Story as told by a wife of a transgender

IT IS THE BEST STORY AND HOPE EVERY WOMAN FOLLOW THIS.

I am Priya, married to *beautiful* man Kumar. We are married for 5 years and
have a wonderful child together. Ours marriage is through engagement as we
hail from orthodox Hindu families. This is the story of my loving husband
Kumar.

You might be thinking why I pitched “*beautiful*†instead of handsome in
previous paragraph while introducing my husband. Well, this story is meant
to exposit how my handsome husband became *beautiful* and beyond.

He is highly educated successful marketing person; I am a graduate
house-wife. He made very good savings and we are happily living in our own
apartment in Hyderabad. He is bright, caring and gentle person. I love
everything in him; he always treats me as a princess. However one thing
which made me restless during our early marriage days was that he was too

busy with work leaving at 7am to return back after 9pm. I was being lonely,
as a pastime learned to stitch blouses. I became expert with my inherent
interest and by trying out a few varieties for my fittings. I used to model
my work and take suggestions from him. He liked my creativity in stitching
and started encouraging me more.

One day while I was complaining about my loneliness when he is out, he
suggested I should start a business on tailoring. Though I pushed the idea
aside, it made more sense to me as I kept thinking about it. I cogitated to
begin small by working from home â€" As I stitch only ladies blouses, it
would be pretty safe and keep me engaged during daytime. I worried a bit as
none in our families ventured to business in the past. He encouraged me;
prepared some fliers for advertising and distributed in the apartment
complex.

I thought to myself, I have to present him something *unique* and special to
commence the occasion of my business. During my thinking of what to gift, I
recollected the conversation we had on first week of our marriage - He
expressed he likes color green and he likes flowers. Relishing that moment I
thought to myself, “Poor man â€" he can’t have both to wear.†â€"
Playful smile rolled over me. Then an idea stuck me, what if I stitch first
blouse which is green making tiny floral embroidery work and present him. He
can keep it as a trophy to cherish in our later years thinking of my success
in this line of business. I felt this as *unique* gift that relates to my
new business. This way my first artifact from the business goes to him as
gratitude towards him, what else could be more apt than this? The more I
thought, the more I felt this as appropriate trophy for him.

I got a parrot green blouse bit and did some embroidery with orange and
yellow floral designs. Sunday morning, after puja, I surprised him by giving
this blouse in a box saying “sir! My first delivery is for you, hope you
like it and will come again†. He didn’t understand. Once he opened the
box and saw a blouse he was shocked, surprised and got nervous. He slowly
said “I can’t wear this alone.†Surprised hearing the word
“ALONE†, thinking he might be playing along, I sheepishly inferred
“wear with a suitable matching saree then†. I never meant for real, just
wooed thinking as an intimate joke between couple. I was shocked to see
tears in his eyes & got moved by his thank you note while hugging me.

I sensed from his studying of the blouse that he would like to try it.
Without thinking much, I picked one of my green silk sarees and told him to
wear with his new blouse. He was hesitant, yet I could feel he wanted to
wear a saree deep inside his heart. So I took initiative and dressed him
with the saree, the blouse filling up the cups. I did his hair to look bit
feminine. I complemented him with bangles, ear-rings, anklets, and a
necklace. Finally with a red dot on his forehead, he looked more like a
girl. He didn’t look that bad, but it is bit funny to see him as a girl.
Even today I remember how he spent 15 minutes adjusting his pallu staring in
the mirror forgetting everything else. That’s when I realized he is not
just handsome but a beautiful man who wants to wear sarees. His sadness
showed in a subtle way upon changing to his clothes later that evening.
First time I saw in him his vulnerability towards women’s clothes.

I did a little role play while he was in saree.

I asked “Madam how is the blouse? Are your breasts comfortable in
there?â€

He immediately replied “it is great.â€

Surprised by his answer, I continued: “Madam, with a good bra, it will be
even nicer.â€

He responded in a shaking voice: “I should try then.â€

I slowly asked: “besides sarees, what other clothing do you like madam?

Without hesitation he blurted out “parikini-pavada and gagra-choli.â€

I was surprised at his answer and asked him “madam, when would you like to
wear sarees?â€

Adjusting his pallu, he said with a blush: “I feel like wearing all the
time.â€

I felt he is in Trans or under influence, yet I am getting to know this side
of him.

I in an investigative manner popped the question: “At what age have you
started wearing girly clothes?â€

He dropped his head with no answer. His face turned red like a kid who was
caught at candy store. I didn’t want to press him further.

As an attempt to ease up I asked “would you come to us for getting your
blouses’ stitched?â€

He shyly nodded his head. I thought to myself “he is definitely not in
this world!â€

For two to four months, he wore a saree once a month with that blouse.
Thinking he might be little more passable, I surprised him with long braided
wig and arranged rows of jasmine flowers. One should see the ecstasy on his
face. His love towards me multiplied; he remembered small occasion and
started surprising me by bringing new sarees for me. However, he used to
get two blouse bits for every saree he purchased. I perceived that he wants
one blouse bit stitched for him. I didn’t protest for his passion towards
me. I used to stitch for him also. Whenever, I wear one of these blouses
with a saree, he used to wear same color blouse of his and wear a saree.
Slowly he increased his wardrobe with two dozen blouses of his own and
became good at wearing sarees. He started spending more time with me during
weekdays as well which I liked most. For that I didn’t mind him being in
sarees.

He became confident and comfortable in a saree as any other traditional
woman would. I admire how he flows in his saree in style and elegance.
Though initially I used to think this is odd for a man to dress and act as a
woman and plan to stop him from doing so, I couldn’t really see the
unhappiness in him (though he immediately would oblige me by purging
women’s clothes).

With time, I got used to seeing him in sarees. Now I even ask him to wear a
saree while we are home. I don’t know why I ask him but I guess that’s
how I love my beautiful husband.

We tried to find reasons why he wants to dress as a woman; we read a lot of
material on internet; he did a deep soul search. Nothing could find us a
reason. Probably it’s the same as me not knowing why I would like to see
my husband in a saree though I never gave thought of men dressing like women
earlier in my life. Perhaps it’s the same as why I can’t answer why I
adore him though he wears more bangles than me.

I at times think perhaps this nature of him brought good qualities in him
like being sensitive, gentle, helpful and passionate. I love my saree
wearing husband for these good qualities and of-course his justification in
impersonation of a good homely woman whenever he is in saree.

Yet, reality hits me sometimes â€" I keep worrying on “what if†â€" what
if our child knows of it; what if others find out; what if he wants to
experience womanhood outside the house; what if he becomes more beautiful
than me with age. We share a cry when these thoughts flow, wishing that
society could have been more acceptable to the traits that my Kumar adopted.

My final thoughts, seeing my husband’s saga for 5 years - I think
society should be friendlier for saree wearing men. I personally wish every
man be encouraged to wear sarees. This brings men to understand women
better. Perhaps men would experience and express all the cool things that we
women do and feel. My *beautiful* husband Kumar surely changed my
perspective towards this demeanor, now I am more proud that he is man enough
to express as a woman.