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CAUGHT and DRESSED




Sheela does not know about her younger brother Ranjeet crossdressing.But one day he caught him. When she was going her coaching and her mother was out of town.Ranjeet was alone in the whole house.He enter to her sister room and start his crossdressing first he pick her bra and panty and wear that but his bad luck,her sister arrived at home with some of her friends. Sheela also want to know what his brother did in alone.She used duplicate key to open the main door and founding him nowhere,she went to her room and finding him in bra and panty. She called all his friends and Ranjeet heared the clapping noise from backside. He was afraid and hide himself with the bedsheet but Sheela said him,"Look sweety now you were caught that you love crossdressing."
Ranjeet want to say something but her sister said,"No excuse for this you bitch,you caught red handed and You have a ability to touch my things,Oh sorry you dont touch that you also use."
Ranjeet was totally horrified about this and no voice came from his mouth.Sheela send one of her friend to take something.And other friends also sheela forced him in bathroom and remove all his hair from body. They dress him in black salwar kameez. Make him pretty by make up,lipstick,eyeshadow, powder,cream and also put jwellery. Her friend came and took a wig with her.Sheela fix wig on his head. After it she wore him high heel sandles.Then all of her friends humiliate him by dance,forced task and girly comments. But When they said to take him out he cried very much.Then Sheela said,"Dont weep Reena,This is your choice not us so you live as a girl for this day." After it all girls force him to out of the house and took him in the mall. Where They try more than ten clothes on him and this was very horrible for Ranjeet. From that day the ghost of crossdressing fell down on his mind but her sister used to try it when they were alone.

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