a woman who came to see her groom

My name is Rajiv. But my mother affectionately calls me Rajee.
My mother and I are the only ones in my house. My father died when I was young. Since my father was not there, my mother raised me. Men are not allowed in their workplace, so from a young age they would dress me in women's clothes and take me with them. They raised me like a girl. I grew up scared and scared like a girl.
There is another woman in my mother's workplace who lost her husband like her. They have a daughter. But that woman raised her daughter like a son. She always dresses like a boy (pants - shirt). The girl's name is Anandhi but she insists that her name be called Anand by a male name. If anyone calls her Anandhi, she gets very angry and scolds her - and if a man calls her that, she scolds him with bad words. I always call her Anandhi out of fear.
Anandhi is six years younger than me. I was studying in tenth grade, and I was sixteen at the time. She is studying in fifth grade, and she is only ten. But she calls me "Hey, here, Vaadi, Bodi" and orders me to take my beard. (I am the one who dresses up like a Bomblai and looks like a Bomblai, that's why). If you ask, she will laugh and say, "I am Ambalai, you are Bomblai." Seeing a woman dressed up as a man and talking so boldly, all the women there will be amused. I will be the one who will be ashamed and will cry like a Bomblai when I come home to my mother.
Mom said, don't worry, when you grow up, I will marry her (she will be a good, brave, educated woman anyway), and she will treat you like a good husband, and you will be a submissive, submissive, and submissive slave girl. Even Mom would make fun of me and laugh at me like this. Hearing that, I would run away in shame. Mom's laughter would be heard clearly in my ears.
The next year, they moved to another city. We also moved to another city the same year, and now I don't go with Mom as a girl. I have started going to college wearing boys' clothes. But at home, I occasionally dress up in girls' clothes in front of Mom. But I still look like a girl, I don't have the courage of a man. Mom knows this very well. Many years have passed, and I have now completed my college studies and am working. Just like Mom said, they have started seeing me as a good, brave girl. One day my mother said, a girl and her mother are coming to see you as a groom today, dress up well and be ready.
I had heard that usually a man goes to see a girl, I thought this was new. I asked my mother, and she said, you have grown up like a girl, if you look at it logically, I should bring another woman as a groom. I am in a big dilemma, good job, they have agreed to bring their woman to see you as a groom. They laughed and said that is the arrangement. It also suited me.
I got over my shyness and asked, what should I wear today, should I wear a skirt like a princess or a vest like a man? To that, the mother said, "First tie your vest and let the girl see you. Then, if she likes it, take off your vest and tie your sari, or if she likes it, even stand as a bride," and she winked and laughed sarcastically.

It was only when they came to see me as a groom that I realized that the woman who had come to see me was none other than the same Anandhi I had seen when I was a child. My mother already knew that. My mother had talked to Anandhi and her mother about me.
When they arrived, I went inside and hid in the bedroom, just to watch me through the window, just to enjoy the sight of a woman. I had usually seen in movies how women would hide and watch the groom coming to see them, but here it was going to be the opposite. That was the difference. I heard the sound of a car coming, they had arrived, and my mother went to the door and brought them in. Anandhi was very beautiful to look at, but as usual in a man's dress, majestically. The sight of her breasts peeking out from under her shirt did something to me. She had taken off her shirt by two inches. So her cleavage was clearly visible. My cock was lifted inside, and for the first time I felt like a man.
Her well-rounded breasts looked like ripe mangoes. I felt like I had to keep looking. I often attend women's gatherings with my mother, dressed in women's clothing, but since my mother is always there, and there are mostly aunties, I have never seen such a beautiful young woman in such a state. It has been many years since I went to a women's gathering, and since I studied in a boys' college, I have never had the opportunity to see women. And that too, I have never seen a beautiful young woman so close.
Anandi came in and sat cross-legged on the sofa in the hall. What a majestic figure. I immediately thought I would go and fall at her feet. It didn't take long to do a good job. Anandi smiled and told my mother, "Call your son who is going to be my bridegroom." Immediately, my mother also came to the room where I was and took me.
I also entered the hall with my coffee and dessert tray in my hand, bowing my head shyly like a girl, followed by my mother. I took it straight away and placed it on the teapot next to the sofa where Anandi was sitting, and with folded hands, I fell prostrate at Anandi's feet.
I was 6 years older than Anandi, a man, and in the eyes of others, she was going to be her husband. But I fell at her feet without anyone telling me.
Seeing that, she and her mother laughed mockingly. My mother also laughed along with them. I didn't want to get up unless they told me to. I just lay there. Anandi was enjoying me falling at her feet. She also waited for a while, not knowing that I had woken up. She immediately understood, and after a while, she gently touched me on my feet and lifted me up, but she did not let me get up completely, and kept me kneeling.
Then she said, one thing is clear from this, you are a virgin boy, you have never been to any woman before. I said yes, I was brought up with great discipline, not my father, but my mother, they brought me up carefully. My mother was very worried about me because I had a timid nature and had grown up like a bombshell. That is why, I said, they believed that if I was a well-educated and courageous woman of this time and got married, she would come and take good care of me.
Hearing that, she said with a gentle smile, don't worry, I will take good care of you, but you have to listen to what I say, will you do it? I said, from today I will listen to your words and act, I will do whatever you tell me to do, I said, will you take good care of me? She said with a smile, "That's what I'm watching closely - the bravery that falls at your feet." I bowed my head in shame. She said, "If you want to marry me, there's one condition, you have to be my bride and I have to be your bridegroom." She asked if you would agree to that. I nodded eagerly and said, "Okay."

