a woman who came to see her groom

After telling my first incident, she asked me where it happened next. I also started telling my next incident.

It must have been a few months since that first incident, when a little girl was my wife for the first time, and I haven't had another opportunity since then. Even though I started to yearn for that opportunity again, I suppressed it and went back to being a normal boy, looking for a job. I am a bit mediocre in my studies, I didn't get good marks and I failed in some subjects and only passed later. That's why I am told that I won't get a job. Since my mother goes to work, I do all the housework from home, helping my mother. I have learned all the housework from my mother's house. I clean the house, wash the clothes by hand (there is no machine), go upstairs to dry them, and when they are dry, I go back in the afternoon to collect them and fold them. He knows all the cooking, he cooks well. My mother is also very proud of her son, who is helping her without running around the town. They will say that the girl who is coming to you is a very generous person, because she will get a husband who knows how to do housework.

While this was going on, a new family moved into the house next door. One of them was an aunt and her daughter. The aunt was a little older than my mother. Her husband had died. The aunt was going to work. The girl was 18 years old. She had finished school and was going to join college. Her name was Vasuda. The mother and the daughter were very beautiful. For the first time, they came to my house to boil milk. I was alone at that time. I was at home, wearing a lungi and not wearing any clothes, folding my mother's saree and clothes. Just then the doorbell rang. No one would come at this time, thinking that some sales girl was going to come and bother me, so I opened the door. The people outside could not bear the harassment of this sales girl, I was not going to buy any goods, and not only that, there were no women at home, so I said, "Come later" and closed the door. The aunty smiled and said, "Brother, we are not here to do sales. We have just moved to the house next door. We will get to know you, we are going to boil milk, that is why we have come to call you." I immediately called Aunty to come inside to buy some saree. They both came inside. The aunty was wearing a sari. The girl was wearing jeans and a shirt, like a handsome boy. There was a dignity in her gait and appearance.

The aunty asked if her mother was at home. I said yes, aunty, mother has gone to work and will come in the evening. They both came and sat on the sofa in the hall. Vasuda was sitting cross-legged and sitting majestically. Aunty then said, "Can I have some water?" I went and brought two glasses of water. After buying it and drinking it, aunty asked about me. I told her my name and education. Since I wasn't wearing anything else, I pulled a piece of cloth from the side and put it on. Then the girl laughed, "Thank you." I immediately bent down and saw that I had taken my mother's skirt instead of a towel. I felt very embarrassed. I put the skirt back down and stood with my hands tied. I always wear a lungi with colorful flowers. It looks like a women's skirt. Since it's just my mother and I at home, my mother and I both buy Santoor turmeric soap. Because I wash my body with such turmeric soap, I don't have much hair on my body, I look smooth and girlish. My chest is also a little well-developed. As I stood in front of them with my hands tied, my chest rises well and looks like a woman's chest. I am speaking in front of them like a little boy answering politely before a teacher. Vasuda was looking at me with a narrowed eye, smiling with her mouth closed, as if to say that when she entered the house, there were no women in the house - that's why you are there. Then that aunt called my mother and told her to come to their house in the evening to make milk and left. When aunty went ahead, Vasuda, who was walking behind, came to me who was standing near the door, grabbed my chest, pinched it gently, winked, smiled softly and said, "Let's see you later in the evening" and left. I was shocked and went to sleep.

That evening, when my mother came, I told her about the new family in the house. They also said that we would go and see the baby and then leave. I said, why am I here, mother, you just go and come. To that, my mother said, you are also new here. They might need some help. I had no other choice but to go with my mother. As soon as I went there and knocked on the door, Vasuda came and opened it. She was still in the same pants. She called my mother saying, "Wanko aunty," and when my mother went inside, she looked at me and said, "Come in," smiling with her eyes wide open. By then, my mother had gone inside, so I asked her, "Why did you do that to me?" She asked, "What did you do?" I said, blushing, "You are holding my chest and pinching me, calling me by the name of D." Why do you look like a girl when you see me? I said, "I am a boy, understand." Saying that, you are a big girl, when I first saw you in the afternoon, it was okay, now it's okay, I didn't feel that way, she said smiling. Then she said, we can talk about this later, you are the first one here, mom is calling and she went inside quickly. I hesitantly went inside.

