Becoming Her: A Crossdressing Story Blog

 Missed first part - read it here  A Restless Night  Karan barely slept. Every time he shifted, the bangle on his wrist clinked, a constant reminder of the absurd situation he was trapped in. His body felt different—lighter, smoother, almost weaker in some strange way. He had never cared about body hair before, but now, every time the bedsheet brushed against his skin, he noticed it.   And Sneha’s words kept ringing in his ears.   "Who said this would last only a week?" She was just teasing… right?   The Morning After And A New Rule Karan woke to the scent of coffee. He sat up, stretching and immediately felt the saree shift around him. Right. That was real. This was real.   Sneha strolled in, looking fresh and confident, holding two cups. She handed one to him with a sweet smile. “Good morning, sweetheart.”   He took it cautiously. “Morning.”   She plopped onto the bed beside him. “So, how does it feel?” ...

The Challenge That Started It All Karan prided himself on being a man of strength, control, and tradition. Masculinity, to him, meant leading, making decisions, and ensuring his wife, Sneha, followed his guidance. He wasn’t cruel—just firm. He truly believed that a man’s role was to "protect and provide ", while a woman’s role was to "support and obey ".   Their marriage had followed this pattern for years. Karan ran a successful business, a well-established firm he had built from the ground up. Sneha was technically a co-owner, but her role was symbolic. She had "ideas ", but Karan rarely considered them. She had "dreams", but they always came second to his.   Then, one evening, everything changed.   They had invited a few close friends over for dinner. The conversation had started harmlessly, drifting from work to politics and then to relationships. But then, someone brought up traditional gender roles.   “I think it’s good when a man leads the...