As a sign of agreeing to this, she said, "Now you should take off your vest and shirt, go and wear a sari like a bombshell and come back to my feet." I was the one who really liked wearing saris and women's clothes. I had been kneeling in front of her until then, and immediately touched her leg once again and bowed down, and got up. Right there in front of everyone, I took off my vest and shirt and stood in just my jatti, Anandhi couldn't hold back her laughter.

Andy, you took it off right here, you have to go to the room to change, she said. I said, you just told me to take off my vest and shirt and go and wear a sari, that's why I took off my vest and shirt. When I called her to go and buy it, she immediately took off her vest and shirt and stood in her jatti, she liked it a lot. She said with a smile, okay okay, Raji, don't take off your jatti here in front of everyone, just in front of me, take it off in a private room so that only I can see it, and winked.

I used to wear a vest and shirt in the Amblai Trace, but now when I was naked with just Amblai jatti, I really liked the way she called me Raji and called me Raji with a petticoat and a T. That's why my pussy started throbbing even more. By then her mother said, Anand Baruda, your Amblai Pondati's pussy is throbbing inside her jatti, if you just say "Mm", she will take off her jatti right now and fall at your feet like a goddess and laugh, saying. Hearing that, my mother and Anandhi also laughed sarcastically. I didn't know what to do, should I take off my jatti now or should I go inside and take it off and wait for Anand to come and see me? I asked innocently.

After hearing that, she said, okay, go to your room and take off your jatti and stand like an Amman, I will come, when I come, as you wish, fall at my feet as an Amman, as a bald head. After getting my blessings, you can come back to the hall with a sari tied like a bomb and come. Come and serve me for as long as you wish, she said, listening to what I have to say, lying on my feet.

I couldn't contain my happiness, I immediately ran to my room and took off the only jatti I was wearing, and stood like an Amman waiting for her to come, but she deliberately kept it short, talking to my mother and her mother about old stories for at least 15 minutes. They were talking about how she had threatened me when I was 10 years old, when I was 16 years old, while I was dressed as a girl, and how I was afraid and did everything she told me. I was standing in the doorway of the room, listening to it, and I was longing for when Anandhi would come in, look at me as an Amman, and when I would be able to fall on my feet again.

Whenever they talked about me, joked about me and laughed, my pussy would start throbbing. Not only Anandhi, but everyone there knew that I was standing in the doorway, listening to all this as an Amman. They were deliberately passing the time and teasing me. They would look towards my room from time to time, and knowing that I was standing there and listening to it, they would start talking again with a smile. I was losing my dignity. But I liked that too. Then, feeling sorry for me, saying, "Oh, my poor Ambali," Anandhi came into the room.