Inside, aunty is boiling milk. Then they sat on the sofa in the hall and both of them started talking, getting to know each other. She also went and sat next to her mother. Then aunty looked at Vasuda and said that milk has been boiled, take it and give it to everyone. When she went inside, she looked at me and said, you come too. My mother also said that I was talking to this aunty, you go and help her. I also followed her with no other option. When she entered the kitchen, she put milk glasses on a plate and gave it to me and said, take it and give it to me. I glare at her angrily, take the plate and come to the hall and give milk to my mother. She also comes and sits next to my mother, and I give her milk too. It was like a woman giving milk to a girl who has come to see her.

She gets up after buying the milk and goes to her room. She looks at me as she goes and gestures to come. When I go to see my mother, they tell her to go and help her. Everything in a new house is as it was, they said to help her arrange it. With no other option, I also went to her room and said, "Let's tidy up the room" and started tidying her room. As I saw, she had only a pair of loose-fitting dresses like pants, shirts and bermudas. She had very few women's dresses. She took out a pair of bras and panties and put them on. Even though I had folded my mother's clothes so far, I was a bit shy when I touched a woman's underwear. With that shyness, I bought it myself, folded it properly and arranged it in a set. Then I came home that night. I was thinking about her all night.

The next morning, before my mother went to work, she said, "Hey, my aunt is going to work over there from today." That girl Vasuda hasn't started college yet, she's on vacation for a few weeks. You should help her and leave. After a while, my aunt came and left Vasuda at my house and said, "Don't worry about it." She came and sat cross-legged on the sofa at my house. I said, "I'm bored, if you want, I can read some books at our house." She asked what book. At our house, my mother only has books like Mangaiyar Malar and Aval Vikatan. I took it and gave it to her. She looked at it and said, "Who would read all this?" I immediately said, "Why is it a good book? It has many good things in it, I have read it myself." She immediately laughed and said, "You might find all this useful, but I don't like any of this," a little sarcastically. Then she started watching TV. She was watching movies, songs, sports channels.

I came back from work and it was getting close to ten o'clock, and I said, "Let's go." She laughed and said, "Why are you watching all these serials?" I said, "I started watching because I wanted to have fun, but now I can't stop." She said, "You watch all the bombshell serials, read bombshell books." Then I saw that you put bombshells in the bathroom and put sandoor turmeric soap on them. You have no hair on your body, your chest is much bigger than mine. But if you put on a T and call me, I get angry. She said, "It would be better if you put on a bra for the growth of your chest." I glared at her angrily, and she came to my side and said, "Come to my house, I will give you my underwear that you folded last night, put it on and give me my She cries. I stand there without answering, she grabs my hand and drags me to her house. I follow her lead like a puppy she is raising.

When I entered her house today, I saw a Royal Enfield bike in good light. I asked who it belonged to. She said, "I will ride it." I was just surprised. I wouldn't ride such a big bike myself, why should I tell the truth? She doesn't know how to ride. She is a small girl, six years younger than me, will she ride this bike at all? She said, my mother raised me like a big boy. When I grow up, she told me to be a big police officer. That's why I wear a big bike, do all kinds of physical exercises, and ride a bike, she said. She took my hand and led me, and just squeezed my hand. I shouted, "Mom," she had such strength in her hand. She asked if my back hurt. I immediately said, "I'm fine." I felt a sense of fear for her.

When I entered, she closed the door, took me to her room, and asked me to take off my shirt. I took off my shirt and panty and stood there, covering my chest with my hands. She took out one of her bras and gave it to me. I put on her bra while feeling shy. Although I had worn bras many times before, I couldn't deny that I felt a kind of excitement when I put on a young woman's bra for the first time.

The lungi tied at the bottom was like a skirt. She smiled at me, standing like a doll with a bra on top. She started decorating my mustache-less face with a dot and lipstick, put on a bracelet on my hand and anklets, put some flowers on my head and earrings in my ears. She put on a necklace around my neck. When I looked in the mirror, I looked like a beautiful woman. She brought out the femininity in me, in a day that she saw me.

Now she asks, "Andy, do you understand now why I called you by the name of T?" I also slowly bow my head and stand like a doll. She says, I have seen you as a doll now, but I want to see your full body, your pussy, take off your dress and everything, she said with a bit of authority. Thinking that my wish that I had for so long was about to come true, I was happy inside and pretending to be shy on the outside, and as she asked, I took off my lungi and jatti and stood there. She looked at my pussy and said, it doesn't matter, even though you look like a slut, inside you are a perfect pussy, not a pussy, your pussy is a good dick, long, like a perfect pussy. You can satisfy any girl in bed. She said, marry a girl like me who understands you well and has you. I slowly said, why should I look at another woman, I want to marry you who has seen me completely, I want to marry you and marry me, I will fall shamelessly at the feet of a girl six years younger than me, Amman. She laughed. Why did you fall at my feet like this? She said, get up. Let's see, she said, after I study and join a job, I will decide to marry you. I told her that I will wait for that.

