In my earlier blog Gangamma Jatara 2025 – Part 1, I had only given you all a teaser about my public transport adventure. But trust me, the real masala lies in what unfolded during the journey and in the village. So here’s the full story — with all the drama, fun, and heartbeats that I went through.
Travelling in public transport in full feminine attire is a different world altogether. The stares, the whispers, the curious looks — everything makes you both nervous and excited. Some women scan you from top to bottom, and for a split second you wonder, “Am I caught?” But then, when they smile and compliment your beauty, it feels like the sweetest validation. These are the little positives every woman experiences, though many also complain about the not-so-pleasant side of it. For me, it was pure magic.
That day, I was travelling with Suguna akka’s mom and another aunt to a remote village. Our destination? The inauguration of the Kavamma temple — the local goddess considered a descendant of Maa Parvati herself. The village was buzzing with festivities, new faces, new vibes, and an energy that embraced me completely. For a crossdresser like me, being treated like just another woman is priceless. I was literally on cloud nine — enjoying my femininity, my dress dupatta rustling, my bangles chiming, and my heart dancing.
And here’s the most fascinating part: I still don’t know if anyone there realized I was a crossdresser! Maybe they thought I was just another woman, or maybe some of them guessed but chose to keep it to themselves. Who knows? But if they did realize, I’m sure at least one person would have come running for a selfie with me. Either way, everything felt so natural and casual.
With a smile, I explained about dressing up for the Gangamma jatara. His eyes widened — “What? You mean… you’re a man? I thought you were a woman!” Before I could even react, he called his wife to witness the revelation. Poor lady came rushing, and he announced proudly, “See, she’s actually a man dressed up for Gangamma Jatara!”
After the temple rituals, we were invited for dinner at a local’s house. Can you believe it? Complete strangers, yet they welcomed me with such warmth that I felt like part of their family. The food, the conversations, the whole ambience — I was soaking it all in.
But the real twist came later. The weather was so humid in Tirupati’s surroundings that my throat was crying for a chilled lime soda. At around 11 PM, we found a tiny roadside shop where the shopkeeper was just about to shut down. I rushed in like a filmy heroine and requested two lime sodas — one for me and one for akka. He quickly made them, but then curiosity struck.
“You seem new here. Where are you from?” he asked.
With a smile, I explained about dressing up for the Gangamma jatara. His eyes widened — “What? You mean… you’re a man? I thought you were a woman!” Before I could even react, he called his wife to witness the revelation. Poor lady came rushing, and he announced proudly,“See, she’s actually a man dressed up for Gangamma Jatara!”
Now imagine my embarrassment mixed with laughter at that very moment! But instead of any negativity, the couple was so warm. They invited us for dinner, though we politely refused since we had already eaten. Still, their affection left me touched.
Soon after, we caught the last bus of the day back to Tirupati. Sitting in that dimly lit bus, me and akka couldn’t stop giggling about the whole lime soda episode. Life really knows how to sprinkle fun in the most unexpected places.
On the same trip, I also met Shankar anna — a local performer of the Kavamma Katha. The tradition is beautiful: men dress up as women and narrate the goddess’s story through soulful songs. Shankar anna embraced me with so much affection and even invited me to watch one of his performances. Sadly, I couldn’t join due to time constraints, but I promised him — or should I say her — that next time, I’ll be there clapping in the front row.
These little encounters — with locals, with performers, with strangers — make my feminine journeys so special. For some, they may sound ordinary, but for me, every such experience is a treasure chest of memories.
And who knows? One day, I’ll attend a wedding as Meghana — maybe my sister’s daughter’s wedding. I’ve already manifested it in my heart, and if life has taught me anything, it is that manifestations do come true. So, to all my readers, keep manifesting your dreams — big or small. Because one day, you’ll live them, just as I do.
P.S: This blog post is a continuation to my earlier blog post Gangamma Jatara 2025 Part 1.
Love to travel with you one day sis. You are my true inspiration.
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Thank you for your comment.You can DM me your feedback on my Instagram handle @megha4friends 😍Akka your experiences make me envy sometimes but you truly inspire me to explore crossdressing. Love you sis.
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