I am an Indian crossdressing sissy and my girly name is Minati. Indian women wears saree with other accessories like Petticoat (It is not like petticoat to be worn under skirt. It is with drawstring to be tied at left side of waist and flared downward up to ankle.), blouse (Unlike to be worn with skirt. It covers only chest part. It may be sleeveless, full sleeve, half sleeve etc and hug tightly the body), bra and occasionally panty.

Our ornaments are ear ring, nose pin, tiarra to be worn at hair parting, neckles (Made of gold ), different bangles, anklet etc. Indian married women wear white conch bangle, red bangle, iron made bangle in addition. Married women also wear vermilion. These reflect the marital status. We use make up like any girl of world. Let me go to the main story.

The time of the story is 1979 and I was a student of class X. I had a younger brother who was 3 yrs junior to me. My father was only earning member and my mother was housewife. We would reside in a multistoried flat of one large Indian city. We were tenant in the flat as my father would move from city to city owing to his transferable job. In front of our flat amother couple with Two daughters would stay as tenant.

That lady was also housewife. Though males of two families were not so close but females were too close. They would gossip daily for long time at noon either at our flat or their. My mother would always ask me to help her in domestic chores and I gladly did all like washing cloths, cleaning rooms, kithcen, cwashing used utensils, cooking, helping mother for draping saree and make up etc.

Consequently I never got interest for outdoor games like my younger brother. Rather I play ludo with mother, aunty of our opposite flat and the younger daughter of that flat. My younger brother would dominate me always and both parents supported him. I was always asked to remain submissive and not to talk loudly.

The elder daughter of opposite flat was totally tomboy and she never talked to me though she talked to my parents and younger brother. I would avoid the uncle and elder girl of that flat though I was very close to aunty and younger girl. Once I came home from school early as school was suspended and found my mother and aunty were gossiping at our drawing room.

My mother ordered me to serve water to aunty. I served and was returning with empty glass. Mother asked me to iron her saree kept in my room which will be required by afternoon. I nodded and left room.

As soon as I came out I heard both were laughing loudly. When aunty left I asked mother why they laughed? aunty told mother that I should have been girl and her elder daughter should have been boy. Mother also added then aunt's son could marry me. Mother laughed and asked me it would have been good as we would have one daughter and one son.

Suddenly I felt that I was a girl. I blushed and lowered my head. Mother raised my chin gently and told you need not be worried it is only joke. But I was feeling an urge to wear female dress. For next 5 days I was searching opportunity to wear saree as there was no frock or skirt blouse.

I got the opportunity. Aunty called and informed that at around 11 AM she would go for shoping and asked mother to accompany her. Mother agreed and I created an excuse to skip school. So I will get minimum 3 hrs to fulfil my long cherished desire.

As soon as mother left flat I bolted it from inside and rushed to mother's room. Collected saree, petticoat, blouse, bra and wore. It was not too bad for first time. I wore lot of bangles but could not wear anything at ear and nose. I wore mongalsutra(A special neckles to be worn by married women). Then I started make up. Took lipstick at hand and heard calling bell is ringing.

Thought it was some salesman. But I was wrong it was mother and asked to open the door. I was frozen as I could not remove all and face her. If I don't respond she may raise alarm. So I decided to face her in saree. I opened the door and stood lowering head. Mother bolted the door and asked why I have worn saree? I told I am a girl and not boy. Please accept me as your daughter.

After long discussion mother prescribed I will be girl only for her and not disclose this identity to any. I accepted. Whenever only me and mother remain at flat I become her daughter. Our bondage is better now.