Then I put on the skirt and scarf that she gave me that day and cooked on the stove. She ate and said it was very tasty. After she ate, I ate from the plate she had eaten, she laughed at that. She said, "Are you getting used to all this now, my future daughter-in-law?" Then I said, "It's evening and my mother and aunt will come." I said, "Make it like an amla again." Don't be afraid, I will take care of you, you stay like this, she said. With the courage she gave me, I stayed in the Bombilai dress that day. In the evening, they were stunned when they saw my aunt. But she managed it well. She made me understand. In a short time, they also understood me and accepted me as a Bombilai girl.
After that, for a week before she went to college, she made me wear a Bombilai dress every day and played with me. On the Bombilai dress upstairs, one day with just a bra and skirt, another day with just a skirt, she tied it above her chest like a Bombilai dress - put it on like this and made me fuck her, and there she would wash her clothes - especially her bra and panties by hand and have fun. She would order me to wash them properly while laughing. My aunt would laugh at everything. Andy and Raji would make fun of me by saying that they washed mine too.

She said, "This pottachi Raji won't wash all your clothes, she will only wash this amber dress that is going to be her husband's, what's wrong with me, my future darling, she would call me a T in front of them and make fun of me. I would get embarrassed and cover my face. Both of them would laugh together. In the morning, I would put on a nighty and do kolam for both houses like a girl. She drank her coffee.
She would watch me as if she were supervising my kolam, wearing short Bermuda shorts and a bunion, like a big boy.

Similarly, in the evening, she would take me to a nearby ground, saying that she would teach me to ride her Royal Enfield bike. While she was leaving, she would make me sit behind her bike with my legs on the side like a pom-pom and take me there. Everyone there would laugh at a girl riding her bike majestically on a big track and a big boy sitting behind her with his legs on the side like a pom-pom (should I make her wear a flowery lungi, it looks like a pom-pom skirt, should I wear a flowery pom-pom shirt?). She would yell at everyone there, saying, "What, ride properly?" I sometimes cry, saying that I don't want to ride a bike. She immediately says, "Look, I cry like a bombshell."
She always calls me da, She too is gone, my happiness has vanished in a few months. I too have somehow completed my studies and joined the job. I heard that Vasuda has studied well and joined the police department as she wanted, and now it seems that she has no chance of becoming my husband.

When I entered her house today, I saw a Royal Enfield bike in good light. I asked who it belonged to. She said, "I will ride it." I was just surprised. I wouldn't ride such a big bike myself, why should I tell the truth? She doesn't know how to ride. She is a small girl, six years younger than me, will she ride this bike at all? She said, my mother raised me like a big boy. When I grow up, she told me to be a big police officer. That's why I wear a big bike, do all kinds of physical exercises, and ride a bike, she said. She took my hand and led me, and just squeezed my hand. I shouted, "Mom," she had such strength in her hand. She asked if my back hurt. I immediately said, "I'm fine." I felt a sense of fear for her.

When I entered, she closed the door, took me to her room, and asked me to take off my shirt. I took off my shirt and panty and stood there, covering my chest with my hands. She took out one of her bras and gave it to me. I put on her bra while feeling shy. Although I had worn bras many times before, I couldn't deny that I felt a kind of excitement when I put on a young woman's bra for the first time.

The lungi tied at the bottom was like a skirt. She smiled at me, standing like a doll with a bra on top. She started decorating my mustache-less face with a dot and lipstick, put on a bracelet on my hand and anklets, put some flowers on my head and earrings in my ears. She put on a necklace around my neck. When I looked in the mirror, I looked like a beautiful woman. She brought out the femininity in me, in a day that she saw me.

