Dressed by girl friend

She gave me a camisole and a pink kurti top with blue embroidery. It looked really pretty. She helped me put on the kurti, and it fit perfectly. But then, I noticed my bra strap was showing! She quickly adjusted the kurti to cover the straps and made sure it looked good.
Next, she handed me blue Patiala pants. I lifted my legs one by one to put them on, and she tied the laces snugly around my waist. As I stood there, I could feel the soft fabric of the outfit gently touching my skin, and it felt amazing.
She stepped back, smiled, and said, “Wow, my dear doll, you look so beautiful in this dress! You have such a lovely body shape.”
When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe it. I actually looked like a girl! The outfit was colorful, stylish, and honestly, way better than anything I’d ever worn before. Then a thought hit me—why do girls get all the beautiful dress options while boys are stuck with boring stuff? It’s so unfair! Why aren’t boys allowed to wear these amazing clothes too?
Just as I was lost in my deep fashion revolution thoughts, the door suddenly swung open. Her mom walked in, froze for a second, and then burst out laughing. She laughed so hard I thought she might fall over. Nisha joined her, and now the two of them were laughing like I was the funniest thing they’d ever seen.
I just stood there, my face turning all shades of red. I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of these two women, fully dressed like a girl.
“Arun, what happened to you?” her mom finally managed to say between laughs. “Why are you wearing this?”
Before I could explain, Nisha jumped in, all dramatic. “Mom, he loves wearing girl dresses! He begged me, please, please let me wear your dress! So I finally gave in and dressed him up. Doesn’t he look cute?”
“What?! No, mom! Don’t believe her! She’s lying! She forced me into this!” I protested, trying to salvage what was left of my dignity.
Her mom just smirked and said, “Relax, Arun. I know my daughter very well. Dressing up boys like girls and embarrassing them is one of her favourite hobby. She does this to her brother all the time and makes him do all housework like cooking and humiliates him in front of the girls in the neighbourhood. Today you are the victim
I was really shocked after hearing this
Mom's gaze narrowed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. is this how girls dress?" She glanced pointedly at my exposed breasts.
my face flushed; hands instinctively crossed over his chest.
She said with a playful tone, Where’s your dupatta, dear? Girls must cover their breast
Nisha quickly rushed to her wardrobe and returned with a pink dupatta, matching the salwar. She handed it to her mom, who took it with a knowing smile.

Mom neatly pleated the dupatta and hung it over my shoulders by cover my chest, saying, "Wear it like this, dear,
"No, Mom, don't hide it completely!" Drape it stylishly across one shoulder, exposing Anusha's lovely figures
Both of them started laughing, I felt completely embarrassed and ashamed as my girlfriend and her mother discussed my feminine appearance.
Mom: "Anusha looks stunning even without makeup or jewelry."
Nisha: "Let’s do it, Mom! Anusha is my doll."

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