s(he) finds her man


My house was not more than 250 meters away from the bus stop where I got down; but the sudden and heavy downpour caught me totally unprepared. Being one those new housing colonies there were no houses or trees where I could take shelter. By the time I reached our new house I was drenched to my skin. My younger sister Putti who opened the door started laughing at my plight. My elder sister Manju, who came out a moment later, tried hard to suppress her own laughter and scolded Putti for not getting me a towel quickly. While Putti went in giggling to get the towel, Manju smiled at me and said, “Hi Raj! Welcome to our new home”. Manju and Putti were all dressed up and ready to go for a cousin’s wedding. I was supposed to accompany them. This being the wedding season, my parents and my twin sister were out of town to attend a wedding as well. Actually I was to accompany my parents but got held up at the last moment to catch up on my project work. Just a month ago my parents and my three sisters had moved into our newly acquired home. Though I was there to help them with the shifting I bahis siteleri had to go back to my my hostel in the other part of the city, as my semester exams were about to begin. I really could not help them set up the house. Now despite my hazy vision I could see that the house had really become a nice looking home. Just then Putti came back with the towel and I tiptoed to the nearest bathroom. After taking off my trousers, shirt, vest and briefs, I wiped myself thoroughly. I shouted out to Manju, “Hey Manju! Give me something to wear. This towel is too wet”. Manju replied, “Sorry my pet! Your left over clothes are in the attic and we have not unpacked them…. Tell you what! Just wear my dry housecoat, which is hanging on the hook there. We will see what we can do after that”. I said to myself ‘what the hell’, as I passed the light orange housecoat over my head and let it slide over my dry body. As I fastened the hooks placed in the middle of the fanciful front yoke, I looked into the bathroom mirror. This was not the first time I was wearing my elder sister’s clothes. Being canlı bahis siteleri very close to each other, she too knew about my desires. But my twin and the younger sisters probably did not know about it. As I saw my image, I felt myself getting a hard-on. I picked up my sister’s panties, from the clothes kept for wash, and wore them as well. It was better than going out with a prominent tent on the front of the soft semi-transparent housecoat. I ruffled my hair once again to make sure it was dry and went out. As I entered the living room, Putti’s put her hand on her mouth to suppress her giggle. Manju smiled knowingly and said to both us,” Well looks like Rajesh went into the bathroom and Rathi has come out”. Rathi was my twin sister. Though we were not exactly alike we did share the basic family features.  “Look! What should I do now? I can try to manage with one of your jeans and T-shirt..” I said to Manju. “How can you wear jeans to a wedding…and in Manju’s jeans and shirt you will look half boy and half girl. ” Putti said. ” Unless you decide to go fully as a girl…We canlı bahis can pass you off as Rathi”, Manju was saying. Suddenly my two sisters looked at each other. Mischief was written in bold letters on their faces. They turned to me and smiled. ” So Rathi, shall we dress you up properly”, Manju asked me. I felt excited at the thought of dressing up, but was too scared to go out to a public function. That one moment of hesitation was enough. Putti held my hand and started pulling me to her room. Within the next ten minutes, I was sitting in front of a large dressing table wearing an apron. Inside the apron I was already fitted with a 36C size bra. My breasts were made of balloons filled with soft jelly. Cricket guard flattened my crotch and foam padded panties gave larger butts. Manju was working on face while Putti was cutting and polishing my nails. She had raised my eyebrows using a quick drying gel. Foundation, powder, blush, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick followed each other. Next she made me wear a linen petticoat, a silk blouse and draped a traditional silk saree on me. Putti managed to find the wig which our mom had bought once, having lost hair due to a medicine. Then both decked me in their best jewlry and completed my look by attaching threaded fresh jasmine flowers to my hair.

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