Feminine

The girl in the mirror part 3

Jitin was returning home from a party. He had worn a purple saree with a matching blouse and jewelry. As he reached home, Jitin rang the doorbell. Shweta opened the door and screamed when she saw Jitin in a saree.

"Jitin, how many times have I told you not to wear my sarees and jewelry? You are my husband, not my wife."

Jitin smiled and entered the house. He took off his sandals and said to Shweta, "Oh darling, I went to a friend's wedding."

Shweta was angry, but she knew her husband's habits. She knew that he loved to wear sarees and dress up like a woman.

"I don't care," Shweta said. "You shouldn't wear my clothes and jewelry without asking me."

"But I looked so pretty in this saree," Jitin said. "Don't you think?"

Shweta sighed. "Yes, you looked pretty," she said. "But I still don't like it when you wear my clothes."

"Okay, okay," Jitin said. "I'll ask you next time."

Jitin went to the bedroom to change his clothes. Shweta followed him.

"So, how was the party?" Shweta asked.

"It was fun," Jitin said. "I danced a lot and made a lot of new friends."

"I'm glad you had a good time," Shweta said.

Shweta and Jitin stood in the bedroom for a moment, looking at each other. Then, Jitin leaned in and kissed Shweta.

Jitin and Shweta were intimate. After their romance was over, Jitin said to Shweta, "Let's go out."

"Yes, let's go," Shweta said.

Then Jitin said, "But I'll wear your red one-piece short dress."

Shweta smiled and said, "Okay."

Jitin went to the bedroom closet and took out Shweta's red one-piece short dress.

went to the bedroom closet. He took out a bra, panty, and shapewear.

Jitin put on the bra first. He hooked it up and adjusted it until it fit perfectly. Then, he put on the panty. He pulled it up and made sure that it was tight around his waist and hips.

Finally, Jitin put on the shapewear. He zipped it up and tightened the straps until it was snug. The shapewear molded his body into a feminine figure.

Jitin then put on his dress. He looked in the mirror and smiled. He looked amazing.
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Come out of bed, darling. I want to do your makeup."

"What kind of makeup?" Shweta asked.

"I want to make you look like a prostitute" Jitin said.

Shweta smiled. "Okay," she said. "I'm game."

Shweta got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Jitin followed her.

Shweta sat jitin down in front of the mirror and began to work her magic. She applied heavy makeup to jitin's eyes, cheeks, and lips. She also contoured his face and highlighted his cheekbones.

When she was finished, jitin looked at himself in the mirror and gasped. he looked like a completely different person. His eyes were smoky and seductive, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were full and pouty.

"Shweta, you're an artist," jitin said.

Shweta had adjusted two large cotton balls inside Jatin's bra, making his chest look like a woman's. Now Jatin looked like a complete lady. Shweta had also prepared herself in the same way. She too had worn a short sexy blue dress and done her makeup in the same way.