The Beginning
Every story has to begin somewhere, mine started several years ago when I was 15 years old. I remember that day very clearly, it was the day after Eid. Everyone had gone to my Uncle's home leaving me alone to study for the Maths exam. After little bit of study I saw my little sisters Salwar kameez lying on her room. It was a beautiful pink one with stone and embroidery works all over it. When she showed it to me for the first time I had an immediate liking to it. Since I am home alone I undressed and wore it. I am a male and I am wearing a female dress and I should have felt the guilt, rather I was astonished by beautiful I was. "I am so beautiful" I thought. Praising my beauty in the mirror. That's when my journey started. I started wearing my sisters clothes and started to feel like a girl both inside and outside. I was longing to be alone just to see myself in pretty girly clothes. I had a secret, not even my best friend knew. They cannot know. I had to ...