Tanvi Born to be a Husband

My Family understood and applied for my MD in one women’s medical college at center of the city. They suggested me to opt for gynecology instead of heart specialist. By Their influence we got all certificates denoting me as female and I got into the college to. I was in gynecology block. It was the department which has high no of girls. Nearly 85 girls in my class, My SIL and sister came to admit me in hostel. Yes it was girl’s hostel. They gave me instruction to be precaution. Not to expose my body and always be ware like a girl. They stayed that night with me and left me next day.

It was my first day. I was greeted by senior girls. My voice was not the problem. It was female was bit husky were many girls will have it. So I mingled with them. I was racked by girls to say love like a boy to my senior girl. I did it in usual way as soon as they said. They liked me and become friendly.

First day just intro of professors, not much syllabus covered. Evening I returned to my room there was a girl. But looked like Amazon women. She stood nearly 6’1 feet tall, Very beautiful eyes and fair looking girl. Amazing hourglass figure, she must be tall in college definitely. She was slight build with long curly hair but shorter than mine. She was exposed with chemise I felt erection. Her breast was definitely 36D and she got long sexy legs.

She greeted me in her room and introduced herself as Tanvi. She was Punjabi. She said she is my room met. I enquired about the department she replied gynecology. Yes my department. I felt very uncomfortable. We got two separate beds though it was very close. We talked about us. I told my story except I was male. She felt pitied on me and jumped me to my bed to console me. I expected this but no so soon. She was a good girl and started to take care of me from that moment as I have no father. One day she confessed she was bi. She rarely attracted to some women. But she smiled and said she was attracted to me too. I just looked puzzled and don’t know what to say I just ignored.

I started to share all my things soon we became so friendly soon. After a week she asked me to sleep in slip-on like her being it was summer it was only girls here. I refused and she was playfully trying to remove my tops I scared and protested. By the moment she was strong and teared my shirt apart she still dint get because of my padded bra. But after a while she found who I am. She stood in shock and almost in anger to hit me. On seeing it I started to cry uncontrollably. She suddenly realized and soothed me up. Then she took me to upstairs of hostel and asked me what’z all this. I confessed everything. I said by morning I’ll vacate my room and go and not to make this and issue. It would hurt me. But she was very understandable and hugged me. I was just to her bosom. She was well-built, tall and stronger than me. I felt very safe with her.

But that night I kept thinking it was no good any more to be here and early morning I left hostel when she was sleeping. I came to home and cried to my mom and SIL. They consoled me. I stayed in home and started helping mom like before.

After three days I heard my doorbell rang and went to see. It was Tanvi. I was shocked. I started to cry she came to me for hug. Mom saw me and asked her who was she. I said she was Tanvi. Soon she explained things and asked me to come to college. She compelled me and she insisted you got no way than this she said. Mom and Tanvi had a long talk they became close. And she promised mom she’ll take care of me. Mom was very much relived and I asked Tanvi to stay at my home tonight with me morning we can go. She agreed. That evening we went to near temple all with silk saree. Tanvi and I was attraction of crowds. She was very jovial with my family. I cooked for her that day leaving SIL and Mom to talk to her and my sister helped me in cooking. By early morning we started to college by train. Tanvi always opted to wear jean and t-shirt. I wore salwar made my hair high ponytail. With studs and necklace set. With 3 inch pointed heel to match Tanvi. Though I was below her shoulder only, I have my handbag and luggage bag. She had only back pack so she helped me to carry luggage bag. I carried only my lady bag. We reached around 7 got little naps.

We both became best girlfriend soon. But I still hope it’ll go more than that. She started being overprotective on me. She never let me to go out even to take food from cafeteria. I would often tease her that you’ll make a perfect Indian husband behaving like this.

We started to dress exactly opposite to our gender, she is more like mannish dresses for her and feminine dresses for me every day. I have no hesitation. I started making friends lot, but Tanvi was first. All around me was only womanhood, girl talk, feminine smell suddenly a normal life of man changed into a soft flower in womanhood. I only studied about females in class too. Tanvi one day bought a scooter. We started to go out after college. We worked part-time in hospital. It was child care hospital and most of my patients were females. I understand what femininity is. But we enjoyed a lot.

Weekends I and Tanvi used to go trekking privately. We become were very close. One day it was college tradition day. All girls should wear saree and half saree. We went to shopping day before and she bought me half saree and I bought her saree. I teased her if she wore half saree everyone will be scared because of her hairy body. I wore my dress by waking up early. I wake her and asked to get ready she was lazy. After bath wrapped on towel she asked me to dress her she doesn’t know to dress in saree. I felt shock in my spine. I never dressed her. When I started her to wrap on blouse I got erection I excused her and went to bathroom. She understood what the matter is but she dint mind.

