Chapter 1: The Bus Stop Incident
I was 19 years old, in my second year of college in Mumbai. It was a typical humid evening in July. I stood at the crowded Churchgate bus stop, hands resting on the metal railing, waiting for the bus home.
That’s when I felt it.
A man in loose white pajamas pressed up behind me. His hard, bare cock rubbed deliberately against the back of my hand. Every time I moved my hand, he followed. For nearly ten minutes, he secretly rubbed his leaking cock against my fingers in the middle of the crowd.
I finally pulled away when the bus came, but the memory stayed with me.
Chapter 2: The Secret Beginning
That incident awakened something deep inside me. Over the next few months, I started exploring in secret.
One weekend when my roommate was away, I bought my first saree — a simple but beautiful maroon chiffon saree with a matching blouse. In the privacy of my room, I shaved my entire body smooth, padded the blouse to create small breasts, and draped the saree for the first time.
The feeling of the soft silk against my skin was electric. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the pallu over my shoulder, the blouse hugging my chest. The small gold nose ring I had recently gotten shone on my left nostril.
I looked like a shy, feminine girl.
From then on, whenever I was alone, I dressed in sarees and blouses.
Chapter 3: The Delivery Boy
One Saturday night, I decided to order food while fully dressed.
I wore a deep navy-blue saree with a tight, low-cut black blouse that showed a hint of my padded cleavage. The pallu was draped elegantly, but my small gold nose ring was clearly visible. I looked every bit like a young woman.
When the delivery boy knocked, I opened the door slightly. He was around 24, tall and fit. His eyes widened when he saw me — especially the nose ring.
I invited him inside for water.
The moment the door closed, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hungrily. His hands roamed over my saree, squeezing my ass through the silk, then moving up to grope my padded breasts.
He made me kneel. I unzipped him and took his thick cock into my mouth, sucking eagerly while my nath chain brushed against his shaft. He groaned and held my head, fucking my mouth.
Then he bent me over the table, hiked up my saree and petticoat, pulled my panties aside, and pushed his cock into my virgin ass. I moaned loudly into the pillow as he fucked me hard, the silk of my saree rustling with every thrust. My blouse was pulled down, exposing my padded breasts which he squeezed roughly.
He came deep inside me, filling my ass with hot cum while whispering how beautiful I looked in a saree with a nose ring.
Chapter 4: The Mumbai Local Train
A few weeks later, I took my first big risk.
I boarded a crowded evening local train from Churchgate to Andheri, fully dressed as Rohini in a peach-colored saree with a tight, deep-neck blouse. The pallu was draped modestly, but my small gold nose ring was clearly visible.
The train was jam-packed. A tall man pressed behind me near the door. Within minutes, I felt his hard cock rubbing against my ass through the saree. He grew bolder, pulling the pallu aside and pressing his bare cock between my ass cheeks.
He eventually pulled my saree and petticoat up from behind, pushed my panties down, and entered me right there in the crowded train. I bit my dupatta to stay quiet as he fucked me with deep, steady strokes. His hand reached around and stroked my cock through the front of the saree.
He came inside me just before my station, leaving me leaking cum down my thighs for the rest of the journey home.
Chapter 5: The Point of No Return
After the train incident, I stopped fighting it.
I started going out more often in sarees and blouses. The small gold nose ring became my proud symbol. Every time a man noticed it and stared, I felt a rush of submissive pleasure.
I was no longer just crossdressing.
I was becoming Rohini.