Now she asks, "Andy, do you understand now why I called you by the name of T?" I also slowly bow my head and stand like a doll. She says, I have seen you as a doll now, but I want to see your full body, your pussy, take off your dress and everything, she said with a bit of authority. Thinking that my wish that I had for so long was about to come true, I was happy inside and pretending to be shy on the outside, and as she asked, I took off my lungi and jatti and stood there. She looked at my pussy and said, it doesn't matter, even though you look like a slut, inside you are a perfect pussy, not a pussy, your pussy is a good dick, long, like a perfect pussy. You can satisfy any girl in bed. She said, marry a girl like me who understands you well and has you. I slowly said, why should I look at another woman, I want to marry you who has seen me completely, I want to marry you and marry me, I will fall shamelessly at the feet of a girl six years younger than me, Amman. She laughed. Why did you fall at my feet like this? She said, get up. Let's see, she said, after I study and join a job, I will decide to marry you. I told her that I will wait for that.

Then I put on the skirt and scarf that she gave me that day and cooked on the stove. She ate and said it was very tasty. After she ate, I ate from the plate she had eaten, she laughed at that. She said, "Are you getting used to all this now, my future daughter-in-law?" Then I said, "It's evening and my mother and aunt will come." I said, "Make it like an amla again." Don't be afraid, I will take care of you, you stay like this, she said. With the courage she gave me, I stayed in the Bombilai dress that day. In the evening, they were stunned when they saw my aunt. But she managed it well. She made me understand. In a short time, they also understood me and accepted me as a Bombilai girl.
After that, for a week before she went to college, she made me wear a Bombilai dress every day and played with me. On the Bombilai dress upstairs, one day with just a bra and skirt, another day with just a skirt, she tied it above her chest like a Bombilai dress - put it on like this and made me fuck her, and there she would wash her clothes - especially her bra and panties by hand and have fun. She would order me to wash them properly while laughing. My aunt would laugh at everything. Andy and Raji would make fun of me by saying that they washed mine too.

She said, "This pottachi Raji won't wash all your clothes, she will only wash this amber dress that is going to be her husband's, what's wrong with me, my future darling, she would call me a T in front of them and make fun of me. I would get embarrassed and cover my face. Both of them would laugh together. In the morning, I would put on a nighty and do kolam for both houses like a girl. She drank her coffee.
She would watch me as if she were supervising my kolam, wearing short Bermuda shorts and a bunion, like a big boy.

Similarly, in the evening, she would take me to a nearby ground, saying that she would teach me to ride her Royal Enfield bike. While she was leaving, she would make me sit behind her bike with my legs on the side like a pom-pom and take me there. Everyone there would laugh at a girl riding her bike majestically on a big track and a big boy sitting behind her with his legs on the side like a pom-pom (should I make her wear a flowery lungi, it looks like a pom-pom skirt, should I wear a flowery pom-pom shirt?). She would yell at everyone there, saying, "What, ride properly?" I sometimes cry, saying that I don't want to ride a bike. She immediately says, "Look, I cry like a bombshell."

She always calls me da, She too is gone, my happiness has vanished in a few months. I too have somehow completed my studies and joined the job. I heard that Vasuda has studied well and joined the police department as she wanted, and now it seems that she has no chance of becoming my husband.

These are my past events, now I am standing in front of you, I am begging her (Anand) not to leave me and go away. She listens to all my past stories and tells me, it is a sin to see you, but I will think about my decision and tell you, now wear your clothes and return to the hall as a woman and leave. I fell at her feet once again and sent her on my way. Then they left. After leaving me for a few days, she agreed to marry me. I could not bear the happiness, thinking that I was going to get the life I wanted.

Before leaving, Anandhi was getting the details of Vinitha and Vasudha. Then Anandhi found both of them. Vinitha, as a lioness in the office, is playing the role of a lioness and is playing the role of a lioness to her two bosses (father, the big boss, son, the small boss). Vasuda is working as an SI in the police department as she wanted, and she has a senior constable who has tamed a bully bull and turned him into a dog and has a potachi husband working under her. They all came to my wedding.

I recognized Vasuda, Vinita, and their mothers who had also come. But I did not recognize the young women who had also come. Only later did I realize that they were none other than their potachi husbands. Those two potachi husbands had decorated me - as a bride. Our ambla pondattings are laughing and enjoying it. I am ashamed. I must have had a hard time controlling the throbbing of my pussy inside the pantyhose, that was a special pleasure.

She and I got married. I was in the house wearing a silk saree, and she tied a thali around my neck with her dhoti shirt. Our role reversal is known to very few people, only to those who understand us well. Others do not know that I am Ambili, she is Bombli. From the looks of it, both of us are a normal couple like everyone else - she is Ambili, I am Bombli. That is how many people in the wedding hall must have thought of me.