After while I managed and drape her saree, she gave me all her jewels to wear, all were north Indian and heavy. It contained a big nose ring too. She asked me why you can’t pierce your nose too. I said I will but our tradition women will pierce after marriage so it was not the time I said. She laughed and kept quiet.

Next room girls bought us flowers and Tanvi wore me heavily. I was plaited into two braids. She gave me hug. When I tried to keep flower to her she was like ladder I wore my heels and wore her. We enjoyed that day it was memorable. But I felt many erections and climax that day. Tanvi know all this. As like our life went. I was turned and started to live and think like girl, But still not attracted to men. She often visited our home. At home everybody is happy.

I enjoyed a lot with Tanvi. She was my dominant in our relationship, for no reason I obeyed her words. It was year ending we got cultural in our college. Tanvi insisted me to participate, I refused then she had a plan and asked we can dance for a song. I agreed and enjoyed that too. I was girl of the dance and she was the male. At the end of song she’ll propose me I’ll accept that then with a kiss the song will finish.

The practice was good. When Tanvi was near to me I’ll start to feel and dance like girl. She was the perfect fit for male role. On the function our song was most popular. It was last item. I wore just kumkum color Ghaghara choli which I never worn before, with chunni wrapped around my head like Punjabi bride.

Heavy bangles nearly weighed 1 kg, Heavy payals, Lots of flowers but only few exposed near my breast on both sides. She fixed a beautician for my makeup I looked dazzling. All girls in the backstage hugged me. Even my classmates kissed my continuously after my makeup finished they did henna to my hands and legs.it was wonderful. They even proposed me to marry them playfully. It was great fun with girls. The great achievement of show was I danced in high heels to match Tanvi. And everyone commented dance and my reactions are very girly and graceful.

Tanvi’s moment was very less I should keep dancing for the whole song. At end of song she was supposed to act like kissing me. But she drew me in her arms and kissed me in lips. The whole crowd was cheering and making loud noise. The lights were on us. I felt trembling. I got anger on Tanvi. How the college is going to look us here after. I just walked away by pushing her. While I ran to backstage everyone commented when is your marriage. Sumi you guys made for each other. I don’t know why I started to cry. Before ending of ceremony I ran to my hostel and fell on hostel bed. I don’t even change my dress. I started to cry uncontrollably. After half an hour Tanvi entered into the room she entered silently. She put hands on me and asked whether she was mad on me. I replied yes. What the college is going to say us. She consoled and said she never mind that. She even near came to me and said today she was fell in love with me seeing me in such beautiful dress of her tradition bride. She asked me whether I love her. I asked her the same question. Do you love me? She replied yes. I expected that but I asked her to explain the relationship clearly.

Then she started to say that she was in love with me. But she liked me as a girl, as I was soft, feminine and beautiful. I kept looking at her in eyes. She means what she was saying. She finally said she is willing to be my husband. She asked me then will you marry me, i have the thought but I was a girl and how can express my love. I was melted and said yes. She started to kiss me in lips. It was wonderful moment. She first time took me in her hand and kissed me long.

 I replied to her as a girl. It was our first night; I was dressed as bride, today yes her bride. It was wonderful lovemaking. I lay on bed like a girl, she comes over me and I spread my legs, she put herself in between my legs like a man on a woman in missionary style. Very soon my legs were wrapped around her hips and she was doing all the movement require to consummate the marriage.

After lovemaking she said me a thing which shook me. She said I was wonderful. But she likes me even more feminine. Yes she wants me to have breast to squeeze in her palms. Yes real breast, But without spoiling my male potency. I don’t know what to say. But she promised me she’ll never have a life without me. I agreed yes. All it was just the addition to my new life. I expressed my feel to my family they happily agreed to become female. Tanvi took care of it task.

She took me to her doctor friend, I‘ve undergone hormone treatment. I stated to have 36C within 4 months. I looked gorgeous with beasts. Tanvi started to buy me low neck dresses. We both successfully completed our MD. She proposed me at my last exam and I happily accepted it. My family was happy to find such a husband to me. She suggested me to own a clinic at the house. She worked as research doctor in reputed firm. Now I own a free women welfare clinic at home, am happily married to my husband Tanvi. It was a simple ceremony held in our house. Tanvi had very big family. They dint accept to marry me. But she loved me more than that. She left them and stayed with us.