She slowly went inside and sat on the chair inside, crossing her legs like a queen or a mistress. As soon as she arrived, I, who had been waiting for her, fell at her feet like a goddess. I touched her feet and bowed. I touched her feet and looked into her eyes, and touched her feet and put them on my cheek. She asked, what is all this? I said, this is how I will bow to God, since you are my husband now, I called you God to me. I brought the milk and gave it to her, and as soon as she drank half of it, I took the milk from her saliva and happily sprinkled a little on her head like holy water, sprinkled a little on my pussy, and then drank it. She looked at it and said, I have heard that holy water is sprinkled on the head, this is the first time I have seen a baby sprinkled with saliva as holy water. I admire your devotion as a bride, I bless you to be my slave like today and always, she said, raising her hand. I drank her saliva and fell on her feet again. As I fell on her feet, I said, so be it, I will always be proud to be a slave at your feet like now. She sat down well and lifted her left leg and stepped on my pussy, I immediately touched her leg that was stepping on my pussy and bowed. Then I held her leg - I kept squeezing her leg until she said enough.
Then she said, don't put the ampel on anymore, buy sexy bombshell panties
, Put it on. Then, I don't know what she was thinking, she went inside the washroom and took off her panties and said, put this on. It was a web model, it was very sexy, I stared at it and put it on with awe, it didn't look like I had put it on, my pussy was hanging out and throbbing. It was very funny to watch, shame was eating me up. She was watching and laughing. I was standing there with my face covered like a bomb, and she was still laughing and saying, you are standing there with your face covered instead of covering what needs to be covered. I said, my pussy is your property now, you should give me permission to cover it. I really like this humility of yours, she said and got ready to go out.

Like this, about 10 minutes passed, her mother started calling. Enough, keep the rest for after the wedding, come to the hall, she left and said to my mother, Aunty, go inside and dress your boy in a nice dress and bring it. My mother came in and laughed at me standing there with my pussy pulsating in my panties. She said, "Hey, aren't you ashamed to be naked in front of me like this?" I immediately covered my pussy with my hand. Then they dressed me in a skirt, bra, jacket, and silk saree and turned me into a beautiful woman and took me to the hall. As soon as I left, I fell at Anandi's feet again like a girl falls at a man's feet. Then I knelt at her feet and bowed down to her feet, touched her feet, and started squeezing them. Seeing that, her mother asked her, "What, have you caught the girl, are you getting married?" She has now grown up with a terrible obsession with domination. She wants a cowardly slave like me to come as a husband, not an ordinary husband, but a potachi husband. Only then can she control him as she pleases. I agree to marry her, but the decision is in my hands, her choice is important, I prayed to God not to let her reject me.

She said that I need to talk to him a little more alone before she tells me my decision. She took me to that private room, saying, "Wada." I followed her, a little scared of what she was going to ask. When I entered the room, she closed the door and looked at me, who was still in a saree, and said, "Hey, Pottachi, stand there like an amman, ambling around." I immediately threw everything away and fell at her feet, my penis throbbing, throbbing, and bald. She looked at me and said, "Looking at the way you're behaving, this isn't the first time. You've already had the experience of standing like an amman in front of many other women like me," she said in a slightly teasing voice.

I also said, a little scared, "Yes, I've been like an amman to two women before this." Hearing that, she said, "Tell me about those incidents in detail."

Now I'm 30 years old and Anandhi is 24 years old.

When I first met Anandhi, I was 16 and she was 10. The next year, after she moved to another town, we also moved to another place, didn't we? Eight years later, when I was 24, the first incident happened.

I had finished college and was looking for a job. I hadn't found one yet. One day, my mother received a call from the neighboring town. It was a big order. I was a shy girl and couldn't be alone. So, as usual, I dressed up as a woman and went with my mother. Only after I went there did I realize that they wouldn't let such a big woman work at her workplace. There was no other option, so they decided to leave me at my mother's friend Vasantha aunt's house. Vasantha aunt has a girl named Vinitha. My mother left me at Vasantha aunt's house. Vasantha aunt went to work with my mother. I stayed with Vinitha. While leaving, my mother asked Vinitha to take care of me and left. She said, "Okay Aunty, don't worry, come on, I will take care of your girl safely." My mother winked at me and left. It seemed to me that way.

I am now a 24-year-old boy. Vinitha was an 18-year-old girl, she looked very beautiful, wearing jeans, a tight T-shirt and a man's dress, she was majestic. She had tied her T-shirt under her chest, so her beautiful navel and white waist were all visible, it did something to me. My dick lifted inside. For the first time. I felt like a man in a woman's dress.

As soon as Mom and Aunty left, she left for a while to take a bath. After taking a bath, she tied a towel over her chest in front of me. She just tried to untie it. I shouted, don't untie it. She looked at me and asked why you shouted. I said that I was ashamed. A woman asked why she was ashamed to change clothes in front of another woman. She said that I am not a man because I wear men's clothes, I am also a woman. I could not hide the truth any more. I told her that I am a boy wearing a blouse.

She looked at me intently and said, she could not believe that you are a boy. I immediately took off the top of my blouse. I also took off the bra that was inside and took it out. I took off the hair that I had on my head, now I started to look a little like a man to her. She said, why are you dressing like a doll? She also said, why have you been deceiving women like this for so long. I said, only you can dress like a doll, I can't dress like a doll. That's all, she got angry.

