Exhibition of Ayesha

 Hello guys my name is Ayesha(name changed). I am 28 years old. I lost my dad at a very early stage of my life. I was born and brought up by my mom and my elder sister. Since childhood I never had many friends. I was quite introvert and reserved. I used to go to school and come back straight home. When I was in 7th standards I saw porn movie with the only guy friend I had abhi in his home. Most of the boys used to see it and imagine having fun with the actress. I on the other side wanted to be the girl . That was when I realised that I wanted to cross dress. I kept it  a secret because I never wanted my parents to find it out.  Whenever my mom and sis would go out, I used to try their clothes. May be just a bra and panty at the initial stages and later their kurti and saree. This kept on for a few years. 

I was gradually getting the courage. I bought a personal trunk and started buying my own clothes without letting anyone know. My sister got married when I was 18 years and had joined college. With her departure it became quite easy for me to dress more mostly at night . My excitement was increasing rapidly. And then came a god gifted day. 

My mother Decided to meet my sister in her house.  It was a matter of two days.i was in no condition to waste the chance. I made an excuse of college exams and stayed in my home. She woke up the next day and went away by noon. I was all alone in my room . And was finally happy to be what I was. I quickly took a bath and shaved my self. Let me tell you that am s bit chubby type and of very fair complexion. I looked myself in a mirror. It was time to try out new clothes. I took out a white bra and black panty. Wore it. And then wore a black top and blue skirt. I applied lipstick and a little make up which I learnt from internet. Finally I looked myself in the mirror. I got turned on. Wow what a hot girl I am. I gave myself the name Ayesha.

It was over, but thrill wasn't. I decided to try something more exciting. I was waiting for night. Around 10 pm I finished my dinner. I was ready, I knew this was the time. I had a wig already. I wore it. This time I wore a black bra and a white lacy panty. Ann over that a red petticoat. Pretty clear about my intention. I took mom's red saree and a green blouse. The bra was already padded I put some fake breasts to improve my cleavage. Wrapped the saree perfectly. Wore a necklace and a pair of earrings. I was ready. My fear was increasing but so my excitement. I came out of the house, being very careful. Took quick steps and finally on the roof. And here I was wearing my mom's saree in the flat's roof. The wind blowing was so good. It was night. I was not having the fear to be caught because mostly here in our flat people sleep by 10. It was already 11.30. I was happy and suddenly I hear the clouds. Thunderstorms. And it started to rain. I was on cloud 9. What else does a cd need. A beautiful rain and getting wet in the rain wearing his mom's saree. I was literally dancing in the rain moving from here to there. But less did I know that it was just the beginning. 

This went on for sometimes, and then I realised someone was looking at me from the neighbouring window. I was shocked . I just ran to hide. I was scared as the person might recognise me. But the feeling was so exciting that I couldn't hold back. I peeped back and I saw him trying to find me out. Luckily it was a new middle aged man, who got shifted recently. I calmed down. Once again I came in front. This time we had eye contact. He smiled at me. I smiled back. I came front. I was wet. He was probably having the best view. It wa a Rainy night, he lived alone. And he was watching a woman in rain. As I told you I was chubby and my ass is quite curvy.  He was shirtless and in his boxers. We were not taking our eyes off each other. He just signalled a kiss. I felt shy, put my eyes down. And I realised he had his hands down in the pocket and indirectly  touching his tool I was shocked. Trembled in right words. And then a strong wind blew and took my Pallu out. I could see his eyes opened out and so did his mouth. And I was standing still in a wet saree without the pallu and exhibiting my curves my naval my boobs infont of a stranger but I was enjoying every moment. I started o stroke it vigorously making it visible to me. And I had lost control. I made signs like licking my lips even biting mine. Touching all my body. I could see he couldn't resist and shot all at once. I was suddenly fear struck again. Quickly ran down and changed into male clothes. I thought over it again and again the night. My mom came the next day. She informed that there is some chaos as someone wanted to know about a mid aged wife who was in the roof last night. But the guard said there is no such. I smiled and felt happy. The man had no idea that it wasn't a wife. It was me all the way.

Story credit :Ani Sengupta (Beingfaltu blog fan)

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