I was so happy to have her. I thought to keep her happy whatever it may be. Our priest was in ceremony. I was dressed as south Indian bride in heavy silk saree with lot of jewels and flowers. Vaishali and my sister were very much happy in making over me. Tanvi was in silk dhoti and shirt. She already has stopped waxing her hairy body, so she looks quite a man in her hairy legs and arms. With her small mustache and hairy face she was looking handsome. I fall in love with her since I first saw in the hostel.

After priests hyms, she tied mangalasutra. It was the moment I never expected and I was very happy though. It was tradition to wife to touch the feet of husband. I was happy to do though but Tanvi never let me to do instead she hugged me aside. She applied kumkum. It was happiest ceremony to our family.

My awaited moment came that night. It was our Second night. My SIL, sister and Vaishali guided me to the room with milk glass. Tanvi was waiting in bed. Soon they locked the door. She fiercely kissed me in the lips I was totally surrendered to her. She lifted me effortlessly and put me in bed and she undid my dresses. She was very dominant and active than earlier because of my real breasts. She said she feel manly now and can have love with her wife. I never felt shy on kneeling before her and giving an oral pleasure which she liked most. My new breast felt very sensitive and I started to moan like a girl. I never felt that way before. It was very exotic. She was very rough in the right and had make me love for 5 times, all in the position of her having a male role fell asleep in the morning.

We had a honeymoon at Malaysia for about a month. Tanvi was so sweet and she took great care of me. But Tanvi got pregnant after a year. We moved to London so it can be easy for birth. I took care of Tanvi. It was a baby girl. I done her labor and I were gifted for it. Our daughter was so beautiful. Unfortunately I should be her aunty instead of daddy. But it was our daughter any way. We named her Simran. I planned to babysit her for at least 5 years so I just super vised my clinic and hired a couple of lady doctors.

Later Tanvi started doing heavy exercise in zym to get more in manly shape, got operation and have male stuff to suitable her personality. She looked perfect when she first shows me it.

Our family got a great man bonding now. SIL made our business very successful never let Tanvi to do any work at home. She was my first baby. She was very lovable. I had a wish to breast feed my baby. Tanvi was very happy and she medicated me.

She become my husband as suppose to be

A Man was waiting for me at a table near a window. The window opened to the sea with a majestic view of the Sindh River. I could see that my suitor was a little nervous as the captain escorted me to his table. He stood up and smiled as I approached. I guessed his height to be a little more than 5’8”.A good match for my 5’ 6” height. A husband should be taller than his wife-I think in my mind. His hair was somewhat longish. I was pleased to see that he had taken pains to shave himself that day but has big handle bar mustache. It surprised me because now days no body take pain to manage such big mustache, His skin had a nice healthy glow. He was wearing a loose fitting white shirt and with light gray comfort-fit trousers. His shiny black shoes were somewhat in army style.

The meal progressed beautifully. I smiled a lot and nodded my head very often while he did most of the talking. His voice seemed strangely familiar, but I could not place it. While we were waiting for the coffee he said," Simran, you are not what I imagined you would be." I was not sure what he meant but he continued," I expected to meet a teenager in skin tight jeans with short hair; being starry eyed about a guy from the US. You are none of these and I like you for it." I was not sure that I liked the new twist. I was certainly attracted by this well behaved man and wanted to his wife; but how could I?

About this time the waiter approached us to pour coffee into our cups. I think he was looking at me rather than at the cups and ended up by pouring coffee all over the front of my kameez. I was more embarrassed than scalded. My host came to my rescue. He scowled at the waiter, who was apologizing profusely, and told him to get the room keys from the front desk. We now had no choice but go to my suitor's room which was just across the corridor from the restaurant.

He asked me to sit in a chair in his room, while he rushed out. Within five minutes he was back with a new dress from the hotel shopping mall. When I went into the bathroom to change, I realized that he had even included a new pair of panties, guessing that mine might have become wet with coffee.

When I changed into the beautiful dress which he had bought for me, I realized that the fabric was of a fine variety. The outline of my body and my bra were visible through the dress. I knew I was looking sexy and did not mind it. I wanted to please my man waiting on the other side of the door for me. So strong were my feelings that I wanted to become his wife. But I knew he will not accept me once he knew the truth. I wanted to cry, but just managed to console myself thinking that god was with me till this moment and he might just work out things for me.

To improve my sexy looks I un-plaited my hair. The dark hair framed my lovely face, covered my back and gently brushed my buttocks. I combed it a few times to make it bouncy. I checked myself in the mirror one last time and went out to meet my man.

