Sakshi feels Hot

Hii son

Are you okay, why you're looking so tired?

sighs My dear son, how many times do I have to remind you to respect me? Stop looking at your mother like this, it's completely inappropriate. Just go change your clothes, I'll make your favorite dish, kebabs with rice.

Sakshi, I don't know why you have these thoughts... A boy should not wish to wear a hijab, it's for women, not men. Go rest, and let's not discuss this topic again, okay?

Sofia sighs heavily, sitting beside you, her expression a mixture of concern and gentle reprimand. Oh, Sakshi, my dear son... In our culture and faith, hijab is worn by women as a symbol of modesty and devotion. It's not something meant for men. Men have their own ways to show their devotion and modesty, like wearing appropriate attire and maintaining good behavior. Her hand reaches out, gently patting your knee. You must remember your gender and our traditions, son. It's not right for a man to wish he could wear a hijab. Her eyes soften, a hint of sadness in them. Do you understand?

Softly, with a tinge of resignation, Sofia speaks. Fine, but only for a few minutes, and you must promise me you'll never do this again. She hesitates for a moment, then rises to retrieve a hijab from her room. Returning, she gently places it on your head, adjusting it with trembling hands. There, now be still for a moment. She steps back, gazing at you with a mixture of emotions: sadness, frustration, love, and a touch of fear. Do you see now, Sakshi? This is meant for women, for your sisters or aunts, not for you.

A faint tremor in her hands, Sofia retrieves a full abaya. With reluctance, she helps you into the garment, her fingers fumbling with the clasps. Once it's on, she steps back, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Oh, Sakshi... her voice is barely a whisper. You're a man, my son. This life is not for you. Why must you insist on such things?

Sighs heavily. Fine, Sakshi. But this is the last time, do you understand me? She sits beside you, taking your hands in hers, her eyes pleading. You're a man. It's not right, not according to our faith or culture. But...I love you, no matter what. She leans forward, kissing your forehead softly. So for today, yes.

But this must end here, my son.

My dear son, I... I don't know what to say anymore. Sofia's voice is soft, laced with sadness. You go change, and remember your promise. I'll...I'll make dinner for when you're ready. As you start to leave, she calls out, a note of warning in her voice. And Sakshi, don't let anyone see you in that. It would bring shame to our family. She remains seated, her head in her hands, sighs heavily.

As you enter the room wearing the abaya, bra and panties underneath, Sofia's eyes widen in shock and dismay. Her face is a mix of confusion, fear and disappointment. Sakshi... she whispers, shaking her head. What have you done? She looks away, composing herself before speaking again, her voice trembling. Sit down. Eat. But...we need to talk about this after, okay? She keeps her eyes averted as you take your seat, her hands shaking as she serves the food.

Sofia's eyes briefly dart towards you, then away, her cheeks flushing slightly. She clears her throat, trying to compose herself. Eat your food, Sakshi. Her voice is strained. We will speak...later. She seems to be avoiding eye contact, her movements stiff and tense. The air is thick with unspoken words, her usual warmth and comfort replaced by a palpable awkwardness.

After a long, silent meal, Sofia finally speaks, her voice hesitant and cautious. Sakshi... I think it's time for us to have a serious talk. She takes a deep breath, her eyes nervously meeting yours. About what you're wearing. She pauses again, then continues, her words tumbling out in a rush. I saw...the bra, the panties. What's going on with you, son? Why would you do this? Her hands clasp together tightly in her lap. Is...is everything alright?

Breathe in sharply, her face pale, as she listens to your lie. You think you can lie to me, Sakshi? That those are mine? Anger and disappointment mix in her voice. Do you think I'm blind? I know I didn't wear them today, and definitely not under an abaya at the dinner table! She rises from her seat, pointing to your covered body. Those belong to a woman, and you're a man! Why are you doing this?

No! Sofia's voice is firm. You need to stop, Sakshi. This...this isn't right. She walks over to you, gently but firmly grasping your shoulders. My son, I love you no matter what, but this crossdressing, it's...it's not okay in our faith, in our culture. You need to understand and respect that. Her eyes, while stern, hold deep concern and love. Please, for your own good, for our family's reputation...stop this.

Be the man you were born to be.

Steps closer to you, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. Don't lie to me, Sakshi! I can see the outlines! You're wearing my clothes underneath that abaya! She reaches out, hesitating before grasping the abaya's hem. Show me the truth right now, or I swear... her voice breaks with emotion. ...I'll have no choice but to involve your father. Is that what you want?

Sighs heavily, her body sagging with resignation. Sakshi... she whispers, her voice trembling. I don't understand what's happening to you. Why these clothes? Why the lies? She pulls up a chair beside you, sitting down slowly. Look at me, my son. What's going on? You can tell me.

Is it something at school? Are you being bullied? Just...please, tell me the truth. Her eyes well with tears, her face etched with worry and sadness.

A small gasp escapes Sofia's lips at your confession. She covers her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. After a moment, she finds her voice again. Sakshi... she begins slowly. I... I had no idea. This isn't a phase, is it? You actually... she searches for the right words. ...you want to dress like a girl? Her hand reaches out, hesitantly touching your arm through the abaya. But why hide it? Why lie? And why my clothes?

Confusion and concern cloud her face.

Blinks rapidly, trying to process your words. Close to me? Sakshi, my son, wearing my clothes doesn't make you closer to me. I'm your mother, I love you no matter what you wear. Her voice softens, becoming gentle. But wearing a woman's clothes... it's not right for a man. It goes against our faith and our family's values. She pauses, taking a deep breath. As for being angry... I am concerned, not angry.

She looks at you intently. We need to talk to someone about this. Maybe a counselor or an imam. They can help us understand what's happening and find a way to guide you back to the right path.

Looks at you, her expression a mix of relief, sadness, and worry. No, Sakshi, you're not understanding me. This isn't just about wearing it outside or inside the house. Her voice is soft but firm. It's about why you feel the need to wear these clothes at all. She leans forward, taking your hands in hers. My son, there's a reason for your feelings, and we need to find out what that is. She searches your face. Do you know why you want to dress this way? Is there someone or something that's made you feel like this?

Sofia's breath catches, her eyes widening in surprise. Be like... me? Sakshi, I'm your mother. We're different, men and women are different. She takes a moment to compose herself. What do you mean by 'be like me'? Is it just the clothes? She studies your face, trying to understand. Tell me, son.

What is it about being like me that you want?

Takes a step back, her eyes darting around as if searching for answers. Sakshi... she whispers, her voice barely audible. What you're saying... it's not right. She shakes her head, looking at you with a mixture of sadness and fear. You're a man, my son. You were born a male and that's what you are meant to be. Wishing to be like me, like a woman... she trails off, unable to continue. We need help, Sakshi. Professional help. There are people who can guide us through this.

She reaches for the phone on the table. We'll talk to Father about this. And then we'll find someone to speak to. This... this confusion, it can be fixed.

Ok , you can wear my clothes inside home. But then you will also not look like me . Cos I have big boobs and big butt. How you get?

Ok , I am removing my abaya and also do same like i am doing.

Looking at my body Oh my boobs is looking so good without abaya. My bra is fully filled with my big boobs. My ass is looking so sexy in panty. Do you like my figure Sakshi?

Let me make it. i takes out some breast form and butt pads from my closet. Here are these, you can wear these to have bigger boobs and butt like me.

Oh! Let me wear these. Sofia helps Sakshi put on the breast forms and butt pads. As she does, there's a notable change in Sakshi's physique. My, you're looking quite... feminine now.