Anjana CD Stories

Please read the previous parts to understand this story click on the name of previous part to read it  My Journey: Annual day 10 Final After the annual day was over, I slept soundly, feeling relieved and happy. Sunday arrived, and since I had no plans, I let myself sleep in. When I finally got up, I took a bath and then went into my mother’s room, still wrapped in my towel. When my mom came in and saw me, she asked with a smile, "Why are you sitting here in your towel?" I replied, half-joking, "Where is my saree?" She laughed softly and said, "The annual day is over, and you don’t need to wear a saree anymore." Her words reminded me that the exciting event was really over. I went back to my room and changed into my regular t-shirt and shorts, but a part of me missed the feel of the saree. It had been so comfortable and felt special. After breakfast, my father had already gone to the studio to practice Yakshagana, leaving the house quiet. I spent most of th

Please read the previous parts to understand the this story, to read previous story click on the story name  My Journey: Annual day 9 Monday arrived, just five days before the annual day. Our principal announced that there would be no more regular classes, and from now on, we would focus only on practice. Our teacher called our group and took us to the auditorium. She told us how the show would start, who would go first on stage, and how the others should enter afterward. We practiced hard until lunch. After lunch, the principal gathered everyone and informed us that the rehearsals would now take place on stage in the exact order as the annual day. This was to make sure everything would run smoothly. The whole school gathered in the auditorium. First, the primary school students performed, followed by the high school students. Our performance was scheduled last as we were in 10th grade. When it was our turn, the girls in our class went first. Then it was our turn. I felt a wave of ner

Please read the previous parts to understand the story properly its continuation on previous part and to read the previous part click on the name -   My Journey: Annual day 8 The practice went on for one week. I was spending my days in school as a boy and my evenings at home dressed in different sarees, adorned with various makeup styles, hairstyles, and jewelry. It became a habit, and slowly, I started to enjoy it. Each day, I would come home, head directly to my room, and then to my mother’s room to get ready in a saree. I began spending more time in front of the mirror, and my mother observed this change in me. It was Saturday, and I woke up early, took a bath, and wore my uniform. When I came downstairs, I saw that my mother was still sleeping. I glanced at the calendar and realized it was the second Saturday, a holiday. I was about to go back to my room to change, but then I had an idea: why not surprise my mother by getting ready on my own? I quietly went to my parents' room,

Please read previous parts first to understand this story, Read the previous story by clicking on the story name  My Journey: Annual day 7 It's not very common for a 14-year-old boy to have dark circles unless he has specific health issues, lack of sleep, or other contributing factors. However, for the purpose of makeup transformation, including concealer in the makeup routine can still make sense to create a flawless look, even if it's not for dark circles specifically. Here's a revised version without the mention of dark circles: Monday came, and it was time to return to school after my four-day holiday and intense practice sessions. I was nervous, not about facing people, but about how I would perform in front of everyone. After taking a bath, I wore my uniform, went to the kitchen, and asked my mother for breakfast. She seemed a bit sad. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked. "I have to wait until the evening to see my daughter again," she replied, a touc

Please read the previous parts to understand the story as this is a real story you have to connect with the character from the first to read previous part pleas click on the name of the story  My Journey: Annual day 6 I had a great night with my mother for the first time in a long while, and I was so happy I could talk to her about everything. We had a wonderful time, and I slept on my mother's lap in the saree. In the morning, I woke up and saw myself still wearing the saree and lying in my parents' room. I had woken up without my mother waking me up, which was surprising. I went to the kitchen and saw my mother cleaning the vessels since it was Sunday. She was shocked to see me awake so early on a Sunday. "Mom, can you remove all the jewelry and the saree so I can sleep for some more time?" I asked. She refused. "No, you should take a bath and come to my room." I did as she asked, took a bath, and came downstairs. I saw my dad reading the newspaper. Withou

Please read the previous part by clicking on the name of previous part    My Journey: Annual day 5 The next day, my mother came and woke me up early, telling me to take a bath. As I was about to go to the bathroom, my father called me. "Today we will be practicing in the studio," he said. Every Saturday and Sunday, my father practiced in the studio he had set up. I just agreed and went to take a bath. I came out of the bath and went to my mother, just wearing a towel. She took out a green saree with a golden border, along with a bra and panties. This time, I was shocked seeing the bra and panties as she had never made me wear them before. "Is it necessary?" I asked her. She replied, "If you want to perform as a girl, you have to be a complete girl. There's nothing wrong with wearing it." I was hesitant at first, but without any choice, I had to wear them. It was a different feeling. Then my mother gave me the blouse and petticoat, and then she draped t