You can dress like a doll, but you can't pretend to be a doll and deceive. You have been deceiving everyone by pretending to be a doll until now. She shouted that I am going to give you the right punishment for this. I was very scared, I asked with trembling, what are you going to do, I started calling her respectfully without knowing her. She understood my fear. She looked at me mockingly and smiled, then said as if giving an order, Amblai boy, what is this, put on a bomblai dress, take off all my clothes. In my fear, without thinking for a minute, I took off all my clothes as soon as she said it and stood in front of a woman for the first time as a goddess.

In shame, I was standing with my hand covering my pussy, when she slapped me on the cheek. My hands automatically went to caress my cheek. My cheek ached under the blow she gave me, so I started crying like a baby. As my hand went to my cheek, my pussy was well visible to her. She enjoyed watching me standing like a baby, and she understood what kind of man I was. She said jokingly as she looked at me like a baby. What a surprise, inside the baby dress, your pussy is throbbing and is getting close. Oh, that's why, your mother dressed you like a baby.

That's when I felt a sensation - I was standing in front of a woman younger than me, like a baby. I tried to cover my pussy with my hand again. She understood it and immediately slapped my hands. Then she grabbed my head and squeezed it and made me fall down. She ordered me to kneel down. I had no choice but to kneel in front of her. She raised her hand above her head and said, "Kumbidu." I did the same. She understood very well that I was now a good Amman Kundi Amblai doll for her to play with.

She said, "You little Kundi, it will be at least 6 hours before your mother and my mother come, until then you have to be like Amman in front of me like this, you have to listen to everything I say, do it, understand." I nodded my head saying, "Okay, okay." She couldn't hold back her laughter. She pulled a chair and sat on it. She crossed her legs and pressed that leg on my pussy. She ordered me to touch her leg and bow. I also touched her leg gently and bowed. She said, "Kumbidu, bow down." I also fell at her feet and bowed down.

Then I saw her getting up, she threatened me saying, "Don't get up without my permission, kneel down and stand." I was still kneeling and raising my hand up and bowing. By then my chick had started to lift even more. She saw it. She placed her foot on the chick and said, "Kneel again." I also started to fall down and bow. My head was lying on her feet.

She enjoyed doing me like a goddess all day long. I soaked her clothes and folded the soaked clothes. She made me drink the spit coffee she gave me like holy water. I also sprinkled her spit coffee on my head like water and drank it in my hand.

She asked me to take my dirty rag and wipe her sandals. I was still kneeling like a goddess, and she laughed and laughed, and wiped her sandals with my dirty rag. She immediately took the sandal and said, "Put it on your head." I too touched her sandals with reverence and bowed down and held them above my head. Then, holding them in my hand, I knelt down and walked around her three times like an Amman, and she asked me to sing the Sharanam loudly while walking around. I also sang the Sharanam and praised her like a woman worshipping a god.

That afternoon, I served her food like an Amman, and after she had eaten, I ate the leftover food that she had left in her spit plate. Then, when she went to sleep in the afternoon, I held her legs until she fell asleep. Even after she fell asleep, I fell asleep at her feet like an Amman. She got up and kicked me awake with her foot. I immediately fell at her feet and apologized. She asked me to bow down. I bowed down to her as an Amman - ten times, loudly asking for forgiveness and grace.

The time for my mother to return had come, and I humbly begged her to give me back my clothes, thinking that she too, oh my, may the poor thing survive, took pity on me and allowed me to wear them. I once again fell at her feet like a goddess and bowed down, took her feet and placed them on my thighs and bowed. Then I got up and thanked her for making me feel so good like a goddess and put on my clothes.

I will never forget this day, whenever I get a chance like this again, I told her that I want to be her slave. She smiled mockingly and said, I know you are worthy of it. She said that I will call you again when the time comes. I said that I will wait and fell at her feet once again. She blessed me and said that you will be like a goddess in front of the cistern like this again. I asked when that would happen. When you got married, she wished you to serve your wife like this for the rest of your life. Thinking back on that day, I feel very happy.It was. My mind started thinking, when will this happen again. I want to get married soon, a young girl should come as my wife, I should fall at her feet like an Amman, my wife should control me, I should be her slave and submissive for the whole time.
Now I am not an Amman Kundi Ambali, I have become a woman like before. The doorbell rang. Mom and Aunty had come. My mom looked at me and asked me, how was today, did Vinith take good care of me. I said, I will not forget this day, she took good care of me, Vinitha winked secretly. Only we know how she took care of me (for 6 hours like an Amman Kundi)