Indian Crossdressing Novels & Stories

But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not? I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress. One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store. When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas. Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval. And I do a little twirl. "Good, let's go."

We entered in and one of the sales girls there greeted us. I was amazed by the beauty of the shop. It was so beautiful. There is Indian wear like saree, lehenga, salwar kameez of Punjabi style to Madhubala style. So, many designer dresses of Indian styles represent our culture, and roots, that definitive mix and all. There is Western wear too with a hint of cultural backs setting unique design for customers' peripherals. I want to buy the whole boutique. My trance was broken when that girl asked me.

“I wanna see you. All of you. Clothes off.” India whipped her shirt over her head. Unhooked her satin bra and tossed it aside. He groaned. “Those pierced nipples are about the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” “Oh, trust me, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” She peeled the black denim down her legs and kicked it by the couch. A funny smile twitched the corners of her lips. Wearing just a teeny pair of dark blue panties, she raised her arms above her head, performing a whole body shimmy.

Their decision to swap cultural costumes surprised everyone, eliciting not just gasps of amazement but also lively conversations among the onlookers. When Jyoti walked into the venue, swathed in a vibrant Brazilian dress with intricate embroidery and a flowing silhouette, it was as if a piece of Brazil had been transported to India. The lively colours and dynamic patterns she sported were a testament to her adventurous spirit and appreciation for diverse cultures. Similarly, Sheela, known for her grace and sophistication, made a bold entrance in a vibrant Brazilian dress. The ensemble was a riot of colours and patterns, and it was clear that Jyoti and Sheela had embraced the adventurous spir