In fact, I never saw any male underwear made while softness holding their topmost priority. Even the one I pull off every time can be considered smooth but only in parallel universe.

One more thing which attracted my attention is ladies panties were often smaller than the one which men wear. Talking about the front side, I can understand that men's underwear has a bulge because we have something stick and popped out, unlike women who only have holes over there. This justifies the fact of having a small area of panties in front but what about the back? The portion covering the butt is also generally smaller in ladies underwear than in men's.

While I was lost in enjoying them, I heard the opening of the bathroom door. My heart skipped a beat. I kept those inside the boxes. I was smart enough to only open one box and that's why I succeeded in keeping them at their place in time.

I left her room silently.

At night sleep was miles away from my eyes. My mind was occupied with thoughts about only one thing - Panty. I grabbed my mobile and starting searching about them on the net.

In Google Images, I saw numerous panties with different designs and colors. It mesmerized me completely. I was wondering why don't we have that much option.

Hipsters, french cuts, thongs, you name it. And some were seductive too like the one with transparent sides or those which had just enough fiber to cover the bum line in the back, exposing the cheeks. I started feeling my rod. But I couldn't cum in her panties as that would be a bit dicey.

So I decided to remove it. Seconds later, don't know what went through my mind, I talked myself out of it. My urge also went down, probably because I was feeling sleepy and within minutes I slept with that on.

"Are you wearing my panty?" I woke up by a scream.

I opened my eyes and saw my sister standing next to me.

"Are you wearing my panty?" She repeated. While gaining consciousness, I wondered how does she know? As far as I could recall, I played safe while wearing it.

"What? I didn't..I mean why would I?" I stuttered.

"Don't lie to me. I saw it" she shouted.

I thought of ways in which she could know Did she debag me in sleep? No she can't. Then what?

Oh, wait! Maybe my shorts sagged, while I was sleeping, and exposed my(actually her) panty to air. Although I was sure still I proceeded to conform.

"How do you know?"

"I've been searching for it since a while. Then I entered your room and saw you wearing those. The sagging of your shorts revealed that to me"

Yes, I was right.

"Tell me why did you do that?" I kept silent.

"Tell me or I'll call mom" she warned me with a high pitched volume. I was petrified about what to say.

Surely, I couldn't reveal my fantasy to her otherwise hell would've broken loose on me. I was searching for ways to escape this situation.

"Are you going to tell me or should I call the mom"

"No, wait," I begged.

"I'll tell you why I was in that?"

"Go ahead"

"I was wearing it because............it's soft"

"What ?"

"Yeah. They are too soft which I love. As a man, I never came across male underwear so soft. I wanted to feel it, that's why I wore it"

"Are you serious?" She giggled.

"Yeah. I'm fond of panties, only because of their softness."

The very next second she burst into laughter. I lowered the bar of danger. Her laughter had no end and I was happy. All her anger was gone.

That day, I dodged a bullet.

Ragging

“Now remove your shirt,” One girl said.

I undid my shirt and was standing there with shivering legs, completely unaware of my fate. Their cunning faces were screaming that they are in a bang-up mood to screw me up for their fun. After all, ragging is always fun for seniors.

With my upper body naked, their eyes were blatantly scanning my skin.

“Isn’t he too smooth”

“Yup. He doesn’t have much body hair a man should have”

They were talking about my upper body. I admit my chest and abdomen was having nearly no hairs. I never knew the reason behind it because I never paid heed to this. For me it was just a normal thing.

“Girl has this type of body, clean and soft”

All burst into laughter.

Being surrounded by 15–20 senior girls and becoming a reason for laughter was the worst feeling ever.

“Well I actually agree with Shikha(one of the senior girls). I have never seen a 20-year-old boy with so fewer hairs on his body. Moreover, his facial hairs are also almost absent. I can assure that isn’t a clean shave”

Now they started noticing me more clearly. Everyone had a little spark in their eyes.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Are you even a man?” One girl asked me laughing in a naughty way. All the other girls joined her.

“I am thinking about something”

“What?”