For the first night, those two potachi men again decorated me well and welcomed me. I also fell at the feet of Vasuda and Vinita and took their blessings.

On the first night, I put my Ambili on my lap and fell at Anandhi's feet like an amman. She made me lick her pussy for hours and suck her milk and drink it. It was very good to kneel at her feet like an amman and lick her pussy. She made me lie down and climb on top and peel the coconut well.

The next morning after the first night, on the orders of Anandhi, in front of my old mistresses, Vinita and Vasuda, everyone (mainly me) dressed up as Amblai in a dhoti shirt, then as Bombilai, and finally, with my penis throbbing, I fell at the feet of Ammanakundi Amblai and sought blessings.

Seeing that, Vinita and Vasuda's husbands also did the same as me, on the orders of their respective brides. Now, the three Amblai, falling at the feet of their respective young brides, as if they had accomplished some great feat - and it was our brides who had accomplished the feat. Our brides, mother, aunt and in-laws, and many other women were laughing at all this.

Throughout that day, we three Amblai, Motta Kundiya, Ammanakundi, and the women there were serving our virgins with our penis throbbing. We fall down and bow down at everyone's feet. They made us do whatever they wanted. I was already an amman in front of those three little girls, but that day in front of other beautiful aunts, my cock was throbbing well. It's really a shame to see the other two. Those who had only been an amman in front of their grandmother, now stand like perfect ammans in front of two more little girls and in front of the breasts of a slightly older but beautiful aunt, they feel very shy and come to the temple with a kind of embarrassment, wondering when their cock will start throbbing and vomit. It was very funny to watch for the women there. They looked at us mockingly, laughed, humiliated and enjoyed it.

Finally, that evening, they dressed our three ammans in saris, decorated them with flowers, made them look good, transformed them into handsome potachi men and took them to the temple. There, in a public place, we, the men of Pottachi, fell at the feet of Ambala Pondati and received blessings. The other women, mothers-in-law, mothers and uncles all laughed with their mouths closed. Apart from their Pondati, we also took turns at the feet of other women. We fell. They took photos and videos of everything that happened that day and shared them with each other. Our struggle became very difficult..

After this, the three of us, except for when we went to work, became full-time potachi men and women. We were not allowed to wear clothes inside the house. When we went out, we would wear saris and come as pompilai. Our in-laws and uncles would also make us slaves to Ammana Kundi. They would lick us well and have fun. Then they would climb up and take us, and we would also get a good fuck. We would all gather as a group. Then we would talk and laugh about all those stories. We would squeeze their legs and get them, Ammana would kneel down and get them, touch their legs and bow down and get them. They would take turns and do the math. Sometimes, all three of us would get stuck with a girl and we would struggle to get her. Others would watch and admire her. They would make fun of her. They would laugh. We would feel ashamed and embarrassed, and we would lie at her feet with our heads bowed.

We didn't know why we did everything our old ladies told us to do. After all, all the old ladies were much younger than us. It was surprising to us that we, being older boys, obeyed the old ladies' orders in everything. When we thought about it later, it was like a little girl like a virgin, a bald man. It is only when a man gives up everything and becomes a slave and serves a woman that his penis throbs, and he feels like a man. The innate benefit of being born a man is when he is a virgin in front of a little girl younger than him. A woman's happiness is a man's happiness. A woman transforms a dead chick into a perfect chick, lets its chick thrash, and then subdues that chick, that chick, and rules it. She is most happy in subduing a perfect chick. He also lies at her feet as a slave to the woman who subdues him. That is the real happiness for both of them.

This is what happens in every home after marriage. A man marries a woman younger than him and then lives as a slave at her feet for the rest of his life. Younger women subdue and rule older men. This is the real truth.

All the bravery of men ends in losing to a woman younger than him, who becomes his wife, and falling at her feet. Women always laugh when they see a big cock throbbing with a cock, she imprisons that cock in her pussy, makes it cry, defeats it, and makes it come out hanging. He also tries to conquer her all his life by suppressing all his pride, but every time he loses, and women laugh and enjoy it.

Even now, in places like our office, we still roam around like lions. But once we come inside the house, we walk like mice. That's what they like very much. We put our cocks, which are about eight inches long, in a tight spot, and satisfy them like perfect cocks in bed. They also enjoy all that, and then they control us like that.

In this life that goes on like that, Anandhi treats me very kindly. My Potachi Purushan life is going well now with my beloved Amblai Pondati. I am Raji, she is Anand.