While I was getting dressed coffee had been served in the room. I went and sat next to Navjot on the sofa. He handed me a steaming cup of coffee and said," You look lovely and... And... Sexy." I blushed with pleasure as he continued, “The time has come to tell you a truth. I am not Navjot, but a substitute for him. He already has a fiancée in the US and was not interested in meeting you. I am here so that his father will not know about his fiancée until Navjot is ready to tell him." When I heard this, I started laughing. I told him that I too was a substitute for Simran. It was his turn to be surprised. Before he could recover I told him something which you might have guessed by now: that I am a girl with a dick.

Just as I said this, my suitor got up from the sofa, dragged me to my feet and kissed me almost violently. Between kisses I came to know the truth the man hugging me was the female crooner of our college well known for her husky masculine voice and big breasts of 40 DD. Everyone was used to get surprise when they see Harpreet with such a wonderful breast lovely figure soft curves but when she open her mouth to say something it feel that a man inside of woman body. She was also very dominating and aggressive. I usually avoid facing her. I used to masturbate a lot by imaging her big hairy body, her hairy jawline, her sideburn and big boobs.

Well here I am with her accidentally. She has dressed in man’s cloth and I am in women clothes, just bought by her. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Harpreet released me and made me sit on her lap as she admired me. Her big breast was touching on my back. She smiled happily at me with her mustache (I just realized that its fake but she have small black hair on her upper lips) She said," Dear, I like you just as you are. Have no doubts. I love being a man and I feel you are not only beautiful to look at but also like being a woman." I nodded my head as I was totally overwhelmed by these turn of events. Without being aware of moving, I found the edge of her nipples touching the back of my back, and I sank down, pulling her down on top of me. Her lips never left my mouth as her hands found the hem of my Sari pallu. We broke the kiss just for a few seconds, as she lifted the petticoat over my head.

Then she unfastened my Petticoat, and slipped it down my body as I raised my bottom to make it easy. I caught at her as she stood up, but relented and watched as she took off her vest and underwear, returning to me wearing only her moustache. Her hands explored my soft skin while her lips explored my mouth, my face, my neck, my shoulders.....

She slipped down my body and drew the panties away from my quivering cock, kissing it lightly on the tip before she engulfed it softly with her mouth. Before I lost control, I pulled at her shoulders, urging her up on top of me, and she agreed. After kissing my lips and squeezing my bra one last time, she climbed over me and captured my hardness with her wet sex.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, "I will always make love to you like this."

"And I will always be your girl," I promised. "But fuck me now, my dear, fuck me and make me come like I never came before!"

And she did just that, slowly and sweetly at first, then wildly. At the end, she was gasping and sweating much more than I was. I watched her boyish face with little hair spread over and the fake mustache of her as she fucking me aggressively, her eyes sometimes closed in concentration, sometimes open and drinking in my own pretty face and body. And when I felt my orgasm building, I urged her to make me cum, begging her to cum with me, and she did, shuddering sweetly as my spunk lubricated us. This was completeness - she and I together, loving and straining to be one. The warmth that had built in us so urgently blossomed and settled like a slow bubble around us and we swayed sleepily in each other's arms, still joined in our bodies, unable to find enough energy to do much more than look into each other's eyes and fall asleep.

While I started dreaming, she tapped me lightly on my cheeks to get my attention and said," I think we should thank our friends for discovering us. I just want to be your man and I want you to be my girl. You take my name and I take yours. Here and now I propose to you.... Harpreet! Will you be my wife?" My eyes were filled with tears and there was a chocking sensation in my throat, but I managed to whisper back," Yes, Darling."

She asked me to relax. She held my hand and we moved into the darkened bedroom again. I don’t know how much energy she has in her body.

As we settled down her hand moved to squeeze my breasts again. This time it was pure male lust in her eyes. She starts dominating me and I could feel her other hand moving between my ass cheeks. She continued to suck my lips while playing with my willing body. Her hairy body was overwhelming on my smooth texture. It felt so amazing.

Soon enough I was lying on my stomach again on the soft bed in my bra and the new panties. She was lying on my back wearing nothing. She was humping me while grasping my man-boobs with her strong hands, squeezing them and was showing her domination on me. I chided her and told her not to ruin my bra. She laughed and took them off and the panties. She leaned back and admired me as my dark hair framed my body on the white bedspread. Then she start sucking my nipples like a baby hard and full, as I passed my hand over her muscular hairy legs and found the tiny dick between her legs (Clit). As both of us were aroused, Harpreet moved her legs between my legs, moved on top of me aimed her clit dick in my ass hole and got penetration there and started fucking me. Within minutes I reached my orgasm as she reached her climax.

So now you like me –She asked with shining her fake mustache. “I like the real one”-I said

“Ok- No problem, as you know I am quite hairy on my upper lips, I can grow within a month my own but then you have to be woman full time?” –she grinned……

No way!! it’s better to be in bedroom only I said and hugged her