They formed a circle among themselves to make their conversation inaudible to me. They talked about something of which I had no idea. I only thing which I heard was the giggling of those girls.
They came in their normal position facing me. I was dying with curiosity to know what they were talking about but I wasn't told anything when I enquired the same.

One girl left the place. I found something fishy.

They started asking me questions about my private life. I kept answering them until I saw that girl returning with a bag in her hand.

“Now something interesting will happen to you.”

I was terrified thinking about what’s coming my way.

“Will they strip me naked and make run rounds across girls section?” I thought to myself.

Ragging wasn’t this much harsh for me. Although I always came across those incidents(which I thought to believe as rumors or whatever you say) where boys were stripped to their chaddis(underwear) and forced to dance on girly songs but never trusted those thinking, how can this happen to someone? and how on earth someone can be so cruel to others?

But now my misconception was blown up when I was at the receiving end.

She further continued.

“As we all think that you some attributes similar to a girl, we should completely transform you into a girl”

I was numb. Although I got a hint of it, still I acted innocent to know the complete facts.

“What do you mean?” I asked with a low voice.

“Oh! you’re so innocent. Ok so let me elaborate it. First, we will dress you in a saree, then do your make up and finally make you wear girl’s sandals. In this way, you will be transformed completely into a girl. Is that enough or do you want any further explanation?”

Now I was confirmed that I am literally screwed up. They are going to humiliate me for sure.

“So shall we begin?” The bossiest girl among them said.

“As you wish” replied the other girl.

She came close to me and took out something from the bag. It was a petticoat. She handed it to me and pointed towards a room. She directed me to go there and replace my pant with the petticoat.

I went inside with that petticoat. I had no idea how I will do it but I knew that I have no other option. If I don’t obey their orders then those senior boys will thrash me. They strictly told me to do whatever they will say otherwise it wouldn’t be nice for me.

I somehow took off my pant and wore it. I came outside after that.

I was welcomed by the girls with giggles. But I knew that this was just the starting. The laughter will be thunderous when they will completely transform me into a girl.

Now the torture began. One girl took out something from the bag. It was a bra. A tradition white bra which is worn by Indian women. She put the bra on me. It was a different sort of feeling for me. I had no idea what kind of emotion I was holding within me at that point of time.

She took out two cotton balls on put those inside each of the cups, forming a pair of boobs on me. I started getting the girly feeling.

A red blouse was the next. She told me to put my hands inside it. As it was having hooks in the back, she went behind me to do them. With every hook, it was getting tighter around my chest. When she was done with all the hooks, I was feeling like being trapped inside this small piece of cloth. It was entirely and tightly covering my chest, including the bra.

Small sleeves and U neckline was adding to my humiliation. My upper body was trapped inside two pieces of clothes - bra and blouse, and both of them were very tight.

No doubt it was giving me a feminine feeling. Now it was the time for 9-yard clothing. Finally, a saree was taken out from the bag.

Two-three girls came forward and starting dressing me in saree. They were doing it with perfection, wanted to transform me into a perfect girl.

It took around 8–10 minutes for them to complete their job.

Now I was standing completing dress in a saree and blouse while they were having my overall view for their laugh.

“Look at the figure. Amazing!”

“You look gorgeous, but there is something missing”

I wondered what was left.

“And that is - makeup”

They gave me a chair to sit, the first time and that too only for my bad.

Again more than one girl was involved in the process. Foundation and some sort of cream were spread all across my face. Lipstick, Kajal and many more things were also applied to my face.
Finally they left me.

They worked a lot on my face.

Their giggle was continuous. I was like a laughing material for them that entire time. The thing that they were giggling continuously while looking at me, was making me uncomfortable a lot.

“Now you’re looking exactly like a girl”

I was desperate to see my new self. I couldn’t wait longer to see what they did to me and how worse I was looking. I pleaded to them for that.

Upon my repeated request they finally agreed to me.

