Feminine

Ab Aage kya..???

Jitin, a man in his late twenties, stood before the mirror, his heart pounding in his chest. With trembling hands, he reached behind his back, trying to fasten the bra clasp. It was a struggle, the clasp eluding his grasp.

"Need some help there?" a voice teased from behind him.

Jitin turned to face his wife, Shweta, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She stood behind him, her movements graceful as she secured the clasp with a practiced snap.

"There," she said, her voice full of amusement. "How does it feel?"

Jitin adjusted the bra cups, feeling the soft padding beneath his skin. It was an unfamiliar sensation, yet oddly comforting.

"It's strange," he admitted, a hint of shyness in his voice.

"Strange in a good way, I hope," Shweta said with a wink.

Jitin smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him. Shweta's acceptance was all he needed.

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a crop top, its fabric soft and inviting. With careful hands, he slipped it over his head, feeling a slight chill against his skin. The top was short, revealing a hint of his midriff, a feminine touch that made him feel oddly self-conscious.

"Look at you," Shweta said, her eyes sparkling with delight. "You look amazing."

Jitin looked back at his reflection, feeling a surge of confidence. The crop top accentuated his newly acquired feminine curves, and the soft fabric seemed to glow against his skin.

He reached for a skirt, its fabric flowing and airy. He slid it over his hips, the soft material brushing against his legs. The skirt was short, revealing his calves and ankles, a touch of femininity that made him feel a strange mix of excitement and apprehension.

"You're not going out like that, are you?" Shweta asked, a playful smile on her face.

Jitin shook his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He knew he wasn't ready to face the world in his new attire, not yet.

"I just wanted to try it on," he said sheepishly.

Shweta nodded, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "I know, silly. It takes time to get used to these things."

She reached out and touched his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"You'll be fine," she said. "I'll help you every step of the way."

Jitin smiled, his heart filled with gratitude for his wife's unwavering support.

Jitin followed Shweta's instructions and cautiously slipped on the skirt. It was a snug fit, hugging his curves in a way that made him feel both nervous and exhilarated. He smoothed down the fabric, ensuring it fell evenly around his legs.

Next, he turned his attention to his makeup. He opted for a simple, natural look, using light shades to enhance his features without overdoing it. A touch of red lipstick added a hint of color to his lips, completing the transformation.

To accessorize, he chose a pair of delicate gold earrings that complemented the crop top and skirt. He also added a small nose ring, a subtle touch that further accentuated his feminine appearance.

Finally, he brushed out his hair, letting it fall freely around his shoulders. With a deep breath, he surveyed his reflection in the mirror. The man he saw staring back was no longer the same. He was Jitin, but with a feminine flair that made him feel both vulnerable and empowered.