Today, I’m sharing the exciting chapter of our honeymoon preparations. After our private commitment, Priya surprised me with a dream honeymoon to Europe – Paris, Venice, and the Swiss Alps. For two whole weeks, I planned to dress only as Rani. No “Rohan” mode. Just me as her soft, loving Indian wife.
The Decision to Go Fully Feminine
We had been experimenting at home for months. I cooked in sarees, greeted her at the door in salwar suits, and spent quiet evenings as Rani. Priya loved it and encouraged me to take the next step. “Why hide when we’re away from everyone who knows us?” she said one night while we were cuddling. “In Europe, you can be my bride every single day.”
The idea both thrilled and terrified me. Indian crossdressers rarely get such freedom. What if someone from back home saw us? What if my voice or height gave me away? But Priya’s confidence gave me courage. We booked the trip for late autumn – cooler weather perfect for layers, scarves, and elegant outfits.
Our Special Shopping Spree
The real fun began with shopping. We planned a full day in Delhi’s markets and then online international orders. Priya took leave, and we headed out as “two friends shopping for a trip,” but in reality, every bag was for Rani.
First stop: Chandni Chowk and Karol Bagh for authentic Indian wear that would travel well. We bought:
• Three beautiful sarees – a navy blue silk for dinners in Paris, a soft cream one with zari for Venice canal walks, and a floral printed georgette for casual days.
• Two anarkali suits and a few stylish kurtis with leggings for sightseeing.
• Warm shawls and pashminas to layer over blouses in the European chill.
• Intimate pieces: soft nighties and a couple of western-style dresses (a modest midi dress and a flowy maxi) that Priya picked, saying they would make me feel elegant and feminine in Rome or Geneva.
We also visited a discreet boutique in South Delhi that caters to custom fits. There, I tried on blouses and lehenga-style skirts in the fitting room while Priya waited outside, giving thumbs up. The shop owner, a kind aunty who didn’t ask too many questions, helped with measurements for better padding and shaping.
Online, we ordered from UK and European sites (discreet packaging, of course):
• Comfortable breast forms and hip pads for a more natural silhouette during long walks.
• A good quality wig with natural waves.
• Makeup essentials, heels (low block ones for cobblestone streets), and delicate jewelry.
• Even a beautiful white lace lingerie set for special nights.
Priya paid for most of it, calling it her gift to her wife. Watching her hold up a saree against me in the shop mirror, whispering “This will look perfect when I take photos of you in front of the Eiffel Tower,” made me emotional. I felt seen, loved, and truly cherished.
Packing was a ritual in itself. I folded each piece carefully, imagining wearing them daily – greeting Priya every morning in a fresh outfit, cooking in our Airbnb kitchen wearing an apron over a salwar, and strolling hand-in-hand as two women in love.
Emotions and Fears Before Takeoff
As departure day neared, anxiety hit. Indian passport with male name, airport security, and the reality of being Rani 24/7 in a foreign country. Priya reassured me: “We’ll be careful. You’re my wife, and I’m proud of you.” We practiced my feminine voice and mannerisms more seriously. She even helped me with a simple makeup routine that looked natural yet pretty.
This shopping wasn’t just about clothes. It was about building confidence to live my truth openly, even if only during the honeymoon. In India, such freedom feels impossible due to family and society, but Europe offered a safe bubble.
The trip itself was magical – but that’s for the next part, where I’ll share our first days in Paris as Rani, the challenges of travelling en femme, romantic moments in Venice, and how it deepened our bond.
If you’re reading this and dreaming of your own feminine adventures, start small. A supportive partner makes all the difference. Thank you for walking this journey with me.
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