“We have a big mirror. But there is a catch. We’ll blindfold you and then walk you to that mirror. Then you can remove your blindfold and witness yourself”

I nodded my head. They put a black blindfold around my eyes, completing blocking my sight. Then they started guiding me with their hands on my shoulder. I walking peacefully.

The distance seemed a bit longer for me. I was suspicious but kept walking.

“Now open your eyes”

I immediately removed my blindfold and opened my eyes but what I saw next completely terrified me.

I was standing outside with the door. I rushed towards to door only to find it locked from inside.

That moment was the worst and most scariest moment of my life.

I was standing in open wear a saree-blouse along with bangles and a girly makeup on my face. All these things were more than enough to completely tarnish my image and humiliate me to the fullest.
The thought “what will if someone sees me like this” was sending chills down my spine.

All of a sudden, I noticed a window which was half-open. I darted my way to that as I saw that as a last ray of hope.

I saw all those girls inside, through that window. They were again giving the same expression of superiority which they gave me earlier. Actually, they wanted me to feel that I was at their mercy, which I definitely was.

“How did you thought it would be so easy for you?”

“Please let me in. If someone will see me like this, then I will be destroyed”

They laughed at my helplessness. It was evident that they were enjoying it.

“We will but before that do something for us”

“What?” I asked curiously.

“Give us some hot poses so that we can click nice snaps”

“What? You will take my picture. No way. I won’t let you.”

“Hahahaha! Are you kidding me? This is the easiest way out for you. Either you do as we say or wait outside till someone sees you and make a fuss about it”

I was in a dilemma. I thought “If I will stand here for long then there is quite a possibility that someone will notice and on the other hand if I will let them take my pictures then they can show those snaps to anyone or they can blackmail me. Both ways I was screwed up.”

Suddenly one thing rang my bell. I thought, “As they had transformed me like a girl, how someone will recognize me until I speak. If they did a good job then I can deny my existence in those pictures. In this way, I can get away without any embarrassment Otherwise if I will stay here then I have to talk with anyone who points me ask and that moment I’ll be caught”

“Ok take my pics” I stood firm by saying that.

“That’s good!” One girl said while taking out a DSLR. I was surprised to see its size. That the biggest I’ve ever seen.

“Oh not like that. I want you to pose like a girl”

“I don’t know how to do that.” I stood like a guy.

“Then follow me. Keep your body in a curve, butt out and hands on your waist. Like this” she said while showing me a posture. It was too girly.

I didn’t want to do that as it was too embarrassing for me. But somehow I did. Needless to say, all the girls were laughing at me.

They directed me to give many other poses also.

The worst thing was they used to keep me a particular posture for seconds for clicking photo.

When the photo shoot was over, they let me in. I relaxed.

The Humiliating Story of Anirav Narayan Part V - Anirav to dress as girl

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"So now will you dress up on your own or you want our help ?"

I was furious and helpless at the same time. Somehow I started dressing up. I started wearing the top.

"Aaaa.. Stop ! You have to wear the bra first."

She put on the bra. Then glued two cotton balls on my chests. The balls were firmly covered with the bra. It completely transformed my chested into breasts.

"Such a nice blossom," One of the girls said while pressing my newly formed breast.

I wore the top myself and they helped me with my skirt.

"You look so pretty" All the girls started laughing.

"But wait something is missing"

"What ?" I asked anticipating worst thing which could happen to me.

One girl came up with a box. I didn't know what was inside it.

"A girl is never ready without proper makeup," She said with a cunning smile.

I wanted to cry but somehow I was holding my tears.

They applied lipstick, kajal and many other things on my face.

"Now you are all set to go"

Finally, I was done. They directed me towards the gate and told me to leave. I had to walk back to my room now. Fortunately, it was 9 at night so there wasn't much crowd. I could barely see anyone so I was sure that I will make my way to the room, without coming in anyone's notice.

As I was walking towards my building, my legs were shivering and my eyes were moving around constantly to check if anyone is there to see me or not.

The few matres distance seemed miles long to me as I safely landed near the gate of my building.

The first thing I did after going inside my room was to put off all those clothes and makeup and became normal. I felt relaxed.