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?†

He immediately replied “it is great.†

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?†

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?†

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

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.