Anjana CD Stories

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

Please read the previous part before reading this Click on the name of the story  My Journey: Annual day 4 The next day, my mother woke me up very early in the morning. It was Friday, and my mother performs Lakshmi pooja every Friday. She told me to take a bath and come to her room. I was still sleepy, but I got up, went to the bathroom, and switched on the shower. I took a head bath and then went to my mother's room. She was ready with a silk saree and lots of jewelry. Now that I was used to it, I didn't have any problem with it. My mother made me wear the petticoat first. Then she helped me put on the newly stitched blouse. The blouse fit perfectly, hugging my frame in a way that felt both strange and exciting. After that, she started draping the saree. She wrapped the saree around my waist and made neat pleats, which she tucked into the petticoat. She adjusted the saree over my shoulder, making sure it looked perfect. The silk felt smooth against my skin, and the rich color

Please read the previous part by clicking on the Story Name  My Journey: Annual day 3  After my mother finished my makeup and made me stand in front of the mirror, I was amazed by my looks. The feeling of wearing a saree was really different and wonderful. The best part was making my mother happy. She always wanted a girl, and now she was able to dress me up and treat me as her daughter. I didn't have any problem wearing the saree because I had been practicing how to handle it for the past week. The only thing that bothered me was the jewelry. I wasn't used to it. The Jhumkas on my ears were really heavy, and the chains around my neck were also heavy. I had six bangles on each hand, and the anklets made a loud noise when I walked around the room. It was a different feeling and a different experience for me. I was confused if I was happy or sad because I couldn't express the feeling.  The whole day went by with me practicing expressions and making sure I handled the saree an

Please read the previous part by clicking on the Story name  My Journey: Annual day 2 After practicing how to walk, sit, and behave in a saree for two days, my teacher wanted me to embody the grace of a girl. It was challenging at first, but I gradually got used to wearing a saree and behaving like a girl in it. My teacher also made me wear a wig to get used to having long hair. This routine continued for a week. Meanwhile, my teacher trained other boys. After a week, my teacher said, "You're ready to practice with the other boys." I felt scared and nervous about facing them and playing a female role. But my teacher reassured me, "You're completely ready. Just focus on performing." Confident now, I went to the auditorium. My classmates were surprised and some giggled because I was in a saree and wig. Seeing this, my teacher warned them, "Anyone who teases will be suspended." Everyone agreed not to make fun of me. During rehearsals, my teacher calle

Please read the Previous part by clicking on the story name  My Journey: Annual day 1 After my costume and makeup test, my teacher was confident I should play Draupadi in the Yakshagana performance. I felt unsure but remembered how much my mother liked seeing me as her daughter and how much I loved wearing a saree. These memories made me happy. My teacher then asked me to remove the jewelry and saree. She had already called my parents and informed them that I was the best fit to play Draupadi. I didn't know this at the time. After school, my teacher called me and said, "You need to come to the auditorium daily for rehearsals. The annual day is in one month." Since my father had trained me in Yakshagana, performing wasn't a big problem. When I got home, I freshened up and went to the kitchen. My mother looked very happy. I asked her, "Why are you happy?" She smiled and said, "I saw my daughter today after so many years." I was confused and asked, &q

Read the Previous part by clicking on the Story name  My Journey: Mother's Wish This routine continued for the next two days until my father returned from his training. In the following years, the opportunity to wear a saree didn't present itself again as my mother seemed to lose interest in those activities. When I was in the 10th standard, our school prepared for its annual day celebrations. Boys in our class were assigned to perform Yakshagana, a traditional art form, while the girls were to showcase Bharatanatyam, a classical dance form. With very few girls in our class, our teacher rushed into the classroom one day with exciting news—we would be performing a scene from the epic Mahabharata for the Yakshagana segment. Roles were quickly assigned based on height and suitability. The tallest boys were chosen to play the Pandavas, some took on roles as Kauravas, and there were only two of us left: my friend, who was taller than me, and myself, the shortest in the class. The on

Read the previous part by clicking on the story name  My Journey: Childhood After the competition was over, all the teachers came and took photos with me. I was really happy to have won the competition, and my father and mother were proud of my performance. Once everything was done, we went home. My mother asked me to pose, and she took more pictures of me in my costume. As the day went by, I changed back into my regular clothes. The next week followed my usual routine of coming back from school and going to Yakshagana practice. One day, my mother approached me and asked if I liked wearing the saree. I told her yes, and she was happy to hear it. She then asked if I wanted to wear the saree again. I responded enthusiastically, and she smiled but didn't say anything further, heading to the kitchen while I continued playing. While playing, I could hear my mother stitching something. The next day, when I came back from school, my mother told me to freshen up. After I did, she informed

This is my first story and this is my real life story i will be telling complete story from my child hood to  present day My name is Arun, but I go by Anjana. I come from Udupi, and my family consists of three members: my father, my mother, and me. My father works as a Bank Manager and is also a talented Yakshagana artist. My mother is a dedicated homemaker. Growing up in a family rich in culture, I was introduced to the traditional folk dance form of Yakshagana at a young age. For those who may not know, Yakshagana is a vibrant and elaborate art form popular in the coastal districts of Karnataka. It uniquely combines dance, music, song, scholarly dialogues, and colorful costumes. My father, passionate about this art, wished for me to learn it as well. Thus, at the age of six, I began my journey in Yakshagana. It quickly became a cherished daily routine for me to practice this beautiful art form after school. One day, my school organized a fancy dress competition where we had to dress

Welcome to Anjana CD Stories! I’m Anjana, a Yakshagana dancer who tells stories through crossdressing. In Yakshagana, an Indian dance style, I portray female characters with respect and authenticity. This blog follows my journey from discovering crossdressing to today. I’ll share the challenges, triumphs, and moments that shaped my identity and tell my real life story Whether you’re an artist, a fan, or curious, join me in celebrating self-expression, breaking stereotypes, and embracing different identities through Yakshagana and crossdressing. Thank you for joining me on this journey of discovery and transformation. I look forward to sharing my story with you.