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Dream To Be A Fairy

Ram was a regular crossdressor since his childhood. But He did it alone. None knows about his this habit.First he wears his siter frocks then his salwaar kameez,sometimes he wore his mother saree also. One day his mother scold him and he ran away from his house. After a long journey without food and money,He reached in small village where he got food for him. He come outside of the village and take rest under a big tree. He slept after sometime. He saw a dream and he meet a fairy. Fairy said him to say a wish and he fullfill it.Ram knows that dream are not true so he say to be a fairy like her.The fairy move her magical stick and another second Ram was a fairy. He was in white gown and he gets the wing. He has done great fun in dream. When he awake,he saw himself as a fairy. He grab his head and say shit. First he pinch himself to be sure but it was true. Then he saw that he was not in the earth. He got another tension in his mind. He shout for fairy to help him. Fairy came in a second and asked what happen? Ram say that this is not a dream how I live like that. She said that She lived on that tree and he make her happy so she fullfill his wish. So enjoy that you want. Ram said,"He does not know it is real,he did not want like that so you change me back." But fairy words hurt him,she said that she has a power to give one wish so enjoy to be fairy.Ram again asked where he was? Fairy said that Everyone knows that fairy does not live on earth so he was in fairyland.In a huge discussion Ram knew all the things and he was nowsure that he would live there like a fairy so his face was sad and he use his wings to fly and lived there as fairy. After some month he enjoy his feminity and he makes friends there and lived happily.

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