Hello everyone, Welcome to my little home on the net. My name is Sunitha. I prefer to be called as Suni. I am a heterosexual MTF cross dresser from India.

I do cross dressing just for fun in the privacy of my own home. I had this passion for feminine clothes right from my childhood. I started off with my sister's panties when I was in school and I felt very good. When I was in high school I fall in love with my mother's silk petticot(underskirt), which she seldom used. So I kept it as my property as the chances of her looking for it was very less. I used to wear it underneath my lungi and walk around the house(usually at night) without anybody knowing about it. The feeling of the silk brushing against my thighs and legs while walking turned me on. When nobody is around I used to walk with the lungi raised a little bit so that the lace at the hem of the skirt is visible. That mere sight also gave me a tremendous erection.

When I started going to college, one day I gathered the courage to wear my sister's nighy with my favourite silk underskirt and came out to my mother and sister. They both were laughing at me. Although I was nervous, I felt good at the comments they made. They said I look pretty. After that every night I used to wear different nighties of my sister and I started sleeping in them too. My father was away from home for work. That gave me the oppertunity to do these things. I couldn't imagine my father seeing me dressed in women's clothes. But my mom was little bit worried about this, as I was the only man in the house in my father's absense, and wearing women's clothes! She had this fear of someone seeing my like this. Also she was afraid that I have some serious mental problem. I convinced her that, there is nothing of that sort, I am still her son and I'll be the same in the future also. Finally she was convinced, but she never let me wear those things during the day time. One day after dinner my mom told me, if you are dressing up like a girl you have to do so some house work too. So, that night I helped her to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. That became a routine and my sister was releived of those works which was handed over to me. Believe me, I enjoyed very well working in the kitchen while dressed.

Then in the night when everyone go to sleep, I continue my dress up fantasies, as the room in which my mom and sister keep their clothes is next to mine and nobody used to sleep there. I had easy access to that room and I could indulge in my fantasies any longer I wanted. I went on to try sari, salwar kammez, skirt and blouse etc. My mom's sari blouse was a perfect fit for me, as if it was made for me. Her bra too was the right size for me. Even though I came out in nighty, I never had the guts to come out wearing a sari or anything else infront of my mom and sister. The reason was, I was ashamed of them seeing me wearing a bra. So they always had the impression that I wear only nighties with an underskirt.

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