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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.



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